Warning, major sibling fluff alert

It was Dean's birthday. My big brother was now twenty four years old. I insisted on doing something for his birthday, but Dad said Dean wasn't one for celebrating birthdays. Personally, I think that's complete bullshit. Dean has always made some sort of effort when it comes to me and Sam's birthday, since we share the same day. It hurts my feelings that Dean doesn't seem to believe that he deserves the same treatment. Well, to prove Dad wrong, I made him blow up a blue balloon that said Happy Birthday on it, and to pin up a small banner that I had made in secret. The banner was a simple strip of paper, but quiet strong, and it was decorated with various coloured marker pens. It read, 'Happy Birthday Dean' in red and green ink.

I wished that I had money to buy him a proper set of presents, like normal people, but I've never had that option in life. As I was finishing wrapping up Dean's presents in newspaper, Dad left, to get us all some breakfast. After I finished, I wandered over to my brother's bed. With a large grin, I launched myself at him and began tickling him. It's a tactic that he uses on me all the time, to this is revenge. Dean woke with a sudden start, almost rolling off the bed and taking me with him in the process.

"Happy birthday to you," I sang, very loudly, whilst probing his ribcage with my fingers. "Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday, dear Dean. Happy birthday to you!"

Dean wriggled around, trying to evade my tickle assault.

"What the hell?!" he said, startled. "Chrissie? Ow! Hey! Hey! Chrissie, no, stop it!"

He grabbed my wrists and flipped me onto my back. There was a cocky expression on his face. He raised an eyebrow.

"You can't outmatch me in a tickle fight, little girl," he smirked. "I reign as supreme champion. You dare challenge my power?"

I shrugged my shoulder, as a cheeky grin spread across my face.

"You're getting old, dude," I said. "I figured that you would be losing you're touch. However, I stand corrected."

We both smiled at each other. Dean patted me on the head.

"You're damn straight," he remarked. "Nobody is stealing that crown from me."

He then gazed around the room, instantly spotting the banner and balloon. His expression turned soft.

"What's all this?" he asked.

Dean turned around to confront me, only to have a hand-made card shoved under his nose. I smiled at him.

"Happy birthday, bro" I said.

Dean seemed surprised that he was gaining this sort of attention. After everything he's done for me over the years, he deserves it. I watched him, as he examined the card. On the front it said 'Happy Birthday Big Brother'. It was designed with all his favourite things; cars, rock music, pie, bikini clad girls, and family. He smirked at this, and he leaned over and ruffled my hair. Then, he read the inside of the car. I had written a poem, well, sort of. It said:

My big brother is the best in the universe;

He makes me smile. He makes me laugh.

Since 12 years old, he's looked after me,

And I would look after him.

He drives me crazy. He makes me mad,

But I wouldn't change him for anything.

He's my world.

My best friend.

My big brother.

Dean expression softened again, as he read my attempt at poetry. It's true though. With Sammy in Stanford, Dean's the only friend I have in the world. He then smirked and raised an eyebrow.

"You're one odd little girl, Chrissie," he said. "But, thank you. This is all very sweet of you."

I grinned, pleased that my endeavours had paid off. I then hopped over to the window. Dad would be back soon. Suddenly, my cell phone began to ring. I seriously hope cell phones evolve to some degree. There just too primitive for my liking. Maybe in the future, movies can be watched on cell phones. That would be awesome. I answered my cell phone. It was Dad.

"Hey, Dad, where are you?" I asked. "Did you get lost finding breakfast? Dean's awake. We're waiting on you, so he can open his presents."

I heard Dad sigh from the other end of the line. Dean shook his head, as if he knew what Dad was gonna say.

"Sorry, honey, I have to leave, as soon as possible," said Dad. "Caleb called me. Said something about a ghoul nest in Oregon. He needs my help, Chrissie, you understand."

"But Dad, it's Dean's birthday," I remarked. "I would think you would wanna spend at least a couple of hours with your family. It just doesn't seem fair."

Dad sighed again.

"This isn't up for discussion, Chrissie," he replied. "I'm needed in Oregon."

I bit my lip furiously, trying to hold back my frustrations.

"But, you're needed here too" I answered.

At that moment, Dean snatched the cell phone from me, and vanished into the bathroom, to have a conversation with Dad himself. I know Dad has a thing about birthdays, but seriously. If we were a normal family, would he be this way too? Dean soon reappeared, and tossed my cell phone back over to me.

"Well, what did he say?" I asked, stuffing my cell phone in the back pocket of my jeans.

Dean folded his arms, and leaned against the bathroom door.

"Chrissie, you gotta understand, Dad's a busy man. He's one of the best hunters around, and a lot of people want his help," said Dean. "And if that means he has to leave suddenly, then I can't do anything about that. Birthday or not. It's important to him."

I hung my hand, and balled my trembling hands into fists. Dean then sat down on the edge of the bed, and perched me on his knee. He then cupped my chin, to make me look at him directly.

"As long as I have you, that's all that matters," he smiled. "Trust me. Let it be."

I raised a comical eyebrow.

"Ah, dude, please don't start singing the Beatles," I pleaded. "It's too early in the morning to listen to you sing. Life isn't a Disney movie."

Dean scoffed, and ruffled my hair.

"Pffft, thank Christ for that," he remarked. "I couldn't handle being mobbed by woodland critters."

I chuckled, as I remained perched on my brother's knee.

"Oh, so you're calling yourself a Disney princess now, huh?" I said, with a cheeky grin. I leaned back and inspected my brother's face. "Hmm, yeah, you've got the big eyes of a Disney princess."

Dean then huffed, and shoved me off his knee, to which I landed hard on my ass. Sniggering, as I rose to my feet, I dusted myself off.

"Alright, alright," I said. "Time for your presents, old man."

Dean frowned, and tilted his head.

"Where did you get money for presents?" he asked. "You better not have been rifling through my wallet again, young lady."

I held my hands up in defence, before collecting the three newspaper wrapped parcels.

"Dude, this all legit stuff, ok," I answered. "Dad gave me some money to buy new sneakers, but I kept the money to buy your birthday presents."

Dean opened his mouth to protest, but I raised my hand to silence him.

"And before you bitch and moan," I interjected. "I had some money left over to buy some sneakers. I'm not going without, don't worry. I think I know a thing or two about money handling."

I gave the presents to my brother, who opened them gratefully.

"Chrissie, you shouldn't have spent your money on me," said Dean. "It's me who can get away with going without new clothes, not you."

I dismissed my brother, by waving a hand at him.

"Shut up, and be thankful I remembered" I smiled. "Oh, and Sammy said that he would call later whenever he can."

The first present was a medium sized bottle of shower gel. The gloopy liquid was green, so I'm guessing it was mint, which will make Dean stink like a piece of gum. The second present was a car magazine, complete with centrefolds of bikini clad models straddling along the hoods and roofs of cool looking cars. The final present was a new black leather wallet, as his old brown one was getting a bit worn and beaten. There was a quarter tucked inside the wallet. I've heard that in some countries, it's considered good luck.

Dean then pulled me into a hug, a smile spreading across his face. I hugged back, my skinny arms barely able to reach around my brother's torso.

"Thanks, sweetheart," said Dean, as he rubbed my hair gently. "You're a good kid."

I pulled away from the hug.

"Damn right I am," I said. "I didn't get you a birthday cake, I just got you pie instead."

Dean's grin spread even wider.

"That's my girl," he smiled. "I've taught you well."

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