January FFWotSPNF Monthly Writing Challenge
Prompt 1: January 24 is Dean's 47th birthday! Write a fic celebrating him, something he loves, or simply what his birthday would look like!
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Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: Mature
Pairing: Dean/Cas
Warnings: Fluff, Swearing, Drinking, A spicy bit at the end.
Summary: Cas throws his favorite human a birthday party with Sam's help.
Square Filled: "I'm not drunk enough for this."
Special thanks to my beta bestie @copperboom82 thank you for everything ❤️
@chevroletdean here it is pookie, I hope I did you proud 🫶
"Sam!"
He flinched at the sudden shout of his name, and if that wasn't enough to tell him that Dean was pissed, the resounding stomping of his heavy boots down the hallway was a dead giveaway.
"What's up?" Sam asked, trying to act casual when his door flew open.
"You wanna tell me what the hell this is?" Dean barked, shoving his phone in Sam's face.
"Well, Dean. That looks like an invitation to a birthday party," Sam smarted back. "Yours to be exact."
Dean's eyes closed as he let out the loudest sigh possible. "No shit," he retorted, shoving his phone into his pocket. "Was this your idea?"
"Actually, no, this was all Cas. He asked me last night how Evites work and how to manifest one..." Sam said with a chuckle.
"And you just had to tell him."
"Wrong again, big brother. I told him it would just be easier if I did it for him."
Dean started to pace, the thought of anyone making a fuss over his birthday was unsettling, but Cas, a freaking angel, should be worried about bigger fish right now.
"Look, I know you don't like it, but I think you should give him this one."
"Oh, you do?" Dean growled with raised eyebrows. "And why the hell would you think this is a good idea?"
"Because he's been through a lot. Because he was excited about it. And because he just got you back," Sam explained, watching his brother's facial features soften. "I think that kinda gives him the right to celebrate."
Dean stayed silent, chewing on his inner cheek as Sam's words echoed in his mind.
"Just try, Dean," Sam pleaded. "You should have seen how excited he was about it."
Dean sighed again, this time in defeat. "Fine. But if there is a piñata. I'm out."
Sam let out another chuckle. "Deal."
Dean found himself riffling through his clothes hours later, getting more annoyed by the second. Dean had been to a few birthday parties, never his, and never thrown by a celestial being before. Dean had no freaking idea what to expect.
"Hey, um-" Sam's words turned into a gasp when his eyes found Dean quickly turning away from his closet. "Whatcha doin'?
"Nothin."
"Really? Because it looked like someone was trying to find the perfect outfit," Sam quipped with a smile.
"No… shut up…" Dean stammered. "What'd you want?"
"It's 4 o'clock…" Sam told him. "Time for your party."
"Alright," Dean sighed, "Let's get this over with."
Dean took a deep breath before he walked into the library, jumping at the sudden honk of four party blowers, one of them being Sam, who was behind him.
"Happy Birthday!" Cas, Sam, Jody, and Claire all shouted in unison.
"You guys dragged Jody and Claire into this, too…" Dean sneered with an eyeroll.
"First off, Winchester. Nobody dragged us into anything," Jody said, making her way over to him and wrapping him in a hug. "Second, everyone deserves to be celebrated every once in a while."
"Yeah, but-"
Dean's words were cut off when Sam let out two coughs, clearly saying try in between them.
"Right, okay. So you surprised me, turned the library into a festive balloon and streamer display." Dean said, gesturing to the room. "Now what?"
"The google said it was a tradition to play games at a human birthday party," Cas spoke up. "Unless you want something else."
"No, Cas." Dean insisted when he saw the angel's smile fade. "Games sound awesome."
"First on the list," Sam said, picking up the index cards and some pens. "Take these, and write down your favorite thing about the famous Dean Winchester."
"Oh Jesus Christ," Dean remarked, "I am not drunk enough for this."
Sam couldn't help but laugh as his brother passed him, heading towards the liquor cart they kept in the corner.
"Oh, come, Dean," Jody persisted. "Let someone admire you for once."
"Yeah, could be fun," Claire added with a smirk.
Dean rolled his eyes and threw back three shots of the best whiskey they had. He wanted to argue, wanted to tell them all to go find something better to do. But when his eyes met Castiel's, and he saw the start of disappointment in those deep blue eyes, he couldn't do it. He hated seeing Cas unhappy and swore he would never be the root of the problem again.
"Alright," he said, pouring one more shot for good measure, and started back to the group, "Do the things."
The corners of Castiel's mouth twitched up, giving Dean an overwhelming feeling of satisfaction.
"Okay. Everybody, put your piece of paper in this box," Castiel told them, holding out the cardboard as he made his way around the room. "Dean will read them and try to guess who said what."
Dean stopped in his tracks, turning back to the cart and pouring his fifth shot.
"Really?" Sam quipped when Dean joined them again.
"Hey. I'm here, nobody said I had to be sober."
