"Dean, this really isn't necessary," Sam stated
again. And again Dean just huffed and rolled
his eyes. "I'm fine with a gas station cupcake.
Really."
"Sam, shut it. You are getting a real birthday cake this year. Look, I even got a little cowboy to go on it," Dean smirked as he waggled a toy cowboy in Sam's face.
"You could go buy one."
"Are you crazy? I checked around and those ladies charge way too much."
"But you'd pay with a fake credit card, so what does it matter?"
"Sammy, can I just give you one birthday that borders on normal? Next year it'll be a candle in a snack cake, but today, there's no hunt and no drama, so you're getting a real cake. And maybe I'll let you have your present."
"I'd hardly call you making a cake from scratch normal. Thank you, Dean."
"You're welcome. Now, get the hell outta my kitchen."
