#happy birthday deano!

[florchids]

THIS IS SO CUTE IM GONNA SCREAM. kari happily blessing us with dad!dean

★ SUNSETS, SOMBREROS, & SURPRISES // birthday boy edition.

SYNOPSIS. you surprise dean with a getaway to mexico for his birthday, complete with heartfelt gifts, a sunset stroll, and life-changing news.

WARNING(S). birthday fluff | f!reader | implied sex | post-sex cuddles | alcohol consumption | heartfelt declarations of love I mild strong language I dean's fear of flying (related to S1 EP4 of supernatural).

-> if i missed a warning, please do let me know !

KARI'S NOTES. happy bday to baby boy <3 he deserves everything in the entire world, and i believe (in my head) he is very much alive + living his best life after giving up hunting because S15 never happened. anyway! i hope u enjoy this, which was just sitting there in my notes all day <333

DEAN WINCHESTER'S birthday had always been a quiet affair—if it was celebrated at all. most years, it was just a beer, maybe a piece of pie if he was lucky, and maybe sam would remember to say something. it wasn't that he didn't appreciate the effort when it happened; it just wasn't something he was used to. birthdays were just days, right? another year older, another year spent fighting the good fight.

but this year, you weren't having it.

you'd been planning this trip for weeks, keeping everything under wraps as best as you could. it wasn't easy; dean had a way of sniffing out surprises, especially when it came to you. but somehow, you managed to keep him in the dark.

so when you told him—casually, over breakfast—that you had booked a trip for the two of you, his fork froze halfway to his mouth.

"a trip?" he repeated, brows furrowing.

you smiled, taking a sip of your coffee. "yep. two weeks, just you and me. no cases, no monsters, no bunker. just… us."

he gave you a suspicious look. "where?"

"mexico," you said, watching his reaction carefully.

dean blinked. "mexico?"

"mexico," you confirmed, grinning.

he set his fork down, leaning back in his chair. "and how exactly are we getting there? because i know baby's not built for that kinda trip."

you tried not to laugh. "we're flying."

his face immediately twisted into a grimace. "oh, hell no."

"dean—"

"nope. not happening. i'm not getting on a plane."

you sighed, reaching across the table to take his hand. "you survived it once, didn't you? besides, this isn't a hunt. it's a vacation. you have me with you the whole time, and i promise, nothing's gonna happen."

he stared at you, his jaw clenching like he was trying to come up with another excuse. but you gave him that look—the one that always made him cave—and he finally sighed, muttering, "fine. but if i die, i'm haunting your ass."

you laughed, squeezing his hand. "deal."

the flight itself was… tense. dean was on edge the entire time, gripping the armrests like the plane was about to fall out of the sky. you spent most of the flight holding his hand, rubbing soothing circles into his palm, and distracting him with small talk. by the time you landed, he seemed a little less tense, but he still muttered something about never doing this again as you grabbed your bags.

but once you stepped outside and felt the warm sun on your face, all of his complaints seemed to melt away. the two of you made your way to the hotel, checked in, and by the time you reached your room, dean was actually beaming.

the room was beautiful—large windows overlooking the ocean, a king-sized bed, and a balcony where you could hear the waves crashing in the distance. it was perfect.

"damn, sweetheart," dean said, dropping his bag and whistling low. "you really went all out, huh?"

"only the best for you, birthday boy," you teased, wrapping your arms around his waist from behind.

he turned in your arms, pulling you close. "you didn't have to do all this."

"i wanted to," you said simply, standing on your tiptoes to kiss him.

the rest of the evening you both spent it enjoying each other. after some steamy sex that left both of you tangled in the sheets, you laid together, the warm breeze from the open balcony door cooling your skin. dean had an arm draped over you, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on your shoulder as you rested your head on his chest.

"this is nice," he murmured, his voice low and content.

"yeah," you agreed, your fingers brushing over the ridges of his abs.

you had two surprises planned for him, but you decided to start with the one you knew he'd love.

the next evening, after a lazy morning spent in bed and a quick swim in the hotel pool, you and dean got ready to head out to a restaurant you'd researched weeks ago.

dean had noticed you staying up late in the bunker, your laptop open and your brow furrowed in concentration. he'd assumed it was for a hunt, maybe some research sam had roped you into. but now, he realized it had all been for this.

as you stepped into the restaurant, dean was immediately greeted by a group of staff who placed a large, brightly decorated sombrero on his head. you'd called ahead, asking if they could do something special for his birthday, and they'd certainly delivered.

he looked ridiculous, but the grin on his face was worth it.