The games continued, as did Dean's drinking; he slowed down some, choosing to keep sipping on beer instead of whiskey. By the time Sam announced the limbo was next, Dean was feeling pretty damn good and even participated without complaining. Then, to everyone's suprise actually joined in when they sang happy birthday to him as Castiel carried a pie from the kitchen.
What surprised Castiel the most was when Dean's arm wrapped around his waist and gave him a peck on the cheek after pulling him close.
"Thank you for this," Dean murmured. "You really didn't have to."
"It's not about having to, Dean. I wanted to," Cas said, getting a kiss on the lips this time. "Now make a wish and blow out your candles."
Dean smiled and did what he was told.
"What did you wish for?"
"Now, you know if I tell you, Sammy, it won't come true," Dean teased, pulling his angel back to his side.
Castiel heard Dean mumble 'Though I don't need anything else,' under his breath, making his heart skip a beat.
"Come on, Dean," Castiel said with heated cheeks when the hunter started placing more kisses on all of his face. "I gotta cut this."
"Who even has pie instead of cake for their birthday, anyways?" Claire remarked, pulling Dean out of his loving moment.
"Dean Winchester, that's who," Sam spoke up, teasing his brother.
"Guys. It's his birthday, his decision," Jody disputed.
"Thanks, right. So shush it."
The banter continued while they all ate a slice of the oversized cherry pie that somehow Castiel managed to whip up.
"Babe…" Dean said when Cas started cleaning the dirty dishes from the table. He stopped when Dean took the plates out of his hands. "Sit. Relax. You've been busting your ass all day. I got these."
"Yeah," Sam agreed. "I'll help."
"Bout time you did something around here," Dean joked with a grin, getting a deadpan expression from his baby brother.
"Thank you," Sam said when they were out of earshot from everyone else. "You two looked… happy by the end."
"Probably just the booze, Sammy."
"Seriously?" He scoffed. "Are you ever gonna let yourself go there?"
Dean ignored the question and placed the dishes into the sink.
"Dean…"
"Sam, we've been through this a thousand times. People like us don't die happy, okay?"
"Yeah, but-"
"No, no buts. Can we just-" Dean's words trailed off into a sigh. "Let's not ruin it for him. Just let it go and put your party face back on."
Dean walked away, not giving Sam a chance to rebut.
"So, what's next?" Dean asked, approaching the table where his friends were gathered.
"Actually…" Jody said as she rose to her feet. "It's getting late, and we have a long drive back…"
"You know, we have plenty of empty rooms here. You guys could just stay," Dean offered.
"So, we kinda um, promised Claire we would take her on a hunt," Sam confessed, stepping beside Jody. "There's a vamp nest not too far from here and-"
"You're tackling a vamp nest after dark?" Dean questioned with raised eyebrows.
"Well, we wanted to do your party, and now just seemed like the best time," Jody rambled. "Ya know with the three of us here and all."
"Yeah," Sam added. "No better time than now."
Dean's eyebrows furrowed as he stayed silent.
"You guys are horrible at this," Claire spoke up. "Look, there's another surprise, and we don't really wanna stick around for it."
"Really, Claire?" Sam hissed.
"What? I didn't give it away, and you guys really do suck at lying."
"Should I be scared?"
"Quite the opposite, my friend," Claire told him with a pat to his shoulder. "Now go have fun."
The three of them walked away awkwardly, whispering and giggling when they got to the stairs. Dean realized Cas had been MIA for the whole conversation. What the hell was his little angel up to now?
"Cas?" he waited for a beat, but there was no answer. Getting more curious, he started toward the hall. "Castiel!"
There was still no answer as Dean continued down the hall. "This isn't funny, Cas."
"In here."
Dean turned when he heard Castiel's voice coming from their bedroom. "What are you-"
His words caught in his throat when he saw his perfect little angel spread out on the bed, a black silk sheet that Dean had never seen before moved with the rise and fall of Cas's chest, allowing his chiseled pecs to play peek-a-boo.
"What's this?" Dean asked, stepping through the door.
"You didn't think the birthday activities were over, did you?" Castiel asked with a smirk.
"Whatcha wearin' under that sheet, there Cas?"
"Why don't you come over here and find out, Dean?"
He swallowed hard and swaggered over to the bed. This would be their first time since Dean came back, since his whole world turned upside down, and they managed to remove that damn Mark from his arm.
Dean sat down on the edge of the bed, kicking his boots off as the question slipped before he could stop it. "You sure about this?"
Castiel let out a loud sigh, "I can't believe you have to ask that, after everything."
Den stayed silent, the haunting memories of all the shit their relationship had been through: the apocalypse, Heaven War, Leviathans, Dean becoming a demon. That one just about broke them.
"Dean…" Castiel murmured, making Dean look him in the eyes as he pulled on his arm. "It's always been you, no matter what. I love you. Nothing will ever change-"
In one quick motion, Dean was on top of him, stifling his words with heated yet passionate kisses. He couldn't deny it; it was quite thrilling, the weight of his human on him again, Dean's semi-hard, clothed cock rubbing against him. For the first time in a long time, Castiel felt normal again, felt like them again.
"I love you too, Cas," Dean whispered back. "No matter what."