#happy 42nd birthday Dean

[rpsocsandcanonohmy]

Armand bounced with excitement. Dean had decorated the restaurant the best he could. They definitely had better resources now that things were clearing up, but it was still somewhat limited. Armand had made all of Cordi and Sam's favorites, and he was pretty sure that the twins helped Abby bake a cake for them. John had gone on a run recently, and had come back with the best gifts he could scrounge up, including some cheesy Hallmark cards for the family to present to them. Now, more than ever, it was important to celebrate the days they had together. Birthdays were important. He set all the gifts and cards out on one table, while Armand made sure another table was set for the whole family to come together for a meal and cake.

Armand had managed to get Sam and Cordell to join him at the restaurant, where the twins were waiting under the table. The moment Sam and Cordi entered, the toddlers jumped out and shouted "Surprise!" with glee.

Dean and Armand waited more patiently, despite Armand's excitement. "Happy birthday!" they said in unison. (okay, okay, I know this is probably technically their like, 42nd birthday or something bc future, but I just loved the idea of the babies just being so excited for their dad and uncle's birthday.)

Sam and Cordell probably should've known something was up when John sent them on a security check on the far side of the compound, given what the date was. But, to be honest, with everything the way it was, neither of them had been expecting a birthday celebration. Sam had never really had a proper birthday (nor had he ever asked for one) and Cordell stopped caring around his 30th (though Emily had always made an effort). With a literal zombie apocalypse going on, neither of them thought that their birthday would be a priority.

So coming into the restaurant to find a surprise party set up for them was a shock to say the least.

"Wow..." Cordell picked up one of the twins. "You guys went all out..."

"You didn't have to," Sam said.

[pinknatural]

my first spn fic i wrote was for dean's 42nd birthday so happy 2 year anniversary of me writing spn fics

[justjensenanddean]

Happy Birthday Dean Winchester, 24 January, 1979 (S1-S15)!!!

p.s In this house, ep 15.20 doesn’t exist, Dean is out there, living his best life 💖 

[castielscarma]

Surprise

Happy Birthday, Dean! I wrote a fluffy ficlet (1.5k R: ga) https://archiveofourown.org/works/28945221 Dean rises from sleep slowly as the voices come to him. His sleep-adled brain is still trying to process what's happening and for a quick second, his hand goes to the gun near his bed, when Eileen walks into his room singing. Dean relaxes. Eileen carries a cake and her face is illuminated by the candles that cast a soft glow in the morning hours. A tiny party hat sits on top of her fiery hair. She makes space and Sam enters. He too wears a hat, taller than Eileen's, as if he needed the extra height. His voice blends with Eileen's and Dean would've lied if he said it was harmonious but it's a song nonetheless. Jack comes next, waving a tiny flag, and Dean smiles. He looks so happy; that's the only thing Dean's ever wanted for the kid. They stand in a semi-circle close to Dean's bed when the last person enters. Dean's heart constricts as he sees Cas. He carries a gift, something wrapped in paper but to Dean, Cas himself will always be the greatest gift. They end their happy birthday song on a note so high that it could break glass. “Happy Birthday, Dean,” Cas says softly and Dean swallows. Dean clears his throat. “You shouldn't have gone to such trouble. I'm a grown-ass man, I don't need all this.” Dean waves a hand at the cake and candles and blinks when he realizes that Jack is holding some balloons. “You haven't stopped smiling since we entered, Dean, now stop whining and blow out the candles,” Sam admonishes. Dean's smile turns bigger. “Jerk.” “Bitch.” Dean glances at Cas. His dark hair is perpetually disheveled, but it's alright. More often than not, Dean is now the reason for those locks being out of place. Taking a big breath, Dean is about to blow out the candles when Eileen backs away. “Stop! I just remembered, not yet!” Sam raises his eyebrows in understanding and nods. “I forgot. Yeah, raincheck on that, Dean. Just follow us instead.” Dean grabs a robe and puts it on. “What's all this now? Can't a guy just blow some candles and dig in? What kind of cake is it?” Cas walks up to Dean and gives him a quick kiss on the cheek. “All in due time. Happy birthday, Dean.” He smiles and looks so fucking happy that it almost pains Dean. “I love you.” Dean's heart swells. He grabs Cas' hand and kisses it before leaning in to give Cas a soft peek on the lips. “Love you too, Cas.” It's been months since everything ended. Chuck, the bastard, defeated, Cas rescued from the Empty, and Amara placed as the new high honcho of Heaven. She apparently had been doing some remodeling and even Rowena had been up there for a meeting. Jack had said that they had come to an understanding about Hell and Purgatory, whatever the hell that meant. But if the ladies had agreed, Dean was not one to meddle. Dean realizes that Sam leads him to the kitchen. Usually, a small lamp is on but as he approaches, he can see that it's pitch black. The hair on the back of his neck rises in warning. He knows that he has nothing to fear but it's hard to dismiss years of hunter instinct. He stops at the entrance. Read the rest here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28945221

[morganofthefairies]

Answer to the Ultimate Question of Life, the Universe, and Everything

January 24, 1996

Dean’s hands shook as he rifled through the contents he’d found hidden behind the loose stone.  A bible… some letters… bingo!  He heard the ghosts of the nuns howl outside of the door as his fingers found the two locks of hair – one dark, one sandy brown.