"you planned this too?" he asked, glancing at you as he adjusted the sombrero.

"of course," you said, smiling. "it's your birthday, baby. i wanted it to be special."

the two of you spent the evening laughing, eating some of the best food dean had ever tasted, and him having a few drinks. you even ordered for him in spanish, your fluency leaving him both impressed and—if the look in his eyes was anything to go by—more than a little turned on.

"damn," he said after you helped him pronounce something on the menu. "never thought i'd find spanish sexy, but here we are."

you laughed, shaking your head. "glad i could surprise you."

later, as the two of you walked along the beach, the sun dipping below the horizon in a blaze of orange and pink, dean seemed more relaxed than you'd seen him in years. he was barefoot, his flip-flops dangling from his fingers, and his other hand was firmly clasped in yours.

you wore a long white summer dress, the fabric fluttering in the breeze, and dean couldn't stop stealing glances at you.

"you look beautiful, darlin'," he said softly, giving your hand a gentle squeeze.

you smiled, your cheeks warming. "you don't look so bad yourself, my love."

when you reached a pair of deck chairs, you both sat down, dean immediately pulling his closer to yours. his hands rested on your thighs, his touch warm and grounding as he stared out at the ocean.

you took the opportunity to pull out the first gift—a small envelope with his name written on the front in your neat cursive.

"what's this?" he asked, raising an eyebrow as you handed it to him.

"open it and find out," you said, grinning.

he carefully tore it open, pulling out the letter and saw tickets inside. his eyes widened as he read the letter, and by the time he got to the tickets, his jaw had dropped.

"no fucking way," he breathed, staring at the words 'Metallica VIP' printed on the tickets.

"yes way," you said, laughing.

"you're serious?" he asked, looking at you like he couldn't believe it.

"dead serious. we're going as soon as we get back."

he was quiet for a moment, his eyes misting over as he looked back at the tickets. then he set them down and pulled you into his arms, kissing you all over your face.

"you're amazing, baby," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion.

you laughed, brushing a tear from his cheek. "you deserve it, dean. you deserve everything."

he shook his head, his smile soft. "i don't know what i did to deserve you."

you leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. "you're you. that's enough."

after a moment, you pulled back, reaching behind you for the second gift.

"there's one more thing," you said, your voice growing a little shaky.

dean frowned slightly, his brows furrowing. "what more could you possibly—"

you held out the pregnancy test, your hands trembling slightly.

"i'm pregnant, baby," you said softly, your eyes searching his face.

for a moment, he just stared at you, his mouth opening and closing like he was trying to find the right words. then a slow smile spread across his face, and he let out a choked laugh.

"you're serious?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

you nodded, tears streaming down your face. "yeah. i'm serious."

he let out a shaky breath, pulling you into his arms and spinning you around. you squealed, clinging to him as he laughed, his joy infectious.

when he finally set you down, he cupped your face in his hands, pressing a kiss to your forehead, your nose, and finally your lips.

"thank you," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "thank you for… everything."

you smiled, resting your forehead against his. "happy birthday, my love."

that night, you celebrated with champagne — he drank one for you and himself — laughter, and the quiet promise of a future filled with love.

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[seidenapfel]

2024 in Review

In 2024, I posted 17 fics, ranging from 334 to 27,731 words. Although I feel I joined too many bangs this year, only six fics were bang collabs. Addionally, there were eight art collabs as well. I haven't counted the art pieces, though. However, it probably felt that much because there are nine collabs I'm currently working on for 2025. So, if you like my fics and art, please subscribe to me on AO3 for fics and art, and/or follow me on Tumblr.

Making a List, Checking it Twice (Rated: E | Word Count: 1,369)

Summary: Dean forgets a naughty list in the kitchen. There's only one person/angel who can have found it.

The year started smutty with my first fic for the 12 Days of Smutmas.

Heating Up a Snow Cave (Rated: E | Word Count: 2,907)

Summary: Caught in a blizzard, Cas and Dean have to find a way to warm each other up.

My second fic for the 12 Days of Smutmas.

You Ain't Him (Rated: T | Word Count: 840)

Summary: “Dean?” Dean winced. No. It couldn’t be. His entire body started to tingle as the gravel voice vibrated through him. A voice he thought he would never hear again. This wasn’t happening. He was gone. He was—

A little birthday fic for Dean Winchester.

