When it came time to head back to Lebanon, Dean kept shooting Garrett death glares as he and Ellie got into her Tahoe.
"Uncle Dean, stop," Ellie rolled her eyes.
"Don't you work this weekend, Garrett?" Dean crossed his arms, referring to the job that Garrett had picked up at the grocery store to supplement the non-existent hunter's income. "So when we get back you'll have to just head straight to work, right?"
"Um no," Garrett shook his head with a small smile, "I requested this weekend off so I could be with Ellie tomorrow."
"Tomorrow?" Dean raised an eyebrow, "What's so special about tomorrow, it's October, what…October fif—"
Ellie crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes at her uncle, her lips pursed. Dean clamped his mouth shut and shook his head, waving a hand.
"I mean, of course I know why. It's Ellie's birthday," Dean chuckled nervously, backing away slowly from the Tahoe and headed towards where Sam and Cass were leaning against the impala, "I could never forget that."
"Mhmm," Ellie sighed and shook her head before walking around the back of her car and getting into the driver's seat.
Dean walked by Cass as they both moved to the driver's side of the impala and cleared his throat, "Shit."
"Did you really forget about Ellie's birthday?" Cass tilted his head.
"No," Dean replied quickly, then groaned as he slid into his seat, "Fine, yes. I just didn't realize it was already October."
"That's what happens after September, Dean," Sam scoffed from the passenger seat.
"Shut your face," Dean pointed a finger at his brother's face, "I gotta figure out what I'm going to get her."
"You did promise her you would get her a grenade launcher for her eighteenth birthday, Dean," Cass reminded him mockingly from the backseat.
"Both of you, shut it," Dean growled before leaning forward and starting the car.
"So Dean forgot your birthday was tomorrow, huh?" Garrett chuckled quietly from the passenger seat.
"Oh well," Ellie shrugged as the drove, "Just means he'll feel guilty about it and buy me something really good."
"Good point," Garrett nodded.
"What did you get me?" Ellie took a quick glance over to him, and he ignored her and kept his eyes down on his phone.
"Watch the road," he warned, never looking up.
"Oh come on," Ellie whined, "At least give me a hint."
"Ellie, I've bought you the same thing every year for your last four birthdays," Garrett finally turned and looked at her with his head tilted to the side.
"So it is a new charm," Ellie nodded with a smile, "I just have to figure out what kind it'll be this year."
"Let's listen to music," Garrett reached out to turn on the radio, desperate to change the subject. Ellie swatted his hand away, shooting him a quick glare.
"Driver picks the music."
"Dean this is ridiculous," Sam groaned, sitting on a bench in the mall as Dean looked up and down at the stores. "I reminded you weeks ago that Ellie's birthday was coming up."
"Shut up, I'm trying to think," Dean scratched the top of his head.
"I don't think we're going to find anything for Ellie in these kinds of stores," Cass said, pointing to a store called 'Justice' that was full of bright colors and sequins and unicorns.
"Why don't you two go wait in the car?" Dean spun around and clapped his hands, his lips pressed together in an impatient smile.
"Dean," Sam stood up from the bench, putting his hands in his jacket pocket, "You know that she'll love whatever you get her."
"But now she knows that I forgot, so I have to get her something really cool to maintain my title of 'best uncle'."
"Um," Cass turned and held up a finger, "We're tied for best. Ellie said so herself."
"Sure, Cass," Dean threw him a wink and then turned around to face Sam, shaking his head slightly while mouthing the word 'no'.
"I saw that," Cass growled.
"Whatever," Dean rolled his eyes and leaned around Sam to look down the large hallway, "Yes! Okay, I know what I'm getting her."
"Dean I swear to god if I turn around and somehow see a grenade launcher for sale in this godforsaken mall," Sam paused as he spun around, then furrowed his brow when he realized the store that Dean was heading towards. "Really?"
Ellie and Garrett pulled into the garage right as Sam was stepping out of the impala. The couple had stopped at a few random tourist attractions on the way home, which meant that even though the three men had been in the mall for a while, they still somehow arrived back the bunker at the same time. Sam rolled his eyes when he realized what song Ellie had blaring over her speakers, whipping the car right next to him with her window opened.
She sang along to the words of 'Cherry Pie', her eyes closed as she whipped her head back and forth and held her fist up to her mouth as an invisible microphone.
Swingin' in the bathroom, swingin' on the floor
Swingin' so hard, we forgot to lock the door
Sam walked up to her open window as she continued singing, her eyes opening to point to Sam with her eyebrows raised and her mouth in a ridiculously huge smile.
In walks her daddy standin' 6 foot 4
Sam rolled his eyes as she sang, then smirked as he made a fake angry expression and pointed across the car to Garrett, who was watching with an amused look on his face.
He said, "You ain't gonna swing with my daughter no more"
"Yes," Ellie pumped her fist, then stuck it out for Sam to bump it with his own. Garrett just shook his head and laughed as Ellie put her car into park and slid out of the seat.
"Really, you had to sing that song?" Dean groaned as he slung his bag over his shoulder.
"What's so bad about it?" Ellie crossed her arms and tilted her head down slightly, batting her eyelashes dramatically, "You don't want to think about your niece 'swinging in the bathroom'?"
