#hbdsam

[ofkimtaehyung]

“my eyes are always on you. I love you.” - 🐯 to 🐰 (but also like, me to you)

happy birthday to the loml & soml samiya @jeonkimt ❤️

you are without a doubt one of the most beautiful genuine talented and wonderful people I’ve ever met. I’m thankful to you for brightening up my life and I hope your life is forever as bright and colorful and beautiful as your soul. may u have the best birthday ever surrounded only by love and friendship and joy, here’s some taekook for your soul! love you always. - Judy

[hello-babai-blog]

Sam ! 😃😃 #Hbdsam #sam #samantha #samanthaakkineni #hbdsamantha #happybirthdaysamantha #hbdsamanthaakkineni #chaysam #Hello_Babai https://www.instagram.com/hello_babai/p/BwyFKpYpfbJ/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=11cxpxkdif0ag

[warlordblade]

West Slabs and the Wildcat ridge all the way to Raymond for @sam.jewkes birthday. Just under ten hours total! Beautiful day with some stellar humans! #wmwranglers #hbdsam #ridgerunning #wildcat #westslabs #olympus #livelikezac #getoutside

[greatthingsinsidemybrain]

We celebrate digitally these days #hbdsam… We rejoice digitally as of late #hbdsam

[baiks]

The Tita game is strong in this one. #hbdsam (at Imperial Health & Spa)

[pablofabris]

#HBDSAM #Minovia #nosvamosdepaseo #siempreestareatulado #esnuetromesynonosimportanada #samandjp #Nopuedoconelamorquesientoporti

[castials]

May 2nd, 1983

[punkst]

thought i’d join in on sam’s birthday celebrations uwu 

Sam’s used to not having his birthday acknowledged.  

Sure, maybe he’ll get a celebratory clap on the shoulder from Dean, but that’s as far as it’ll go—after all, attaching expectations to something as meaningless as a day only makes room for him to be let down. That’s what his dad used to say, anyway. 

So when he wakes up, he’s not expecting much. Though, finding his arms empty, he can’t help but feel slightly disappointed that Gabriel chose today of all days to disappear off somewhere. 

With a sigh, Sam hauls himself out of bed. However, he doesn’t make it much farther than two steps before he’s tackled straight back onto it. 

"Sammo!" Gabriel says, straddling him. He glances over his shoulder briefly, the slightest hint of desperation in his expression. "Hey, kiddo!"

"Uh," replies Sam, staring up at Gabriel. "Hi?" He starts to move the archangel off himself, but then Gabriel’s grabbed his face and is kissing him.

"Let’s have sex," says Gabriel quickly, already trying to pull off Sam’s shirt. 

Sam makes a vague sound of protest and reluctantly tugs away. “I need to shower, Gabe.” 

Gabriel sniffs him. “You smell fine to me, and we haven’t had morning sex in a while, but okay—we can just cuddle instead.” He curls up on top of Sam, a heavy mass of archangel that would be impossible to move without his cooperation. 

"Gabe." 

"Shaddup, Sammoose, I’m try’na sleep here," Gabriel mumbles from where his face is smushed into Sam’s collarbone. 

"Gabe, I gotta shower." 

"But I miss your natural musk—" He breaks off, suddenly sitting up when there’s a yell of, "Clear!" from somewhere else in the bunker. 

"You know what," Gabriel says, "I’m hungry." He scrambles to his feet, grabbing Sam’s hand and yanking him out their bedroom. 

After making sure Sam’s coming with him, Gabriel scampers ahead, ducking around the corner into the library. Sam follows him, frowning in confusion before the sight in front of him registers. 

He comes to an abrupt halt. 

Covering the floor is what has to be at least two dozen balloons (some of which are apparently hoping he gets better soon, but those ones have had their messages crossed out); strung across the room is a large banner that declares: 

It is the anniversary of your birth. 

"Oh, for the love of—" Gabriel starts. "Who in the hell let Castiel decorate?" 

Dean glares back at him, gesturing at Cas—who, Sam realises, is covered from head to toe in a thin layer of white powder. “Well, the guy’s crap at baking, so who else was gonna do the decorations? Speaking of baking…” Shooting Sam a grin, he steps aside to reveal a large cake on the table, whose icing seems to have been applied in a strategically plaid-like pattern. “Happy birthday, Sammy.” 

Sam can’t help the small spluttering sound that escapes him as he looks around. “Holy—holy crap, guys, you really didn’t have to…” He trails off, shaking his head with a laugh. 

“‘Course we did—it’s not every day your resident moose turns thirty-one,” chirrups Gabriel, poking a wrapped box at him. “But don’t thank us just yet—you still gotta open your present!”

With a surprised blink, Sam takes the box and carefully peels back the wrapping, breaking out in a grin at the sight of the black, cartoon apple that comes into view. He looks up at the other three, asking in disbelief, “You guys got me an iPad?” 

"After the nerdboner you had for Charlie’s, we thought you might like one too," says Dean with a shrug. "Your old laptop’s probably gonna bite the dust soon anyway."

"On the topic of Charlie, she contributed to the fund that bought your new device," Cas informs Sam, "and she apologises profusely that she can’t be here today—but wishes you a happy birthday nonetheless." 

Before he’s finished speaking, Sam’s thrown his arms around him in a hug. “Thanks, Cas,” he says. Castiel releases a somewhat alarmed sound, gingerly returning Sam’s embrace before stepping back to allow him to hug Dean too. 

"Have a good one, ya big ol’ sap." Dean laughs, then makes a series of exaggerated gagging noises when Sam plants a kiss on Gabriel’s lips. 

Gabriel slings his arms around Sam’s neck, hoisting himself up and wrapping his legs around his waist as he returns the kiss. “And here’s to many more, eh?”