Books, Pies, and Roommates (Rated: E | Word Count: 27,731)

Summary: Everything seemed easy when Castiel landed a job in Lawrence as a literature professor at KU. He even found a place to stay with his cousin in Topeka. But the daily commute quickly gets on his nerves and he begins looking for a room in town. When he finally lucks out on a house, it comes with a catch. His mysterious landlord/housemate works and lives in Topeka during the week, and will only be at home for the weekend while Castiel is back at his cousin’s to honor a promise he made. When Dean walks into his favorite pie shop, the new sales assistant takes his breath away. Steve is gorgeous, and part of the owner’s family. Dean doesn’t even mind that he picks up Gabriel’s stupid moniker for him. After all, Deano has one syllable more, and Dean will do anything to hear Steve’s voice just a little bit longer. Though, as breathtaking Steve might be, he isn't Angel. If only Dean's book-loving best friend weren't a mystery in himself — a guy who Dean has only met online, but who has slowly taken his heart away. And it seems that Dean isn't alone in his feelings. When the lines blur and fantasies merge three guys into one, disappointment and heartbreak seem to be inevitable.

Pinefest ( @deancaspinefest ) is always one of the highlights of the year and this year @kitshay claimed my fic and created some beautiful pieces. Besides, I had a great time writing this two-person love hexagon.

Maybe not yet, but eventually (Rated: T | Word Count: 1,032)

Summary: Screaming, Dean wakes from a nightmare, trapped inside his memories.

This is the first of several time stamps this year. This one was for my 2021 DCBB fic Maybe not a comedy (according to Jack), but he likes the happy ending that can be read as a standalone.

Setting Sail (Rated: T | Word Count: 334)

Summary: 1805: Nodding at Lieutenant Davies and Midshipman Alfie, and leaving command with Lieutenant Hester, Castiel walks towards his cabin when he sees him.

Another timestamp, this time for my 2022 Regency Big Bang fic Forty Shillings on the Drum. Written for the Tumblr May Trope Mayhem. Can be read as standalone.

Maybe not magnificent, but damn awesome (Rated: T | Word Count: 1,137)

Summary: Movie nights aboard the Impala have become something of a routine after they reunited Sam with his family on Terra. Once a week, Charlie picks some classic movie from back in the days, and their little found family comes together in the living room.

Timestamp number three, once again for my 2021 DCBB fic Maybe not a comedy (according to Jack), but he likes the happy ending. Another entry for the May Trop Mayhem. Should work as standalone.

Filling the Empty Space in My Heart (Rated: T | Word Count: 5,035)

Summary: After Cas let himself be taken by the Empty, Dean's life continues in a blur. Only Jack keeps him going, who has turned himself into an actual four-year-old boy after defeating Chuck and giving up the majority of his powers to stabilise Heaven. However, Dean knows he isn't good enough to raise a nephil. Jack needs his dad. And there might be one way to bring him back. Even if it leads Dean back to Hell, and beyond.

Inspired by an art piece for the DCRB 2024 where I ended up empty handed, and written for the Profound Bond Gift Exchange as a gift for @thecadenceimperfect. With art by me. I later wrote a smutty timestamp as well called:

A Place to Stay (Rated: E | Word Count: 3,157)

Summary: After getting back from the Empty, Dean’s entire body tingled, too edgy for his skin. He barely paid attention to the others and couldn’t stop fidgeting since he had returned to the library and joined them once again at the table. Cas’ presence was electric, pulling him into its orbit. Dean felt it in every fibre of his being as he slumped down on the chair next to him. Echoes of Grace pulsed through him, and for the first time since Cas pulled that stupid stunt and let himself be swallowed by the Empty, Dean felt alive.

TFW 2.0: Siren Adventures (Rated: E | Word Count: 4,727)

Summary: After Charlie and Sam's plan to save Cas and Dean goes sideways, Charlie doesn't give up. There must be another way. When she finds help in an unsual ally, the future is suddenly starting to look brighter.

My Crack in the Chassis catch ( @crack-in-the-chassis ) for @notreallyaroad 's fic TFW: Just Add Water. At first, I claimed for art, but due to the special kind of bang, we agreed for me to write an alternate ending / fix-it as well.