"Ugh," Dean shook his head swiftly, "Stop."
"Well then I really shouldn't tell you about the time we—"
"Nope nope nope," Garrett interjected, clapping his hand over Ellie's mouth as he smiled nervously at Dean, "She's still sleep deprived, she doesn't know what she's talking about."
"Mhmm," Dean narrowed his eyes at Garrett, then shoved past them to walk into the bunker. Garrett waited until all three older men were out of the garage before he released Ellie's lips, earning him a hardened glare from her.
"You have got to stop doing that," he begged, tilting his head down.
"It's fun," Ellie raised her eyebrows with a cocky grin before turning and walking towards the door.
"Hey," Garrett grabbed her arm, pulling her back to him, "Which time were you going to tell him about?"
Ellie smiled wickedly before leaning up on her tip toes to whisper in his ear seductively, "Your birthday."
Garrett's eyes got wide and he coughed, shaking his head, "He would've killed me. Like right then and there. He would've grabbed a machete from the trunk and beheaded me."
"I don't know why you're so scared of them," Ellie groaned and pushed away from his chest, turning to enter the bunker.
"Ellie," Garrett scoffed, following her, "Your dad and your uncle have actually been to Hell and Cass is a literal human-smiting angel."
"Cass is the biggest teddy bear out of the three," Ellie shook her head and waved him off as they walked into the library, where the three men were all sitting at the table, "Watch this."
Ellie strode over to where Cass was leaning back in his chair, his hands clasped over his lap and his eyes closed. When she stood directly in front of him and softly cleared her throat, he looked at her and smiled.
"Hi Sunny," he said quietly.
"Uncle Cass," Ellie put her hands behind her back and began swinging her bottom half side to side, her bottom lip already pouting out, "What did you get me for my birthday?"
"I'm…I'm not going to tell you," Cass fidgeted in his seat as he looked up at her briefly, then realized she was starting to give him the puppy dog eyes so he whipped his head to the side and looked at the bookshelves.
"Please," Ellie whined, walking to the side and squatting next to his chair, looking up at him and batting her eyelashes.
"No, you'll…you'll have to wait until tomorrow," Cass responded meekly, his voice squeaking.
"You know you're my favorite uncle, right?" Ellie whispered, leaning closer and resting her chin on the arm rest of the chair.
"I," Cass paused, turning to look at Sam and Dean who were biting their lips to stop from laughing, "I still shouldn't tell you."
"Pretty please?" Ellie pouted her lip out so far that it looked comical to everyone else in the room. Well, everyone but Cass, who had his lips tightened together so hard they were turning white.
"Igotyouademonkillingknife."
Ellie sat back on her heels, her mouth dropping open into a huge smile. Sam groaned and rolled his eyes, and Dean just shook his head with his lips pursed.
"Where the hell did you even get one?" Sam leaned forward and resting his elbows on the table.
"I have my sources," Cass shrugged, looking down at his fiddling hands.
"Why do you always let her get to you, man?" Dean snorted.
"Oh yeah, you're one to talk," Sam scoffed, turning to look at his brother with his eyebrows raised, "How many times has she convinced you to go get her Oreos at ten o'clock at night?"
"Oreos are delicious," Dean pointed a finger at him, "I do that all on my own."
"Any way," Ellie stood up with a smirk, "As much as I love this conversation, Garrett and I are going to go relax in my room."
"Open door," Sam called after them, watching as they disappeared into the hallway, "And no going under the covers!"
"This is still really weird," Dean mumbled, rubbing his temples, "I mean we figured they'd start dating, but I was hoping we'd be able to get prepared and ease into it, but now we find out they're already having se—"
"Stop," Sam closed his eyes and held up a hand.
"Do you realize how many things have happened in the last forty eight hours?" Cass sighed.
"What?" Dean raised an eyebrow.
"It was literally yesterday that they told us about their relationship," Cass shook his head.
"What? No, it was…" Dean trailed off as he thought, then dropped his shoulders, "Shit, you're right."
"Just yesterday morning you and I were waiting in the garage because we knew Ellie was going to try and sneak out," Cass chuckled.
"What a crazy day," Sam whispered, leaning back and rubbing his hands on his face. "My daughter has a boyfriend, she got a secret tattoo, then she got kidnapped by a demon and a shapeshifter."
"Remember when we said we didn't want her to grow up a hunter?" Dean chuckled softly.
"I think we can all agree that with Ellie's stubbornness there was no other alternative," Cass nodded.
Sam nodded in return and sighed loudly before pushing himself off of the chair, leaning side to side to stretch his back.
"I'm going to go unpack."
"You mean you're going to spy on them," Dean snorted.
"No, I'm actually going to go and wrap Ellie's gift," Sam turned and looked down at Dean, his eyes narrowed, "You know, the gift I've had for over a month because I didn't forget about her birthday?"
A/N: I know, I know, it's been a bit since my last update and now it's a really short chapter. I'm sooo sorry, I was having a little bit of writer's block with this story and then another one popped into my mind so I wrote some of the new one to get it out of my head and now I'm back to Ellie vision. : ) I won't be posting the new story (which is a completely different topic than this one) until after I finish this one though.