Destiel (Implied), Sabriel (Implied), Hallucifer
“Whoa! Whoa!” Deans’ panicked voice came from somewhere in front of him, and in the next instant there was a hand on his arm, forcing him to lower his gun, “Dude, put that away.”
Sam blinked rapidly, eyes slowly adjusting to the scene in front of him. He watched in confusion as Bobby slowly stood back up, ill-fitting plastic party hat hanging off the side of his head. The giant looked over to Cas and his brother, who were also wearing party hats, and only then noticed confetti was slowly floating down to the ground.
His brows furrowed further as he spotted the haphazardly hung streamers and balloons that lined the walls, “What, uh, what’s going on?”
“You almost shot me, that’s what.”
Sam shifted his weight from one foot to the other, sending his father figure a sheepish smile, “Sorry.”
Gabriel appeared then, blowing the noisemaker that was hanging from his mouth into his face. He thrust a party hat at the hunter, thousand-watt smile lightening up his features, “Happy birthday, Sammich!”
Sam raised an eyebrow at the angel, “… You threw me a party?”
Dean chuckled, making his way over to the table, picking up the half-drunk beer as he shook his head, “Told you.”
Gabriel shot a look at the blonde, before turning back to the giant, “Duh! What did you think we were just not gonna celebrate?”
Sam half-shrugged, fidgeting with the hat in his hands, “Well, I mean, I just… we don’t really celebrate my birthday, that’s all.”
“What?” Gabriel gave the hunter an incredulous look, “Why not?”
Cas took a step forward, clearing his throat, “That may be partially our fault.” At the confused look he got, he shrugged, “Heaven was complacent with Azazel’s plan to kill Mary, then Jess, and only interfered after Dean got dragged to Hell… they made sure Sam didn’t feel his birth was worth celebrating, because he was to be Lucifer’s vessel.”
Gabriel waved a dismissive hand, “That was our brothers, not us.” He shook his head and turned back to the giant, raising his hand, “Besides, my present will fix all that.”
“Whoa!” Sam backed up, “What are you…?” his brows furrowed as he read the angels’ face, before he raised his eyebrows, “Wait, were you going to erase my brain?”
“Not all of it,” he rolled his eyes, taking a step forward, “Just all the bad parts that happened on your birthday.”
“Wait,” Sam ducked away from the angels’ hand, side-stepping so he could back himself up into the room, “You can’t just wipe out my memories!”
Dean took a few charged steps forward, meeting his brother in the middle of the room, “You want to do what?”
Gabriel rolled his eyes, “What are you being so dramatic about? It’s not like it’s the first time you’ve had your brain Windexed.”
Bobby raised an eyebrow, “And, where did you learn lobotomies made good presents?”
Liking the preview? Check out the FULL story here!
I post NEW short stories EVERY two weeks!