Hey guys hope you enjoy this chapter :D Reasons for shortness sometimes it is nice to give you guys a break. Also helps spread the story out. Very fun to write this ;)

Back at the motel Dean was giggling childishly to himself as he finished applying a moustache made of toothpaste and a beard formed by shaving cream onto his brother's face. Waking up with a start Sam's hand rushed to his face and he looked at his palm in horror.

"Is this, shaving foam?" he asked groggily and in a slight mystified tone.

"What the hell happened to you? I just got back from placing an order for Cas's birthday cake." Dean bit back a smile.

"Celeste!" Sam yelled angrily as he stormed off in the direction of the small bathroom and grabbed the towel to rub the mess from his red face.

Dean grinned to himself and wished he had taken a picture of his baby brother. He was certain Celeste and Gabriel would have admired his handiwork. However, for now it wouldn't hurt to play along. And he had placed a delivery order at the local bakery. Well let's just say it is not a well-known bakery. So he wasn't committing a total a sin as he wasn't completely lying to his brother as he usually did.

"Come on Sammy. You need to lighten up. Celeste is just having a bit of harmless fun. The last couple of days have been rough." Dean said mildly as he plonked himself onto the stale couch and coughed as dust soared upwards.

"It's beside the point Dean! She used her mojo to put me to sleep, has drawn on my face and now she is gone." Sam huffed as he crossed his arms and gave Dean a pissed off expression. No way to sugar-coat it and Dean could not help but cheekily comment,

"If you ask me. I think she did you a favour. That was a great improvement on you and it made you look so manly."

Sam glowered at his brother and stopped when Dean frowned in consternation,

"That doesn't sound good." Sam rolled his eyes at his brother and showed him his laptop before saying,

"Exactly and this is the page she must have been browsing. The Temple of something or other. I can't read the Enochian symbols clearly." Dean's eyes scanned the picture and shrugged,

"Well you know Celeste. Once she has her mind set on something there is no stopping her. I say we just hang back and set up the party for Cas." Dean walked over to the fridge and grabbed an ice cold beer, which he took a large swig of.

Sam's eyes were full of tension, Dean sighed and patted him once with force on his shoulder,

"Relax Sam. This is Cel were talking about. She can handle herself. Now let's start doing whatever it is people do when they plan a party."

Relenting and settling back into the couch Sam said,

"Well maybe we should have some decorations. Nothing fancy. I don't think Cas will understand the point of them. But a few colourful balloons, to you know spark up the place, wouldn't hurt." He glanced around the grey motel room with distaste.

"I agree with you there. I have already ordered the cake. Celeste would kill me if we did the party games I said. But hey! What she doesn't know won't hurt her. And then all we need to do is get Cas a few gifts," Dean reeled off the list in his mind and then saw the frown cloud his brother's usually optimistic expression "What?".

"It's just that. What do you buy an angel, especially an angel like Cas for his birthday?" Sam's jaw fixed in concentration and he returned his focus to Dean, who said with a hint of irritation in his voice,

"I don't know Sam. Write him a love poem or notes on how to talk to girls. You're a pansy when it comes to soppy things like this, so figure something out!"

"Fine! I will go and buy the balloons and a present for Cas then." Sam replied sassily as he walked briskly out of the motel room.

"And I will just set up the party games, wait for the cake to be delivered and go buy Cas a few special gifts." Dean grinned evilly to himself as mischievous ideas began to float around his disciplined brain.

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