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When; Tonight, 24 January
Rating; PG-13 so far (for drinking?)
Characters; Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, and OPEN (if you know Dean or Sam, you're welcome! or you could just be in the bar)
Summary; Dean's having a birthday. Sam doesn't care what he thinks.
Notes; Multiple threads, thread-jumping, whatever you want! It's a party, anything goes.
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After the prank he'd pulled earlier, Sam thought Dean might need a break. He also thought it might be prudent not to be home when Dean got there. So Sam staked out a favorite bar of Dean's, called some of his friends, and left a note.

Dean--

Hey, didn't feel like cooking so I went out. Meet me at [some bar, come on Dean, it's your favorite! they have tater tots], okay? I have something to tell you. Sam

There was a chance Dean wouldn't come, but it was a bar, and the house would be quiet and lonely, and Sam was pretty sure he'd come. In the meantime, he savored the thought of the day Dean must have had...

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Once Dean has accepted that there is going to be this whole party thing, he goes around chatting and socializing. He sits down next to Dawn, putting one arm around her shoulder.

"I can't believe I didn't get an ass grab from you. I'm hurt. It's my birthday and everything."

It's about time he came over and said hello to her. She smiles and leans over to give him a kiss on the cheek. Which she might add is so much better than an ass pat. Not only because it's sweeter, but it's also different from all the rest. She likes to stand out, okay?

"You get a birthday cheek kiss, no more. Well, there is more cause I made birthday double chocolate brownies. I was all chef-like in the kitchen. They may not be warm with the walk over here but they're fresh and that's what makes them awesome."

She gently nudges into his side with her shoulder. "Guess who's gotta make a birthday wish??" She looks at him pointedly.

It's more what he expects from her anyway. Dawn is very much a little-sister sort of thing as far as Dean is concerned.

"Hey, I'll take brownies over an ass pat any day." It's true, sadly, most of the time. He rolls his eyes at Dawn's suggestion though.

"Squirt, do I have to tell you how bad that's likely to turn out?"

"It's only likely to turn out bad if you don't have any faith that it can turn out good." Said as if this were the most obvious thing in the world. But that's what living in the shadow of and where she can constantly observe the Slayer has done to her. Buffy's birthdays rarely went off without a hitch. But every year, they tried to make something happen smoothly on her birthday. Sometimes it worked, most times not so much. But the point is that they try cause it's special and it's what family/friends do for each other.

She leans back and gives him a look, wide eyes, expectant, waiting for him to give in sooner rather than later cause he knows eventually she'll get him to give in anyway. "Don't make me get all Dawn pout-y on you cause I can break it out at a moments notice and it has more power than most magic spells I've seen, and I've seen a lot of magic spells after living with two witches for awhile."

And now she's side-tracked... cause she's Dawn. "I think my favorite one was the glamour one Willow used to do. She could make herself look awesome in two seconds flat. Everyone should be able to do that."

"Well you went and mentioned the pout. Now I gotta see the pout."

He chuckles a bit at her magic tangent. "Witches are whores but I guess I can make some exceptions and I'm pretty sure you can do the same thing without magic, Squirt."

Don't be offended, Dawn. His experience with witches hasn't been quite as positive as yours.

She would not be a good friend to Willow and would be dishonoring Tara's memory if she weren't at least a little offended. She gasps at his remark and then her eyes narrow at him, trying to decide if he's serious or kidding. She really can't decide. So prepare yourself for a Dawn ramble.

"Not all witches are whores, maybe the ones you've met. Some of them are nice, decent human beings who are one with the girl love and have nice, colorful and eclectic fashion sense. That's like saying all boys are dumb or all mystically created things are evil... which they're... not." She is totally not evil, okay?

But she recovers with a smile and that amused spark is back in her eyes. "But I will see your compliment of thinking I can get all beutified in two seconds flat and raise you a me pout."

In preparation, she flips her hair back behind her shoulders and tuens in the stool to face Dean straight on. She looks completely innocent and earnest at him. "Dean? Will you please make a wish and blow out a candle for your birthday?" And he will now get the full on power of a Dawn pout. "It would make Sam and I really happy."

He was sort of expecting the ramble. He got from the ramble before that she was friends with witches. He kind of shrugs and nods.