A Part of Me Shall Still Remain (Rated: T | Word Count: 6,918)

Summary: In 1805 Commander Castiel returns home after long years at sea. The Battle of Trafalgar has left him a broken man. For years, he shuns society and withdraws to his estate, until a scandal involving Sir Castiel’s disgraced cousin and a young noblewoman shakes the ballrooms of London and Bath. It introduces him to a doomed woman, who not only does approve of his deepest secrets, but who also does give birth to a child that will alter the commander’s life forever.

My fic for the Dadstiel Bang ( @dadstielminibang ) with stunning art by @twinone1221. This fic is set in the verse of my 2022 Regency Big Bang fic Forty Shillings on the Drum, but can be read as standalone. I had two other collabs for the Dadstiel Bang, both art.

Everlasting Fall (Rated: E | Word Count: 3,136)

Summary: Tendrils of Grace trickled from Dean’s fingers as his hand ghosted along Castiel’s flank. Gasping, Castiel shivered and Dean smiled. “You like that?” Stripped of their combined Grace for the night, Castiel gives himself over to Dean, ready to be taken apart.

Another timestamp because after demon and angel smut, I wanted to write some Grace kink. Set in my Calming the Weather verse.

That's Purrfect (Rated: T | Word Count: 1,262)

Summary: Castiel would do anything for him. He would level entire civilisations for Dean Winchester, or dress as a cat — it didn’t matter as long as Dean was happy.

Another Halloween fic to add to my annual tradition, and the only fic I managed to write for Suptober this year.

Highly Professional (Rated: E | Word Count: 25,565)

Summary: On his first day of college, Dean feels like a fish out of water. After years of working his ass off with several jobs at once to fund his brother’s studies, his family and friends have decided to pay him back. That’s how he finds himself panicking in the lecture hall. Thankfully, a fellow student distracts him. She promptly becomes a good friend, and Dean has no idea how badly he will need her. The moment he lays eyes on his physics professor, Dean is lost. Castiel Novak seems like the man of his dreams. And when the professor’s son appears from under the podium, several lives take an unsuspected turn.

My fic collab for the DCBB 2024 with wonderful art by @sasanka-27. I started this fic for the Dadstiel Bang, but changed it for the one I ended up with.

Your Own Personal Heaven (Rated: T | Word Count: 3,004)

Summary: After arriving in Heaven, Dean's nursing a beer in the crowded and snowed-in Roadhouse when the door opens and Cas enters. Crowding him, Dean makes out with him in front of everyone present, believing that he is stuck in his personal Heaven and none of it is real.

I haven't shared this Christmas fic on Tumblr before because I was too busy with bang collabs and the holidays. Inspired by a prompt by @macy2me.

It's a Stabby Life (Rated: T | Word Count: 4,370)

Summary: Dean Smith’s life as Director of Sales and Marketing at Sandover seems perfect. If there weren’t the dreams, and his new colleague. When he runs into Castiel and accidentally stabs him with a knife in the cafeteria, the guy walks away as if nothing happened. Maybe it didn’t and Dean is simply overworked. But then it happens again, and again, and Dean’s perfect life slowly falls to pieces.

The first of two fics for @deancas-stabfest. @arlington-chamber-of-gay claimed it an created beautiful pieces for the stabs. I had never written Dean Smith before, so this was really fun.

Gonna Find Out Who's Naughty or Nice (Rated: T | Word Count: 8,859)

Summary: During a case involving an entire coven of witches, Dean tries on a Santa hat. Nothing seems wrong, until he can’t remove the hat. Jingles start following his every step while his body changes. Slowly at first, then faster and faster, until he can’t hide it any longer from Sam and Castiel: Dean is transforming into Santa, and there seems to be no way back.

My Stabfest collab number two is the last fic for this year. This time, I claimed a wonderful art piece by @masoenart. It was the second collab with @masoena this year after our collab for the Midam Bang during the summer where our roles were reversed. One reader called this fic Christmas horror. I just had a lot of fun writing it.