The door rattled as he salted the hair before flicking on his lighter.  As it lit, his fingers slipped and he dropped the now-extinguished lighter onto the floor at his feet.  He picked it up before taking a deep breath to steady himself.  The nuns were still howling on the other side of the door when Dean finally lit the locks of hair.  As it burned, he heard one final cry before silence reigned.

Dean was still shaking when he collapsed against the wall of the mission.

This wasn’t how he had imagined spending his 17th birthday.

It had started out pretty good – he’d woken up to Sammy jumping on his motel bed, and then his dad had taken him shooting.  He never really got to celebrate his birthday, but this was the first one in years his dad was there for.

Then his dad had handed him a file and told him that he thought Dean was finally ready for his first solo hunt.  Something had churned uncomfortably in his belly – the feeling of joy at the approval from his dad clashing with the desire to just spend the day with his family – but he had swallowed down the disappointment and thanked John.

When he’d read over the research John had done, something cold had seeped into Dean’s blood.

He knows.  He knows.  He knows.  He knows.

He felt the words beat in his head with every pulse of blood in his ears.

Dean had forced what he hoped was a nonchalant smile onto his face and left the hotel.  He lifted a car – his dad insisted he needed the Impala himself – and took off for Riverton, Wyoming.

For a while, the hunt itself had blocked the panic Dean had felt earlier from rising to the surface.  Now, though, the nuns were gone and Dean was left with the pulsing in his ears.

He knows.  He knows.  He knows.  He knows.

Dean dug his teeth into his bottom lip, hoping the pain would ground him.  Where had he gone wrong?  He was so careful.  He knew his let his eyes wander a bit when it was just him and Sam, but when John was around he made sure to keep that shit locked down.

With shaking hands, he picked up the bible and the letters.  He knew he should burn them.  He knew that’s what John would want him to do – that he risked the nuns not really being gone if he didn’t burn them.  If John found out…

He flipped open the old bible and saw an inscription in beautifully looped cursive.

For my angel, Isabella.  Isaiah 43:4

-Anna

Without really thinking about it, Dean flipped to the passage and read the lines Anna had underlined.

Since you are precious and honored in my sight, and because I love you, I will give people in exchange for you, nations in exchange for your life.

Bile rose in Dean’s throat, and he realized with sort of a muted horror that he was crying.

It wasn’t fair.

He couldn’t do anything to stop the sob that bubbled up in his chest, and once it fell from his lips, it was as though a dam broke.  He sobbed – ugly and snotty and loud – until his eyes were red and swollen and his throat was scratchy.  He cried for Isabella and Anna, who died because they loved each other.  He cried for himself, because John knew and he was telling Dean how he felt about it without telling him.

When he finally quieted, and the sobs turned to hiccups and the hiccups turned to steady breaths, he put the letters back behind the loose stone, and he put the bible into his bag.

It was stupid, but he needed to remember.  He needed to remember Anna and Isabella, because they deserved someone to remember them, and he needed to remember that John had given him an answer without Dean having to ask the question.

So, Dean would remember, and he would bury that piece of him behind the stone with Anna and Isabella’s letters.

January 24th, 2021

As had become usual over the past few months, the first thing Dean became aware of when he woke was Cas’s arm wrapped tightly around his middle, pressing Dean’s back to the newly-human Cas’s front.  It still made Dean smile, and he pressed back against his boyfriend’s body, wanting to be as close as possible.

In his sleep, Cas made a little snuffling sound and pressed his forehead between Dean’s shoulders.  Dean closed his eyes once more, allowing himself the time to appreciate the warmth that blanketed him.

He was still getting used to waking up like this – warm and safe and loved, instead of jolting from sleep with his fingers wrapped around a gun – and he hoped he never stopped appreciating it.

He felt Cas stir behind him, and turned so their foreheads were pressed together.

“Good morning, sweetheart,” he murmured gently, pressing a kiss to the other man’s nose.

“Early,” Cas grumbled, burying himself further into Dean’s embrace.  Dean chuckled and nuzzled into Cas’s neck.  “Deeeeeaaaan,” Cas whined, and Dean couldn’t help but laugh at his adorable, grumpy boyfriend.

“I’ll go get us coffee,” Dean said, pressing a kiss to Cas’s cheek before pulling out of Cas’s arms.