"Yeah, my experience with them haven't been nearly as positive and all boys are dumb, but you're right about the last one."

Proof that compliments are always good things to give out. They get you out of trouble.

The pout makes him laugh. Really laugh and he so rarely does. Finally he straightens up and nods. "Alright, how can I deny you and Sam both happiness."

He gives the brownie a skeptical look, like it's going to personally ruin his life then closes his eyes.

Let Sam be okay. Here. Home. Just let him be okay

Of course his wish would be for Sam.

He blows the candle out with one breath. "Happy?"

Oh, well she feels accomplished, to have made Dean laugh like that. Honestly, she isn't sure that she's ever heard that kind of free, open laugh from him, even through all their multitude of conversation and interaction. So really, it's a pleasant surprise. So much so that it's infectious and Dawn ends up with a bright smile as she laughs a bit as well.

"You really can't deny us, we're too cute to deny." She teases, amused as she glanced back to Sam.

She isn't sure weather Dean actually makes a wish or weather he just goes through the show of it for them. Either way, it makes her happy that he at least put some effort into it. She can't seem to get rid of that smile just yet as she nods at him. "Very happy. You've done a good birthday deed in a selfless kind of way. Plus, there's the whole having faith that things will be okay thing, which is really a big step for some people." She's thinking of both Dean and her sister.

She plucks the candle out of the top of the brownie and offers it to Dean as she sings a quiet (so very few can hear her) off-key ditty of the 'Happy Birthday' song that everyone sings. And when she's finished. "Happy birthday, Dean."

She should feel accomplished. There aren't many people who can get that sort of laugh out of him. It's usually a lot more bitter.

It's just one of those things. When you've seen and done all the things they've seen and done, your faith in the world kind of tends to wane. Dean's is so much lower than Buffy's has been since she jumped from that tower.

"Guess I can't."

He takes the brownie from her, listens to her sing and grins a bit before he puts the brownie on the bar and hugs Dawn tightly. "Thanks, Squirt."

"See? Told you. The Dawn pout is irresistible. I haven't met one who's been able to resist it yet. Of course that might be because I stay away from people who don't seem to like me at all. And you can really tell, you know? When someone likes you or they don't? Yeah. Now if I ever need you to do something I know how to get you to do it."

She picks up a brownie for herself and tears off a small piece to pop into her mouth. She chews it and swallows it down before speaking again. There are only certain crowds she'll talk with her mouth full to. Mostly just her sister, Xander and Willow.

"Can you taste the double in the double chocolate brownies?" She waggles her eyebrows at him. "Super double chocolate-y."

"Hey now, you start abusing things like that and people come up with an exposed immunity to it or something."

He takes a big bite of the brown and nods, half chewing it before he starts talking. "Definitely super double chocolate. You did good, Squirt."

"Well then I guess we're lucky that it isn't often that I'm all Dean!needy. More with the just wanting to hang out and possibly tag along to things I probably shouldn't. Which if you ask my sister, I do a lot of that."

She remembers barging into her sisters room, sometimes listening in from the hallway outside, occasionally trying to go do all the fun things she was doing with her friends. Yeah. She can be a tag-a-long sometimes.

"Thanks." She smiles at his brownie compliment. "I'm working on becoming a master chef in my household. They've been treated with a new dish every night this week, plus dessert. The dessert thing I'm awesome with but the actual cooking, sometimes I'm hit or miss. Sometimes we just have dessert for dinner on the nights my cooking is a big time miss."

"I'm alright with you being needy. Don't worry about it and I don't mind you tagging along as long as you listen to me." When he says stay in the car, he means stay in the car unless I'm getting my ass handed to me then get the flame thrower and try not to roast me.

"Anytime you want to practice on me, let me know. I've mastered waffles and spaghetti-o's."

"Sure, I always listen." Said with a shrug and a roll of one shoulder as she looks up at the flashing neon lights above the bar and pops another small bite of brownie into her mouth. Nope, she never listens. That's the truth of it. But that was for Dean to find out and not for her to get a lecture about today on his birthday.

She arches a brow, looking skeptically back over to him. Of course that skepticism is still laced with amusement. "Don't spaghettio's come in a can? Cause I'm not sure you can count that as cooking. I mean I guess you could but..."

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