Disclaimers: Nope, they're not mine.
He usually only did this alone, but after everything that happened, Dean knew he couldn't. Not this year. Not so soon after their Dad turned up missing. He took a deep breath opened the motel room door.
Sam looked up. "What's that?"
"Cake, popcorn, and a movie."
"Um, okay, random," Sam replied. He reached over to pick up the DVD Dean put on the table. "Dude, seriously? You like this movie?"
Dean nodded but didn't say a word as he set about opening the container of ice cream. He was suddenly transported to another time...
"When's the movie gonna start?"
Mary laughed at her three year old's excitement. He could hardly sit still as he waited for his first movie theater experience to begin. Before she could reply, John sank into the seat next to him, popcorn in hand.
"Just relax, Dean," he replied. "It'll be starting soon."
Dean had been mesmerized by the sheer size of the screen and was even more mesmerized by the movie itself. By the time it was over, he was bouncing off the walls excitedly.
"That was a great movie, Mom!"
"I'm glad you liked it."
"Can we get ice cream now?" he asked, eyes shining.
John smiled. "Sure thing, Sport," he replied, sweeping his son onto his shoulders.
The worried voice brought him back to reality. "Sammy?"
"Yeah. You okay, man? You spaced out for a minute and you're crying."
Dean reached up to wipe the tears from his eyes. What the hell? He thought to himself. He certainly didn't remember doing that. "Be back in a minute."
Sam waited patiently for his brother. When Dean came back he still had that sad expression on his face. "Dean?"
"It's Mom's birthday."
"What?" Of all the things Sam was expecting, that wasn't one of them. He glanced at the date on his watch. June 20th. How could he have missed it?
"E.T. was the first movie I ever saw on the big screen. It was the last too," he said, staring at the DVD case. "Mom wanted to spend a lot of time with me and Dad without having to be in a theater where we couldn't talk. Where I couldn't run around, ya know?
"We went to Florida, Disney World, you name it. Anyway every once in awhile I heard Dad ask why, not that he minded spending time with us, but he was confused as to why she wanted to do everything right away."
Dean paused, sinking onto the edge of his bed. "She ever say?" Sam asked, sitting across from his brother.
"If she did I never heard. Maybe she knew something was about to happen. Either way the minute you were, well you know..."
"Dude, don't say that!"
"Hey, you wouldn't be here if they hadn't!"
Dean glared at Sam. "I know that but I don't need a mental picture here! Besides I'm giving you a friggin' chick flick moment is that not enough?"
"Sorry," Sam said, not sounding the least bit. "Go ahead."
"This is something I do every year for her birthday. Usually I do it by myself because Dad was either on a hunt or drunk on this day."
It was Sam's turn to look sad. "What about me? Didn't you think I'd want to honor her in some way too?"
"I'm sure you do, Sammy, but this was one of those things I shared with her. And I... I just didn't think you'd understand."
"I do, Dean."
"I know. That's why I'm telling you about this and that's why I watch E.T." Dean again glared at Sam. "However if you tell anyone I will kick your ass so hard you'll end up in Canada!"
Sam chuckled. "Message received, Dean."
The brothers popped the DVD into Sam's laptop, each grabbing a beer and the popcorn. As the movie started, Dean smiled his first real smile in a long time. "Happy Birthday, Mom."