She crept into their bedroom, carrying a tray full of all of his favorite breakfast foods. It was his birthday, and deserved it.

"Babe, you'd be a terrible spy." He mumbled and she gave a slight pout, but smiled as she approached the bed and he sat up. "What's all this?"

"Well, today is a special day, and you're my special man, so I made you breakfast."

"Baby, this is a feast."

"Are you complaining?" She asked with a raised eyebrow and he shook his head.

"Hell no. I'd be an idiot to complain over my girlfriend making me breakfast. But why is today special?" He asked as he accepted the plate and her smile grew.

"It's your birthday, Dean."

"No, it's Saturday. I'm not complaining that you remembered, but I'd prefer it if you didn't make a big deal out of it."

"Have I made a big deal out of it?" She asked as he cut into his triple stack of pancakes.

"Kind of." He mumbled around his pancakes and she stared at him from where she sat beside him.

"How? You've been awake for a grand total of two minutes."

"Breakfast in bed is kind of a big deal."

"How hard is it for you to just say 'thank you'? Just curious. You're welcome, by the way." She muttered as she slid from the bed and walked out.

"Babe? Where are you going?"

"I have dishes to wash, Dean." She called and he sighed. Suddenly, breakfast didn't taste as good as it did when she was beside him.

"Babe?" He asked once he emerged from the bedroom showered, dressed, and with the dishes from breakfast. She didn't even budge from her seat on the couch, legs crossed as she typed angrily. "You're seriously giving me the cold shoulder on my birthday?"

"I thought it was just Saturday?" She mocked, not bothering to look up from her phone as he took the plate and cup to the sink and he washed them out for her.

"I deserved that." He called over the water and she huffed. "I deserved that, too." He muttered under his breath and she sighed, standing and walking into the kitchen while his back was still turned and wrapping her arms around his torso and resting her head between his shoulder blades. He was a bit surprised, but he wasn't going to deny the loving contact, because he more than deserved to have her pissed at him for being ungrateful. He dried off his hands and turned in her arms, holding her close with one arm and smoothing her hair down with the other.

"I'm sorry for being a bitch. You don't deserve that on your birthday."

"I was being a brat, Case. I deserve it, and I'm sorry. You don't like getting up early, and you certainly don't like cooking, yet you did both for me, and I was ungrateful. How about later on tonight, you and I get dressed up, and I call and reservations at that restaurant you love so much and have a romantic dinner?" He suggested and she nodded with a smile.

"What do you want to do until then?" She asked and he shrugged.

"I want to walk around somewhere public with my woman." He stated with a small smile, leaning down and kissing her lips. "Maybe we can go to lunch, or like a park and I can push you on the swing or something? Maybe walk around the mall and window shop or something."

"All of those sound lovely, babe, but it's up to you."

"Let's do all three."

"I'll put on my boots." She said and he nodded, following her into their bedroom to put on his sneakers.

"Babe, push me on the swing." He asked and she laughed as he sat down and she stood behind him.

"I'll try." She pressed her palms flat on his back and pushed, but he barely budged.

"Get a running start." He joked with a chuckled and she did, only it turned into more of a slap. "Ow, shit!"

"You said running start!" She defended and he laughed as he stood from the swing and wrapped his arms around her.

"Here, I'll push you. I admire your valiant effort, babe." She nodded and he kissed her head as she got onto the swing before he began to push her gently.

He used the time while he pushed her on the swing to think about how his life changed with Casey in his life. He quit smoking, drank considerably less, and was all around happier. If it meant making her happy, he'd do it in a heart beat.

Even make a big deal out of his birthday.