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god bless u for adding sources to unsourced art

No problem! unsourced art makes me angry (^▽^)

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daft-gorillaz said: your eyeliner game tho like how hOW?!?

thank you omfg

lots of practice in the middle of the night and crying and makeup tutorials on youtube

Happy Birthday!

This is a fanfic especially for my friend daft-gorillaz it's her birthday today! So here's a birthday one-shot for her and Sam.

You woke up at around noon, not seeing any reason to get up early. It was your birthday, you were treating yourself. There's no better treat than sleeping in late. Dean never let you do it, always going on about an apocalypse or impending doom, but the way you saw it the world was damned either way it went. What was the harm in being well rested when it happened? You were surprised Dean hadn't come to wake you, yet. He was usually coming in with loud music and a prompt "Rise and shine, sleeping beauty." There was nothing today and that was as unsettling as it was nice. You lie in bed staring at the aged ceiling wondering if you should milk the opportunity and go back to sleep, when someone knocked on your room door. Well it was nice while it lasted and at the very least he knocked. "Yeah," you called sitting up. "Hey, Bri" Dean called, "get the hell out of bed, I've got something to show you." "Can I not, and say I did?" You whined. "C'mon, you'll love it," he promised but you doubted you'd love anything that required you to get out of bed. Of course, Dean wouldn't leave you be unless you got up; however, you were sure if you tried you could go back to sleep. "I will drag you out of that damn bed." Dean threatened. His smile lightened the threat but he was still serious. "Kay," you sighed, grabbed your glasses off of the night table and got out of bed, the cold floor stung your bare feet. After he showed you what he wanted he'd leave you be and you could retreat from the cold back to the warmth of your bed. Today was an off-day, period. Dean lead you through the labyrinthine halls of the bunker towards the library. You saw a tired looking Sam while you followed Dean. His hair was all over the place and he looked at you with a half-lidded gaze. "Good morning, Bri." "Sup." You said smiling at the disheveled brother. He had gone to sleep a few hours ago. You had no idea what the hell he'd been doing, but you got the feeling you didn't really want to know. Sam fell in line with the two of you, trudging sleepily into the library. "Dean what the hell do you want?" Sam groaned his mouth turning down in a frown. Dean walked into the library and turned to smile at you both. He had decorated the library with a banner that read "Happy Birthday Sam and Bri!" Along with streamers and a few balloons. "Happy Birthday!" He said. You couldn't help laughing at his enthusiasm, "You and I have the same birthday?" You asked Sam. He was staring at the decorations with a somewhat amused and confused face. "May 2nd?" "Yep," you nodded striding into the festive room. Cas stood in the middle of ill hung streamers and rainbow balloons. He looked a bit confused but Cas always looked that way. "I take it you told Dean," you said to him. "You were thinking about it yesterday," he admitted. You shook your head. It's not that you wanted your birthday kept a secret, you just didn't say anything. You had all been busy. Your birthday didn't occur to you until yesterday. A good night's sleep had been a pat on the back for surviving one more year. Still, the sentiment was nice. If anything it made you smile. You looked back at Dean where he stood looking a bit disappointed at his brother's indifference. You knew Sam was flattered, he was just tired. Dean would be all pissy if someone didn't gratify his hard work so you walked over and wrapped your arms around him. "Thanks Dean, it's nice," you said. He hugged you back looking pointedly at Sam. "At least somebody appreciates my work." He said. "Dean it's great," Sam sighed," I'm just tired." "Fine go to sleep," he grumbled, "me and Bri'll eat all the ice cream and cake." "Thought you didn't like cake." You asked leaning back to look up at him. "I don't, more for you." "Huh, swag," you said and by this point in your life you weren't quite sure if you were using the word ironically or if you honestly enjoyed saying "swag." "Wait save some for me." Sam asked looking to you. Dean kissed the top of your head then let you go. You turned to face Sam shaking your head. "You gotta stay awake if you want cake," you said, and did your best not to acknowledge the rhyme. Sam groaned, "Fine, can we do this so I can sleep." Dean smiled at his brother, "Aw princess have a late night?" "Not as late as you," Sam said in a bitchy voice, "so how was the-" "Shut up," Dean said quickly. "What?" You asked confused. "Noth-" "Dean and Sam went to a bar last night and Dean-" "Shut up Cas," Dean said turning to glare at the angel. "If you guys are lovers that's fine by me, I could be your adoptive child." Dean glared at you for a bit, long enough to make both you and Sam laugh. He rolled his eyes and all but stormed off in the direction of the kitchen, with Cas trailing him, mumbling something along the lines of, "I don't know why I do anything for you assholes." Sam took to resting his head on your shoulder which was a feat only completed once he bent, nearly in half. "Go take some drugs...I mean Tylenol," you clarified and he smirked. "I knew what you meant." "Just don't through up on the cake." "Eh I'm good just a head ache." You nodded and took to combing your fingers through his hair. Dean came back with a cake in his hands. Cas held the tub of ice cream. "Happy birthday to you," Dean sung as the lights of four candles danced on his face. One set of candles said 16 the other 31. You smiled at the display and towed Sam to the table. "Happy birthday to you," Dean ended on a very flat pitch but what did you expect? He was a hunter not a singer. "C'mon Sammy," you said poking his head and you both leaned forward and blew out your candles. Afterward you all sat down to watch Con Air with your cake and ice cream. You watched Cas try cake for the first time and all but died at the jovial delight that lit up his face. Sam fell asleep with his head in your lap and empty plate on his chest. You leaned against Dean trying to ignore his snide comments about the movie. "I like Nicholas Cage," you declared. "Really?" "Yes, he's pretty damn awesome." Dean laughed at you and ruffled your hair, "Fine he doesn't suck that much." "He doesn't suck at all, peasant," You said around a piece of cake. He chuckled and smoothed down the hairs he had disturbed. "So wait I do not understand. I thought he stole the declaration of independence," Cas said, confused. "Different movie, but equally amazing." You answered, looking over at him where he sat on a recliner. "Oh, so this was before he stole the document." You laughed and nodded, "Sure, Cas." After a while you looked back up at Dean to find him asleep, with his mouth open and head thrown back. "Thanks, Dean," you chuckled and looked back at the movie, realizing there was no way you were ever going to get up without waking one of them.

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