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Happy Birthday

Dear Dean,

Happy birthday Winchester. It seems your getting pretty old nowadays - I guess we can't all be young and beautiful. Anyways, I just wanted to drop this by with a piece of pie to say congratulations on surviving another year and saving so many lives. There is nobody else like you in the entire world.

Anyways, have a great day. Go out, have a drink or two, eat this free slice of pie.

Love Sincerely,

Jo goes to the manager's desk of the motel where the Winchesters are staying, intending on leaving the letter and piece of pie with the concierge who can later deliver it to him. It would be easier than actually speaking to him face to face, especially after they have not spoken in so long. She drops the letter off at the main desk after successfully guessing which alias the brothers had used this time and turns to leave, unable to believe she left him a birthday letter but feeling glad she did so.

He wasn't ever used to have various deliveries dropped on his doorstep. At the very least, not deliveries that weren't of deadly sorts. Thus, his slight skepticism when opening the door was justifiable.

A slice of pie and a letter?

A light wondering scowl molded in his muscles, picking up the deliveries with a tight lipped smile, door closing right after. The pie emanated a pleasant odor, despite it most likely having cooled off until Dean returned to the motel. He'd just have that tested for poison later.

Sinking into the edge of his bed, he opened the letter, carefully diving into every word.

"There is nobody else like you in the entire world," he repeated under a soft breath, a curl latching to the corners of his mouth. It amused him, really. An ironic smile of genuine disbelief that dismissed the sentence as a pun to himself. Although, no lie was needed -- he did feel a knot in his stomach.

Jo.

Of course it was Jo. He didn't know why, but it was just simply so --- blatantly obvious.

Last he recalled, there wasn't anyone else able to ignite such a bittersweet emotion within him. Him? He was a carbon copy of his father, a follower of other models, a machine set on killing. Truth was, there was nobody else like Jo Harvelle in the entire world.

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Happy Birthday

Their lives had been grit and blood, betrayal and broken trust since the Crotatoan virus had begun to spread across the United States. There had been little to celebrate, and though Jo had never been one for holidays or anything festive, she thought she would attempt to get Dean Winchester to smile on his birthday.

She knocked at the door she was aware led to his room, a wrapped present in hand. It wasn’t much, simply a piece of pie with the ingredients she had managed to find and rather strange replacements for those she wasn’t, but it was more than nothing.

"Happy birthday Winchester."

He said back in the chair, eyes closed, recently back from a raid. He was exhausted, he was spent, and he was done. Nothing worse than spending a day killing Croats and losing more people than you could afford. His feet were up on the chair in front of him, and he could slipped into sleep if he just let himself go.

But then a knock stopped him, and he opened his eyes on a sigh, dropping his feet to the floor. He leaned forward, rubbing his face in his hands wearily.

“No fuckin’ peace,” he growled softly, getting up to the answer the door. He pulled it open, about to verbally crap all over whoever had interrupted the only moment of his day he was sure to have to himself when he paused.

Jo stood in the doorway, something in her hands. It was wrapped so he couldn’t see what it was and that only made him angrier.

“Happy birthday Winchester.”

His jaw tightened, hand clenching around the door. He was silent a moment as he contemplated what to do. He’d never planned on doing anything for his birthday. He’d kept that shit a secret.

Only three people knew, and she was one of them. He didn’t want to celebrate and for reasons that should have been obvious. He moved to the side to let her come in, not sure he really wanted to.