Supernatural Imagines

Birthday Wishes

⚠️Smut warning! It's all sweet. I don't really see any trigger warnings to put

Also... this is over 5,000 words. It's a slow start that holds a lot of information but I feel it makes it all the more meaningful. Enjoy loves

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I chuckle as I stare out at the fire in front of me, too caught up in the words that are hot against my ear, with a hand on my bare thigh, only in shorts and one of his Led Zeppelin t-shirts tucked into the waistband.

Sam was already off researching in the comfort of my room, his father and mine were talking of old hunts, drunk off their ass back at the house my dad and I lived in, while Dean and I took the night off, and set up camp by a lake. A beautiful clearing with crystal blue waters. We agreed on three things: a place to sit our asses down in front of the fire, getting absolutely obliterated, and sleeping in the backseat of his car like we did on most hunts. My father trusted him enough to let me go on hunts with him alone, knowing he'd do everything in his power to protect me.

It was my eighteenth birthday and all I wanted was for a day to spend with the people I love. It was overall a good day. No hunt to take on, or anyone calling for our aid, so I knew I would be granted a good birthday. Unlike most, I usually spent them hunting with a small slice of pie and a single candle Dean and Sam usually brought me in the early hours of the morning from the nearest convenience store, wishing me a happy birthday and regrets of having to spend it hunting in a motel room. I was just more happy at the fact that I was spending it with my best friends. But this morning I was awoken by a banging on my bedroom door and then they let themself in revealing Dean behind it. I was brought breakfast in bed made by my father and a bouquet that he and Sam got me. Dean brought it to me and I couldn't have been happier by his morning greeting. After that, I ate while Dean sat in the wooden captain's chair I kept by my desk, and Sam sat with me on my bed and I gave him my toast.

Dean has been in my life for as long as I can remember. One year older than Sam and three years younger than Dean. I started developing a crush on the older friend when I was 7 and I thought as time went on feelings would change if I ignored it and I have been dead wrong. As the years passed I just wanted him more. Sam knew all about it. Seeing that he's closer in age, I thought I would be able to tell him, especially since he told me he knew when I was 15. I told him everything after that. And every time the two were to stay for dinner in between then and now, I would sit then Sam would leave the chair beside me empty so Dean had no other choice but to sit next to me. He would grab the leg of my chair, pulling me to close the distance between us with a childish grin on his lips, as his arm would wrap around my neck placing kisses into my hair and teasing me when I said there wasn't anyone I had my eyes on when he asked. Sam would be across the table from me, rolling his eyes as he tried his best to hide a grin. Or when the three of us were in the car, Sam would sit in the back and start telling me to sit in the front. Really, Sam was the best wingman a girl could ask for when it came to forced close proximity.

I feel Dean's hand snake higher as the hum of the car stereo plays softly. "I'll be right back," he murmurs as he gets up, the pads of his fingers linger, almost not wanting to leave my skin as he walks over to the car. I can feel the stoking of flames in my soul as his hand leaves my thigh, too nervous to tell him to not leave but he comes back and sits down, placing a gift bag in my lap, tissue paper coming out at every angle over the top. It couldn't have been any bigger than my hand. "Happy 18th," he says as his hands clap together, waiting for me to open it. I opened my mouth to protest but he spoke before I could. "I know, you said not to get anything, but I couldn't help myself. I saw this and thought of you."

I chuckle as I mutter a small thank you then start pulling away the tissue paper. My eyes widen as I pull out the rectangular plastic casing, a grin plastering over my lips as I immediately jump into his lap, my arms wrapping around his neck as I look at the cassette in my hands behind him. "And you knew me well enough to get me this," I hum as I pull back, placing a kiss on his forehead. I feel his hands splayed on my stomach and back as I look down at him.