(THis is for my awesome friend and beta QueenVulca, I hope you had a happy birthday even in lockdown.)

Happy Birthday Dean

Ever since he was fourteen Dean Winchester celebrated his birthday the same way, Burgers with Sammy, pie with a single candle for dessert ending the day with cleaning baby with Dad. Obviously now at thirty-three, some things had changed; Sammy now ate rabbit food instead of the bacon cheeseburger. The single candle was now two candles in the shapes of two 3's to make up his age. Dad wasn't here anymore but Cass was and even though the angel didn't help him clean the Impala he was now at least interesting to have a celestial being that didn't quite understand the point of birthdays there to celebrate.

He at least earned himself a laugh last year when he brought Dean's rival, he lost way back when he was twelve and on a werewolf hunt. The thing was still covered in algae from the lake he had dropped it in when crashing into a tree. Dean had quite happily displayed it on his bedroom wall.

But the one thing that he would never change was that Dean Winchester, with or without his father would give Baby a well-deserved deep clean. Taking time right all the small dents and scraps and using some elbow grease to get rid of the grim that the time on the road would build up. If he had the chance, he would give her a wax if he thought she was due one. Dean always found it therapeutic, a chance for him to forget everything. He hadn't changed anything about this ritual not since his Dad died.

"You know", a soft voice drew Dean's attention from the soppy hood of the Impala up to the door that leading to the rest of the bunker. "I'm pretty sure sexy carwashes are meant to be run by women." A smirk tugged at his lips turning towards the curly-haired brunette. She was grinning down at him leaning over the metal railings two beer bottle in hand, her burgundy summer dress flowing around her knees.

"You are offering darlin'?"

She tilted her head and one of her wild curls escaped her messy bun, trailing down her neck. "O no I'm enjoying the show." Dean turned back to his care all soaped up and ready for a rinse down. Grabbing the hosepipe from the wall he turned on the water.

Once he had finished, she took the three steps to join him in surveying his hard work, offering him one of the beers which he gratefully took before wrapping his arm around her shoulder. Closing his eyes enjoying her warm body snuggling into him before taking a sip. "Butterbeer?" It's not that he didn't like, he'd grown quite used to drinking it at her family occasions when the kids were around, but he had expected something a bit more alcoholic. Like they usually do on his birthday.

"I've been waiting all day for Sam and Cas to give us five minutes alone" she huffed. "I've been trying to get you alone all day to give you your other presents."

"Oh", his frown turned into a shark-like grin placing the bottle on the table behind him he grabbed hold of her waist pulling her closers before smothering her lips with his. Swallowing her surprised gaps when he lifted her, vaguely hearing glass shattering behind him, placing her on the wet hood. Letting his hands splay out on her back feeling the heat of her body threw the thin fabric. Her soft lips yielding, granting him access before she began fighting him for dominance. Pulling moans from him as she is racking her nails over his scalp. Dean steep between her legs letting his large hands move down her back to the front of her thighs creeping to the hem of her dress…
A delicate hand pushed him back causing him to frown, down at his little witch.

"Hold your horses' cowboy." She panted, her cheeks flush as she looked up at him. "I didn't mean that present."

"Mione", Dean groaned. She looked so apprenticing all flushed and out of breath. "You didn't need to get me anything else…" He mumbled letting his thumb rub underneath her skirt on her bare thigh, enjoy the goes flesh spreading under his touch. "All I want is you…" his lips ghosted over hers, just about ready to reclaim her lips. She pushed him back again.

"Dean... you can wait a view more minutes…"

Sighing in resignation he gave her a small smile, nodding at her to continue. She smiled and her hand slipped from his chest, her silver wedding band glinting in the light. Just before she reached into the magickly hidden bucket of the dress and pulled out a long narrow box with a red ribbon tied around it artfully.

Slowly he took it from her hand. "What is it?"

She rolled her eyes. "Open it and you will find out."

He held the box next to his ear slowly watching the impatience grow on her face, and shuck it. A rattling sound came from the otherwise hollow box.

"Dean!"

"Okay, okay", he chuckled before pulling at the ribbon and pulling the lid from the box. A white stick greeted him and for a second, he didn't know what he was looking for. And then he saw the two little blue lines "…Is this?"

Biting her lip, she meets his eyes with her whiskey-colored ones, before nodding attentively.

"Are you sure?"

She nodded again. "I used three and took five potions…is…are you…Dea.."

He pressed his lips to hers cutting her off before pulling away again. "Thank you…Hermione god…I don't deserve you."

"O shut up" She pressed her lips to his again. "Happy birthday Daddy."