The knock on the door is brief before Dean swings it open and pokes his head into the room. “Dude, you can’t be asleep already. Come on, I got somethin’ ta show you.” He clearly hiding something behind his back, and the hunter shifts the mysterious box awkwardly. “Sammy. Come on man.” ((hunterbynightroadriderbyday))
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Sam groans, and squints at the doorway. It had been pleasantly dark before his brother had unceremoniously interrupted the calm. Sam props himself on his elbow. "Dean...what?" His birthday is nearly over, probably not forgotten by the other, but not made a big deal out of. Sam's good with that honestly. It's another day. "Right now?" Sam lifts his brows. "It can't wait 'till mornin'?" Sam isn't being difficult but he's wondering if there's any sense of urgency about what Dean has to show him.