Art Collabs

(you find the links to the fics when you follow the links to the art, either on AO3 or Tumblr)

Destiel Pinefest 2024: Art for 'Given to Fly' by MittenWraith, colalb with @mittensmorgul [art on Tumblr]

Bottom Cas Big Bang 2023/2024: Art for 'Raising Kids, Finding Love, the Family Business' by Mydestielbabies_67, collab with @spnisthewayoflife [art on Tumblr]

Dadstiel Mini Bang 2024: Art for 'Make a Wish' by Avonlady, collab with @avonlady42 [art on Tumblr]

Art for 'Always Memorable' by golbygloom, collab with @golby-moon [art on Tumblr]

Crack in the Chassis 2024: Art for 'TFW: Just Add Water' by notreallyaroad, collab with @notreallyaroad [art on Tumblr]

Midam Bang 2024: Art for 'Breaking Light — A Future Earned' by Masoena, collab with @masoena [art on Tumblr]

DCBB 2024: Art for 'Marriage of Heaven, Hell & Humanity' by draechaeli, collab with @draechaeli [art on Tumblr]

Stabfest 2024: Art for 'Monsters and Men' by FriendofCarlotta, collab with @friendofcarlotta [art on Tumblr]

Over the summer, I also posted several sketches I drew in my sketchbook.

And I posted some photos taken at PurCon which ended up my most shared posts of the year.

[starlightofthesky]

Happy 45th birthday deano 💚

Old man lol

[2shuang]

My fanvids

[britchell/kifi] 余恨

https://www.tumblr.com/2shuang/666306738375589888/hmmmmmaybe-ill-try-to-use-an-english-song?source=share

[Dean] [Mark] Crazy in love

https://www.tumblr.com/2shuang/669274859226988544/got-me-looking-so-crazy-right-now-happy-birthday?source=share

[britchell] Take me to church

https://www.tumblr.com/2shuang/681663464791588864/britchell-take-me-to-church?source=share

[Aidan] La gloire à mes genoux

https://www.tumblr.com/2shuang/687496949067317248/aidan-turner-la-gloire-%C3%A0-mes-genoux-happy?source=share

[britchell]  L’assasymphonie

https://www.tumblr.com/2shuang/694961729499791360/a-very-short-video-of-britchell-and-anders-is-dead?source=share

[Dean] [characters from 1990~2021] While your lips are still red

https://www.tumblr.com/2shuang/702408793797148672/dean1990-2021-while-your-lips-are-still?source=share

[Dean] [Anders/Will] Tatoue-moi

https://www.tumblr.com/2shuang/703756985251840000/anderswill-tatoue-moi-made-a-new-video-about?source=share

[Durin’s folk] Home

https://www.tumblr.com/2shuang/708744509177151488/durins-folk-warning-bgm-is-a-chinese-song?source=share

[the hobbit] [kili central] Sunny cheerful puppy

https://www.tumblr.com/2shuang/712336038256951296/sunny-cheerful-big-puppy-warning-a?source=share

[Dean] Bad guy

https://www.tumblr.com/2shuang/712081767901872128/deano-bad-guy-bgm-bad-guy-a-really-really-short?source=share

[Dean] [Fili/Anders] 1874

https://www.tumblr.com/2shuang/713358876625502208/dean-filianders-1874-relationship?source=share

[Fiki/brichell/darkhawk/many Aidan/Dean] it’s never consuming me

https://www.tumblr.com/2shuang/722500980489486336/fikibritchelldarkhawkmany-aidandean-the?source=share

[Thorin Stonehelm/Fili/Kili] [Billy/Mitchell/Anders] Dynasty

https://www.tumblr.com/2shuang/742392816223846400/thorin-stonehelmfilikili?source=share

[Dean] Without him

https://www.tumblr.com/2shuang/742390301064298496/dean-without-him?source=share

[astudyinfreewill]

happy birthday deano!!!!!

✨ a perfect all-american bitch ✨

happy birthday to THEE all-american bitch, dean winchester!!! 💘

this vision literally came to me as soon as i listened to guts... it was a long road getting here but i'm glad i was able to get this done by the best boy's bday 🫡

[ youtube link ]

[deansleathercoat]

Giving dean birthday pats lol happy birthday deano!! Been through hell ( literally lmfao ) and back

STOP THE DATELINE IN THE BACK

[s11e17]

s/o to jackles truly unhinged dean bday post. he's OUR imaginary friend

[youre-only-gay-once]

happy birthday little deano whose misery is increasing

dissapointing, i thought you were really being supportive of dean, i didn't know you were being mean bc you hate men :(

i personally increase his misery every time a man pisses me off <3

[dearestdaffodils]

Happy birthday, Dean Winchester. I just know that you would listen to Surface Pressure from Encanto on repeat

[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 :’)

[impala67-aka-baby]

[elementaldoughnut12]

