Story Title: Birthday Gift

Summary: Dean receives a special birthday gift.

Disclaimer: Supernatural and its characters are not mine. Just the ideas and the mayhem they bring.


Chapter 01: What Are We Going to Get?

Word Count: 260

A/N: This story is based on the challenge word 'wrench'.

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After a week at Bobby's in recuperation from a particularly difficult hunt, when a panicked realization came about as Dean one day suddenly made an announcement.

It was his birthday. The resounding reaction:

What were they going to get him?

Bobby, John and Sam were standing in the kitchen quietly discussing that very thing, when they heard the booted steps heralding Dean's arrival. As he descended the stairs and entered the room, the three went as silent. Dean looked at them in suspicion, Suspicious, it was apparent to
Dean that he had walked in on a discussion they did not want him to hear. His first inclination was to think that it might be about some kind of party idea, but there was a nagging little voice in the back of his mind that said he was wrong. That this was just like the times when he was younger and both Bobby and John would suddenly shut up when they would realize he had walked into a room. Back then, it was mostly about hunting matters, but occasionally it would be about who the boys would be foisted off onto this time while the older men went hunting. He was now old enough to be out on his own for crying out loud. Still, the thought hurt and it left Dean with a brief, searing sense of loneliness and longing.

Embarrassed by his weakness, Dean shook his head slightly, unnerved by the uncomfortable sensation. As he stepped closer toward the now shifting trio, he quickly regained his usual charming self.

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A/N: Okay, I know I'm extremely late, but this was indeed originally intended to be posted on the 24th for Dean's birthday; however, it somehow got lost in the literary disaster known as the primary drive I use for storage. *Thunks head into hands* Believe me when I say that if I knew exactly how this egregious oversight occurred, I would have corrected it then and there.

Original A/N: It's January 24 once again and in tribute to the birth of our beloved Dean Winchester I, Anya Magera, grant you all a gift; a new story! (And the fun part is that it's also mine b-day as well.)