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@kara-merlin

[lillylowe]

HAPPY FRIGGIN’ BIRTHDAY DEAN WINCHESTER!!!

[chocolatecakecas]

Dean Winchester's Birthday "Ficlet"

Cas tries so hard to make everything perfect for Dean's birthday, even though Dean claims he doesn't want to make a big deal. Jack makes him a homemade card and he helps Eileen draw a big birthday banner too, while Sam is on pizza pick up duty. Cas even tries to bake him a pie, but Cas can't bake for shit, so it's misshapen and somehow burned on the outside, but undercooked on the inside??? And Dean tears up when he turns on the lights in the kitchen and sees them all standing there yelling surprise, with the banner crookedly taped to the wall behind them and Cas holding a slightly charred pie with a couple lit candles shoved in it. And so they spend the night around the table laughing, sharing their favorite stories about Dean over a few beers, and Dean eats half of Cas' pie even though Cas insisted he didn't have to, ("Dean I'm not sure it's even edible") and he even makes a point to tell Cas how amazing it tastes, sealing his assurances with a kiss. 

And yeah, the pie is admittedly a bit of a mess, and Sam may have told that super embarrassing story about Dean when he was a teenager, and some of the letters are on the banner and Jack’s card are backwards (Eileen clearly let him have creative control), but as far as Dean's concerned, it's the most perfect birthday he's ever had.

(Happy 42nd Birthday Dean❤️)

[jensensgotyoudean]

Happy 42nd Birthday Dean Winchester (x)

[samdyke]

Do you know if there's a specific tag for Sam's birthday this weekend? I want to do a series of "live from the event" posts like with the weddings because that was a bunch of fun but want to make sure I'm contributing to the right place/know where to find other people posting about it.

i dont think there is a tag yet! maybe we could use sammy birthday sunday? or if anyone else has a tag set already, let me know :’)

[sad-trash-hobo]

Thinking about how 6 years ago today, I met Jensen Ackles at the Houston Supernatural Convention....

I was a little excited if you can't tell by my face ❤

[clickbaitcas]

The Answer to the Ultimate Question of Life, the Universe, and Everything; 42.

[donteverchxnge]

Y’ALL IN THE PILOT DEAN GOES “i’m 26 dude” AND TODAY HE’S 42 IDK I THINK THAT’S JUST WILD

[fish-ofishial]

okay but Dean’s birthday really is like a 36 hour celebration because of how time zones work, and honestly, i wouldn’t have it any other way

dean deserves the whole world 

and if we can give it to him for 36 hours, well, thats a win in my books

[castielscarma]

Two birthday poems for Dean

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28945401/chapters/71024241 First poem HOPE is 42 sentences and is GA The second poem DESPAIR under the cut is 42 words and is MCD (the barnscene in 15x20) HOPE A mother's love burns unconditional, until it turns into smoke that settles inside his lungs Its charcoal remains, a tired heart

They move like restless spirits the deep rumbling lulling him asleep He prefers it over paper walls, a room that stinks ghosts and monsters and the one who drinks

It's fleeting, this sense of peace that shatters as his brother leaves until he's dragged back, screaming. Voices that haunt him and restless dreaming

He knows about the unrest that walks the earth and duty is heavier than a mountain Pain, and blood and memories of Hell until that barn and Castiel, the angel that fell

And so it goes, from Famine and fake God to demon King and Purgatory, a place that felt pure a blade, a Mark and for his sense of nothingness, no cure And demons, possession, and God's twisted obsession

Nothing can stay, but slowly they gather family chosen out of blood, and trauma, and pain One step forward, a thousand steps back long is the journey, longer the fight

These urges he has to touch the moon it illuminates his very darkest corners it purifies the desolate heart, his heart opens slowly, something grows

Until the Nephilim comes, a seed born of mistrust the stark reminder of hope gone dead and he's there in his stead, when everything is ashes Ouroboros of pain, tail swallowed by head

Trapped in God's narrative, illusions of choice the love for them all, was his existence real? Then uttered with surety and despair in that voice We are and I love you, then everything goes

Determination of will and a staggering loss Knees on sharp gravel, longing that coils around his heart And Castiel emerges, scattered to the winds his grace On his lips, the highest truth, I love you too, to his blessed face

An angel that fell, and a man that rose with these last words, their story close

DESPAIR 42 is the meaning of life Dean read that in a library somewhere, a no-name town

The rebar in his back hurts less than regret

I love you too, Cas

42, the meaning of life Maybe that's why his ends

at 41

[anhappyfangirl]

Dean Winchester (birthday boy) 🥳

[chocolatecakecas]

Destiel going "canon again"??? What are you talking about it's already canon, Dean is literally making out with Cas, at his birthday party as we speak