Just Another Day // Ranbrose
i meant to write & post this on dean's birthday but i've been busy so just pretend it's still the 7th. kinda' sad with a fluffy silly ending i guess. idk.
cacklesnicely ambrowes deanambroseofficial
When Randy hears the jingling of keys outside of his hotel door, and finally the beep of the key card being accepted his heart starts beating wildly inside of his chest. His fingers shake against the plate he's holding, and his eyes are locked on the chocolate cake on top of it; making sure it doesn't end up on the floor because of his shaky grip.
When the door opens and Dean casually enters the room, Randy smiles yelling out "Happy birthday love!" and steps towards Dean so he can get a good look at the cake he'd spent the past few hours baking.
Dean almost looks mortified, dropping his bag aside and just staring at Randy. He glances around the room, probably looking at the excessive balloons and party streamers thrown around. He squeezes his eyes shut, letting out a deep sigh followed by an angry groan.
He doesn't even speak before turning his back and slamming the door behind him, leaving Randy stunned. He can hear Dean muttering to himself as his stomps fade out down the hotel hallway.
It takes Randy a few seconds to process that his little surprise went in the worst direction possible. He sets the cake aside and hurries out the door trying to follow after Dean, who was already long gone.
Randy returned to their hotel room, cleaning up the small party mess he'd made and stuck the cake in the microwave. Bummed out was an understatement, he feels as though he'd had his heart torn out and stomped all over.
He'd put so much thought and preparation into this night, he'd planned it all out in a million different ways. He just wanted his boyfriend to have one proper birthday surprise, and despite all the times Dean told him not to surprise him he figured he wouldn't totally hate it. But he was wrong.
Randy dragged himself into bed after waiting around for Dean to come back. He figured he'll make it back on his own. And the last thing Randy wants is to push Dean any further, he's having what Randy calls a 'mood' and he'll recover, hopefully.
Randy's reading a book when the hotel door clicks open and Dean pokes in quietly, expecting Randy to be asleep by now. Randy just sends him a look and focus's on his book, there's no words for him to say. He knows if he opens his mouth he might say something wrong and send Dean into another mood.
Dean shuffles around a little bit before stripping into his boxers and getting comfortable next to Randy. There's an awkward tension in the room that the two are trying to ignore.
Randy's not mad at Dean, but he's disappointed that he just ran off like that. He'd thought they worked out a system where they'd address each problem and work it out together.
Dean snuggled up against Randy and pulled the book out of his hands, folding the page over and setting it aside. He pulled Randy's arm around him and rested his head on his chest hearing his steady heart beat.
"Sorry 'bout earlier. Jus' thought you knew I really don't like surprises." Dean began, locking his hand with Randy's
"I didn't think it was anything big. Just dinner and some proper birthday decorations." Randy mumbled, fumbling with Dean's cold fingers.
"Nobody's ever done anything nice for me, so it just caught me off guard I guess. Didn't really know how to react and my first instinct was to take off..." Dean continued, sadness and regret evident in his tone.
"But did you even consider how that'd make me feel? I spent weeks planning tonight and hours putting it all together." Randy began getting aggravated, but he knew not to lose his cool. He doesn't want to ruin the night anymore.
Dean rolled onto his stomach so he was looking at Randy's face, resting his chin on his knuckles. "I know, and 'm sorry. I jus' feel so guilty, I didn't do anything for your birthday. Kinda' forgot about it til you said somethin'... Didn't even buy you a card. N' you've got this cake and all these balloons. I couldn't accept it."
"I didn't wan't you to do anything for me, and if you didn't want to that's okay. But I wanted to do this for you." Randy smiled weakly, hating the sad look that had grown in Dean's eyes.
Dean sucked in a deep breath. "I hate that 'm like this, I shouldn't have taken off. Prolly' made you feel like shit." His voice began to shake as he tried to keep his composure, not wanting to burst out into anymore tears.
Randy's fingers glided along Dean's face realizing how close he was to another breakdown. "It's okay, Dean. I should have talked to you first, I know how you feel about birthdays."
"Yeah... Just another day... B-but that cake you made, looked real good. Where can I find it?" Dean smiled, trying to change the subject and lighten the mood a little as he got to his knees ready to burst off of the bed and find that chocolate cake.
Randy laughed, "In the microwave."
Dean was stumbling over his own feet, hurrying to the kitchen. A few seconds later he was hurrying back into the room with the cake and two forks in his hand. "Hurry up n' sing the song so I can eat my damn cake."