Lazy Birthday

*don't steal this or I'm sending the doughnut gods on you also happy birthday Seth Rollins!!*

Seth Rollins woke up to something heavy laying on his chest. "What the fuck is laying on me and why does it smell like my frosted coconut body gel?" Seth thought to himself. He looked down and saw it was just his husband of twenty years, Dean Ambrose. He always thought that Dean looked adorable when he slept even after when he cut his hair and bulked up. Unfortunately, he didn't like when Dean drooled on his chest and it made the hair on his chest all matted and sticky, not to mention how Dean puts all his weight on him and it feels like Seth has an elephant laying on him. Seth didn't care though because it was worth waking up every morning with the man who made his life very interesting.

Gently, Seth tried to push Dean off him so they can get ready to meet Roman later for Seth's birthday brunch. His action only led to Dean whining and pulling Seth to him and putting him in a vice-like grip. "Deano come on! We gotta get ready or Roman will blow his gasket!" Seth says while trying to escape his husbands tight hold. "It's your birthday, why do you wanna go eat some fancy fucking omelet?" Dean says, his voice still groggy from sleep. "Cause Roman wanted to plan something a little special for my birthday and I don't want him thinking we ditched his ass like his family did" Seth says out of pity for their brother.

"Well, I'm giving you the first part of your birthday present from me and that's laying in bed with your sexy dilf husband" Dean says while slowly grinding his dick on Seth's crotch. "We don't even have kids yet you're calling yourself a dilf?" Seth laughs at his husbands pouting face. "Also don't start grinding on me because then I'll have to fuck you senseless and then we'll be super late" Seth says while pushing Dean's hips away.

"Can we just stay in bed an hour or two more please Sethie?" Dean says with puppy dog eyes. Seth sighs and pulls Dean close to him and kisses his forehead. "Fine, we can stay in bed a bit more Dean or should I call you Mox since you change your fucking name every time you post on twitter" Seth says while laughing at his husbands death glare. "If you don't fucking stop, I'm gonna give you the second part of your birthday present" Dean says seriously. "Oh and what's that my sadistic angel from hell?" Seth asks feigning innocence. "A birthday blowjob from yours truly" Dean says confidently with a seductive grin. "Well babe I'm excited for that but first, let's finish our cuddle session you desperately wanted to spend with me" Seth says fondly at Dean. Dean huffs and kisses Seth deeply, "Happy birthday Seth, I fucking love you" he says happily. Seth kisses Dean passionately which makes Dean moan a little. "With you here sweetheart, this makes it the best birthday ever and I love you with all my heart" Seth says while Dean falls back asleep. Seth looks down at their wedding bands with fondness and admiration. He can text Roman later about why they're late, but for right now he's gonna spend his birthday with the love of his life that stole his heart all those years ago. With that being acknowledged, Seth goes back to sleep with the best gift he's ever received.

[waywrdang3l]

Gifs of Dean Winchester because I miss him

Feel free to add on

[i-am-pinkie]

Happy birthday Deano! 🎉🎀🎂🎊🎁

[Dean O'Gorman] Without him

"I will never find a better man."

I'm so sorry that it's semi-finished. (I was too busy for searching a job so I had no time to finish it before Dean's birthday... But I will finish it! )

And happy birthday Deanヾ(๑╹◡╹)ﾉ"

[ellayuki]

24012021

Supernatural, Destiel 

Happy birthday, Dean!

~

"You know, I never thought I'd get to this age," Dean says, eyes closed in contentment. "Always thought I'd die young."

Cas hums quietly, face smushed into Dean's neck. "Good thing you were wrong."

He's right, Dean supposes. It is a good thing I was wrong. Damn, I'm one lucky sonuvabitch.

"Happy birthday to me," he murmurs and pulls Cas close, presses a kiss to his hair. "Happy birthday to me." 

Cas giggles, nuzzles closer. "Mhm, happy birthday to you. Many a happy birthdays to you, hopefully."

"You saying I'm accident-prone or something'?" Dean huffs, good-natured.

Cas shrugs. "Or something."

[morrisonmanning]

My dad made apple crumble pie yesterday for National Pie Day. I had a piece with way too much whipped cream on it for breakfast in honour of the best boy. I’ve been reading anyone’s wonderfully soft birthday fics, listening to a bunch of Dean playlists on Spotify and watching a bunch of videos. Happy 42nd, my dude. ❤️