About a month later was Tru's and Faith's Seventeenth Birthday. The three Singers were currently at their home with the three Winchesters. Bobby and John were outside fixing up John's truck while Sam was with Faith, working on his aim, leaving Tru and Dean by themselves in the house. They were both sitting on the couch, Tru snuggling closer to him and watching t.v.
"I like this." Tru muttered, her head on Dean's chest.
"What?" Dean asked.
"Being with you, not having to go on a hunt." Tru told him, smiling.
"We've got a hunt." Bobby said, walking into the house with John behind him, followed by Faith and Sam.
"What?" Tru asked.
"Mysterious deaths about five hours away. Lets go." Bobby told them. Tru groaned and started to get up.
"Why do we gotta go on our birthday?" Tru asked.
"What are you talking about, this is like the best birthday present ever." Faith said, smirking.
"Well we've been on hunts nonstop for almost a year. I just want to be able to relax on my birthday." Tru told him. "Please." Bobby looked at his daughter for a moment before sighing and nodding his head.
"Alright, you don't have to go. Just for today." Bobby told her, making her smile.
"Thanks dad." Tru said, hugging her father.
"You're still letting me go though, right." Faith asked.
"Of course. You, Sammy, and Dean." Bobby nodded. Tru frowned when she heard that but didn't say anything.
"Come on you three, lets go." John said, looking at the children who were going. Dean started moving for the door when he tripped over a box on the floor and fell to the ground. He held his leg, a pained look on his face.
"Dean." Tru said, kneeling down beside him.
"Dean, are you okay?" John asked.
"No, I think I fucked up my leg." Dean said in a pained voice.
"Can you walk on it?" John asked. He helped Dean to his feet and when he put pressure on the leg he hurt, he hissed and shifted his weight. "I'll take that as a no. You shouldn't go."
"No, I gotta go." Dean told him.
"Dean, you can sit out this one. Tru, can you watch him while we're gone?" John asked.
"S-Sure." Tru nodded, looking at Dean with a concerned look on her face. John helped Dean over to the couch and sat him down on it.
"Alright, we'll be back sometime tomorrow or the next day." Bobby said as the four hunters left the house. Tru heard them all pull away and walked over to Dean.
"A-Are you okay?" Tru asked.
"I am now." Dean smiled and stood up without a problem and kissed her. Tru gasped and pulled back.
"What?" Tru asked. "You faked fucking up your leg so you could stay?"
"I couldn't miss my baby's birthday." Dean said, smiling and kissing her again. Tru smiled and kissed him back. After a few minutes, they broke apart and Tru laid her head on Dean's chest.
"You know you're dad's gonna be pissed when he finds out." Tru pointed out.
"Let him be pissed." Dean shrugged. Tru was shocked when he said that. Dean never did anything to make his father mad. He was always good little soldier. She smiled wider and pulled him down on the couch beside her. She snuggled closer to him and turned to the t.v.
Around eleven o'clock that night after Tru and Dean made a pizza for dinner, they went into their separate bedrooms. Tru changed into her black pajama bottoms and a black tank top when there was a knock at the door.
"Come in." Tru said, turning to the door. Dean walked in holding a cupcake in his hand.
"Sorry I couldn't get you a cake." Dean told her.
"This is sweet Dean, thanks." Tru said, taking the cupcake from him and putting it on the bedside table.
"Glad you think so." Dean said as Tru wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down into a kiss. They both stumbled back and fell onto the bed, never breaking the kiss. Hands started to roam and soon Tru's found Dean's belt buckle.
"Tru." Dean said, panting. "A-Are you sure…"
"I'm sure Dean. I love you." Tru said, bringing their lips together again.
The next morning, Tru woke up and felt something slung across her waist. She opened her eyes and found Dean laying beside her, looking at her with a small smile on his face.
"Morning." Dean said, kissing her forehead.
"Morning." Tru said through a yawn. There was a big smile on her face as she snuggled closer to Dean who was holding her protectively.
"Did you like your birthday?" Dean asked her softly.
"Loved it." Tru nodded. Dean smiled and kissed the top of her head. "I love you Dean."
"Love you too Tru." Dean said, placing a soft kiss to her lips.
Three days later, Tru and Dean were both sitting on the couch, watching t.v. and waiting for Bobby, John, Faith, and Sam to return. Bobby had called and told them that they would be home within an hour so they had decided to just sit on the couch and watch t.v.
"They're back." Tru said when she heard the distinct sounds of John's truck and her father's 1968 Plymouth Belvedere GTX Convertible.
"Great." Dean said, pulling away from her slightly. It took a few minutes before the front door opened and everyone piled into the house.
"How was the hunt?" Tru asked.
"Average." Faith said, plopping down on the couch beside her. Sam walked over to join them and Tru noticed he had a big cut on his left cheek.
"What happened Sammy?" Tru asked, touching the cut gently.
"Spirit. I'm fine." Sam said, pulling away from her.
"You sure Sammy?" Dean asked.
"It's Sam." Sam said quietly as he sat down on the opposite side of the couch next to Faith.
"Dean, how's your leg?" John asked.
"It's better now. I started walking on it the day after you left and it's as good as ever." Dean told him, not getting up.
"Good so we can head out in an hour." John told him.
"Yes sir." Dean nodded as John walked back into the kitchen.
"I don't want you to leave again." Tru said, snuggling closer to him again.
"I don't wanna go either but I have to. We'll probably see each other in two weeks anyway." Dean reminded her.
"Probably, but still." Tru said, pulling even closer to him.
"I know." Dean said, kissing her cheek.
"Make me sick." Faith muttered under her breath.
"Shut up Faith." Tru muttered under her breath.
After they all had a small dinner, John and the boys left for their next hunt. Tru waved goodbye sadly to Dean and turned back to the house. She walked into her room and found Faith waiting for her.
"You did it, didn't you." Faith asked before Tru could close the door.
"Shhh." Tru said, shutting the door quickly.
"You did." Faith said, smirking.
"Yeah." Tru said, smiling, a small blush on her cheeks.
"About damn time." Faith said, earning a small punch from Tru. "So how was it?"
"I can't wait till I see him again." Tru answered, smiling wide.