for energybar } { happy birthday, dean winchester

[hasperkynipples]

Tuesday is this loser's birthday:



And instead of doing a post in all his verses because that would take forever, we're consolidating them here, to be linked to their appropriate verses as we see fit. Good times.

ON YOUR MARK, GET SET, GO.

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IDK we'll figure it out

[evilslutvampire]

[Knock three times on the car window if you want Dean.

And who wouldn't? It's his birthday, after all.

Rise and shine to the grinning face of that chick who just won't leave you alone.]

[hasperkynipples]

[where's that pipe for him to knock on for no?

Regardless, his eyes will blink blearily open, before he groans and rolls the window down]

What do you want?

[evilslutvampire]

You really should learn to be more polite, Dean. Especially those who come bearing gifts.

[Cue the producing of a cupcake with a little unlit candle on top.]

[hasperkynipples]

[eyebrow raise]

What's that for?

[evilslutvampire]

Don't tell me you've forgotten your own birthday.

[hasperkynipples]

... Is that today?

[evilslutvampire]

January twenty-fourth.

[Out comes the lighter. As soon as the candle has its flame, she reaches through the window to offer him his cupcake.]

Make a wish.

[hasperkynipples]

[takes the cupcake from her with a pause, before shrugging, and blowing out the candle]

Happy birthday to me.

[evilslutvampire]

Are you going to tell me what you wished for?

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[doppelicious]

[And now for a doppelganger of another century.]

Happy birthday!

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[hasperkynipples]

[smiles a bit at that]

Thanks, sweetheart.

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[doppelicious]

You're welcome. Any plans?

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[hasperkynipples]

Not really. We're not really one for celebrating.

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[doppelicious]

You don't celebrate your birthday?

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[hasperkynipples]

Never really had the time or the people. I mean, maybe I'd go out and get laid, but that wasn't really different than any other night.

[Dean Winchester: King of Too Much Information.]

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[doppelicious]

[Wow, that's...really not the answer she expects to get from a guy almost twice her age.

Ric sure is a magnet for guys with no filter.]

No cake?

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[hasperkynipples]

I've always been more of a pie guy.

WWB

[straydogsandnakedguys]

[How does one celebrate the birthday of their not-quite-boyfriend?

Lois has no clue, but she's gonna try.

Pie is a must, but she's not risking doing it herself, not this soon in their almost-relationship. She gives Clark a ring and manages to talk him into the baking, even though it's clear he doesn't approve of the guy it's being baked for. (Simmer down, Smallville, she's a big girl.)

Now she just has to wake up the birthday boy. Kisses, maybe? She'll try that.]

[hasperkynipples]

[Mmmmm, kissing. Dean shifts a bit, sliding an arm around her waist to pull her closer]

[straydogsandnakedguys]

[Yes, kisses are good, so good that she almost forgets what she was trying to do. But she does pull back eventually.]

I got you something.

[hasperkynipples]

[eyebrows go up a bit at that]

It's not even my birthday.

[Oh, Dean.]

[straydogsandnakedguys]

[Wow. Way to go, Chevy.]

Actually, it is.

[hasperkynipples]

[frowns]

What?

[shifts next to her and reaches for his phone to check the date]

I'll be damned.

[straydogsandnakedguys]

How do you forget your birthday?

[hasperkynipples]

[takes a deep breath and leans back against the bed]

We never really celebrated. I just usually added another year in January and that was it.

[Winchesters also have really shitty birthday luck.]