The siblings celebrate a double birthday in their own special way

Thirteen. Sam couldn't believe it. Thirteen meant something to him, it marked the point in his life when he could finally shed his skin and become a man. Then again with an annoying older brother would relished in taunting and embarrassing him, and a little sister would barely reached his waist, it wouldn't come without it's challenges. Maybe now he wouldn't be treated like some kid.

The middle sibling was woken by a soft tap on his cheek. As he creaked his bleary eyes open he was confront by the youngest member of the family. A piece of paper was shoved under his nose.

"What's this?" he asked.

On inspection it was a drawing. Four potato like figures with awkward matchstick limbs stood next to a strange black object that was rectangular in shape with two tiny circles at the bottom of it. Sam smiled.

"I made it for you" replied Chrissie bashfully, her hair fluffy and sticking up wildly.

"Well I gotta hand it to you Chrissie, you're a brilliant artist," complimented the teenager. "I don't know anybody that can draw a car more awesome than you."

Adoration shone in the child's bright emerald orbs, and a large grin spread across her face. Soon the teenager's personal space was interrupted by the tiny infant clambering up beside him, cuddling into him like a kitten.

"Do you have to goes to big school today?" enquired Chrissie, gazing up at him through her bangs.

"Afraid so," sighed her brother. "I've got a Maths test today anyway."

Chrissie's jaw dropped in astonishment.

"On your birthday!" she said in an appalled manner.

"I don't mind" replied Sam truthfully.

Chrissie was then reminded that it was her birthday too and was given a small card. The card was decorated with Barney the Dinosaur and a purple five in the centre bursting out of a cake. Both brothers had signed it and left short individual messages. The gratitude Sam got was a near attempt of strangulation from the five year old. The duo was soon joined by the eldest of the litter.

"I's five now Deanie!," beamed Chrissie, winding her skinny arms around the seventeen year old's neck. "I's got a card and it got Barney on it."

The eldest chuckled fondly and hugged his baby sister.

Sam grunted as his brother ruffled his shaggy hair and swatted his hand away with a tired eye roll.

"Maybe you'll hit your growth spurt now Samantha," teased Dean. "Who knows you might become a Sasquatch."

"Shut up jerk," retorted Sam nudging the eldest. "If I do I hope I'm taller than you."

Chrissie blinked and wrinkled her nose in confusion.

"What's a Sissyquack?" she wondered with an endearing head tilt.

The brothers laughed at the serious expression on her little face once they corrected her and explained on what the term meant. They said it was another word for Bigfoot. Chrissie had become more baffled and stared at Sam's sock clad feet before stating:

"I's still don't get it."

Later

Chrissie colored absentmindedly and chatting away to Goober who was propped against several dusty books that cluttered up the kitchenette table. The five year old was making the most of her new coloring book and crayons, her present from her big brothers.

"What's your favourite color Goober?," the child asked the patchwork teddy bear. The bear didn't respond in an adult's mind. "Really! Mines is green because my eyeballs are green. I's had a booger yesterday and it was green."

Dean who was sharpening a silver knife grimaced. He smiled to himself as the little girl rambled on, the sheer innocence of youth made the bear alive. If Mom was alive this day would have been different. There would be balloons, banners and streamers, his siblings would have decent birthday presents instead of last minute ones from gas stations and thrift stores. Before the fire, Sam had experienced a birthday party and proper family celebrations whilst Chrissie was unlucky. Stashing away the sharp weapon, the eldest wandered over to his sister.

"You should color that clown picture and give it to Sammy" smirked the seventeen year old, peeking over her shoulder.

Chrissie shook her head and pointed out simply. "He no like clowns."

Her brother chuckled and ruffled her hair.

"Wanna get some ice cream runt?" he asked.

Chrissie whipped her head around and nodded gleefully before sliding off the chair she was sitting on. Grabbing Goober she made her way to the door until her brother halted her.

"Whoa kiddo you can't go out in public in your pyjamas," he reminded the five year old. "You need to get dressed first."

She wriggled into the only dress she owned, a simple navy pinafore, that accompanied her yellow turtleneck sweater and battered t-bar mary-janes with white socks. Her crazy waves were tied into bunches. Patiently she waited for her brother at the door, hugging Goober to her chest and swaying on her heels.

The ice cream parlour was in walking distance to the motel and it took the siblings a five minutes to get there. Chrissie was in awe of the vast selection of ice creams flavours on scanning the menu the pair were given on sitting at their table at the window. One ice cream caught the infant's eye in particular. Named "Ice-Cream Mountain", it consisted of three scoops of vanilla; three scoops of strawberry, diced strawberry pieces, white chocolate chunks, whipped cream and strawberry sauce and a milk chocolate stick as decoration. This was the ice cream the little girl stabbed her finger at.

"Please may I's get's this one Deanie" she said politely.

The teenager gawped at the description with gluttonous lust. He had merely chosen a plain "Banana Split" but he had competition when it came to appetite. He grinned at his sister.

"I don't see why not," he replied. "It is your birthday."

Once devouring the ice cream sundae, Chrissie was ready for an afternoon nap. The child woke just after Sam returned from school. The rest of the day was spent watching rented movies and teaching Chrissie how to play "Snap" with the deck of cards they owned. Dinner was a trip to a near by McDonalds to which Chrissie was delighted in retrieving a small colourful plastic toy from her kid's meal. Her brothers were trying their best to make the day special even though the little girl was aware of her father's absence. Back at the motel, the three siblings turned on the crackling radio and danced about the room. Chrissie loved it when Dean waltzed about with her and spun her around like in one of those Disney princess movies. Sam became her shaggy haired steed as he carried her on his back, neighing in order to hear her heart warming laugh. At the end of the day, Chrissie was worn out with all the fun she had experienced and was out for the count once being tucked into bed.

That night, none of the siblings saw the strange man at the entrance to the child's bedroom. His long trench coat silhouetted in the shadows, soulful blue eyes highlighted by the moonlight. The man stood there until morning, guarding over the littlest Winchester as she slept in her bed.

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