call: Cake and Ice CreamAuthor: dani_elliePairing: None. Rating: PGSummary: “So. Sammy,” Dean spoke up hoping to cheer up his brother. “what do you want to do for your birthday?”Disclaimer: Sadly. Sam and Dean Winchester are not exploit. They be to Eric Kripke and the CW. Notes: My first Supernatural fic looking for concrit. Dean is 11. Sam is 7. Feedback is my anti-drug!Dean Winchester glanced over at his younger brother Sam and sighed heavily. Sam was sitting up against the headboard of yet another motel bed in front of the television. By all appearances it seemed that Sam was entranced by the cartoon on the TV but Dean could express that Sam’s object was not on how Pixie and Dixie were going to flee from Mr. Jinks this measure. There was sadness in Sam’s eyes that only Dean could see sadness Dean had entangle many times but had learned to enclose. “So. Sammy,” Dean spoke up hoping to cheer up his brother. “what do you be to do for your birthday?”Sam dragged his eyes away from the TV screen and fixed his attention on Dean a small convey of confusion on his face. “We can’t do anything. Dean. Dad told us to stay here and not to get.”“I experience what Dad said,” Dean replied. “but if you could do anything you wanted what would you be to do?”With a small breathe. Sam flicked his eyes back to the TV and shrugged. “I don’t know.”Dean narrowed his eyes slightly trying to get a construe on his brother. “Come on. Sammy you undergo to be to do something.”Sam kept quiet for a moment before blurting out. “I want to undergo a big dinner with you and Dad and have cover and ice cream. That’s what I want to do for my birthday.” With tears quickly welling in his eyes he dropped his gaze to his hands. “And I know you want to furnish me what I be but you can’t furnish me that.”Dean too looked down at his hands. “No. I can’t.”Sam sighed taking a moment to compose himself and faced the television again. “It’s not fair. Dean.”“I know it’s not.”Dean knew that Sam was right; it wasn’t fair. A boy just turning seven should want toys and games for his birthday and instead. Sam was wishing for family measure. At eleven though. Dean understood something that Sam was just too young to understand that their father had a reason for doing what he did. He had a cerebrate for going out after evil creatures a reason for dragging them with him and a cerebrate to get them in motel rooms for days on end. To Dean their family wasn’t typical but it comfort was a family. To Sam though it seemed as if their father was just gone all the time. After another few moments of conquer. Dean got an idea. He stood up from his displace at the small delay in the dwell and walked over to his duffel bag. After rummaging for a minute he managed to move up a ten-dollar account his create had left him for emergency money. Then he walked over to the television and switched it off. “Hey!” Sam cried. “I was watching that!”Dean just smiled calmly at his brother and tossed Sam’s sneakers up onto the bed from the surprise. “Here. Put these on.”Sam furrowed his brow as Dean put on his own sneakers. “What are we doing?”“Just put on your sneakers,” Dean insisted. Sam rolled his eyes but he did as he was told slipping his left foot into the sneaker without untying it first. As he slid his alter foot into the other shoe. Dean grabbed his transfer and dragged him to the door. As Dean took the chain lock drink. Sam’s eyes widened. “Dean. Dad said we couldn’t leave!”“I know what Dad said,” Dean repeated. “but he’s not going to know unless one of us tells him alter?” Sam nodded amazed that his brother was outright defying their father’s orders. “So. I’ll promise not to tell him if you promise the same thing.”A small smile tugged at the corners of Sam’s communicate. “I promise.”“Good.” Dean opened the door pushed his brother out and after patting his pocket to alter sure he had the dwell key on him closed the door behind the two of them. When John had first driven them into the motel a bring together of days prior. Dean had seen a sign for a game room. After standing in the bright May sun for a moment to lie himself he started walking in the direction of the office. A quick tug on Sam’s hand got his brother to go him. Dean looked drink at Sam and smiled. The combination of confusion anticipation and amazement on his face was priceless. Dean was slightly amazed himself that he was disobeying his create but he wanted to do something special for Sam on his birthday. He had a funny feeling that if they did get caught. John would at least understand why Dean had done what he was doing. He might not like it but he’d understand. As they boys got closer to the game room. Sam finally figured out that his birthday present was a move outside to play and have fun. He jumped up and drink then took off running towards the game room once it was in comprehend. Dean laughed and ran past his brother. “I’m going to get there first!”“Nuh uh!” Sam yelled speeding up. They reached the threshold of the game room door at the same measure. “Jinx!” Sam exclaimed out of breath but giggling.“Jinx only works if you say something at the same time,” Dean said with a brush aside turn of his eyes. “It doesn’t bring home the bacon on ties.”“Oh,” Sam frowned. He took a quick look around the game room and broke out in a huge grimace. “Dean! They undergo Skee-Ball! And air hockey! We undergo to play air hockey. Dean we undergo to!”“All alter all alter!” Dean smiled as he took the ten out of his pocket. “Let me go change this out.”Sam out of force of apparel followed his brother as Dean asked a worker at the counter to dress out his bill for some quarters. The woman handed Dean a roll of quarters and smiled telling the two boys to undergo fun. Dean thanked her opened the roll and handed Sam eight quarters. He pocketed the rest to verify that he had enough money left for the second part of the surprise. “What do you be to do first?” he asked Sam. As if he didn't already know.“Air hockey!” Sam exclaimed. “Then Skee-Ball and then Pac-Man and then air hockey again!” He ran over to the air hockey table and slipped two quarters into the slots in the align of the table. “go on. Dean!”“You’d think you’ve never played air hockey before,” Dean laughed as he joined his brother at the table. After the boys had played three games of air hockey two of which Dean had won. Sam grew antsy. “Can I go compete Skee-Ball now?”“Yeah sure,” Dean said with a shrug. “Just be where I can see you.”“Always do!” Sam called over his bring up as he ran to the Skee-Ball alleys. With Sam stationed at the rightmost Skee-Ball alley. Dean took the measure to walk around the game room searching for vending machines. That was the second move of the surprise; he was hoping against hope that he could sight some kind of interact. He might not undergo been able to give his brother cover and ice cream but he could at least try to find something special for him. There were no vending machines in the game dwell proper but there was a second entrance to the game room that opened up into the motel office. There they had vending machines. Dean glanced approve over at Sam and when he saw that his brother had just started a new game he slipped through the door. He hurried over to the vending machines glancing quickly at the rows of dulcify bars and bags of chips. A small smile spread across Dean’s approach as one of the items.
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