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A/N: Yay everyone. I finally got time to write out more. I do hope you all enjoy this chapter. And the story in general, of course. Uh. Review are welcome (and often help me want to write more) and whatnot. Heh. Many thanks to Amarintha, my beta. As always, much credit goes to her for fixing the crap that I write. Mm. Yeah. I think that's all.
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In a few days, it would be Dean's birthday. He was excited, just as every kid is for their birthday. Their temporary house was bustling with activity. Sammy had started school and loved it, John would go on hunts that were close to home. So, when John had taken his eldest son aside, Dean was surprised that they had time to talk.

"So, Dean." John smiled down, "What kind of cake would you like for your birthday?"

Biting his lip, Dean's face scrunched up thinking. It had to be perfect. He didn't want to disappoint Sammy or his dad. Had to pick the perfect cake, so that they'd both love it and help eat it. An idea struck the small child, "I don't want a cake." He said.

John raised his eyebrows in surprise, "You don't want cake. But Dean, you deserve cake on your birthday." He had hoped that Dean would agree to have a treat. A cake was pretty much all John could afford at the moment. The boy was probably not going to get any presents, and if he did, they'd be small and cheap things.

Dean's face broke out with a grin, "I want pie instead!"

John let out a hearty laugh. Of course, Dean loved pie again. Pie for Dean's birthday sounded so real. So natural. Still chuckling, he asked, "Alright, kiddo. What kind of pie do you want?"

Tilting his head to the side, Dean thought about it. There were so many choices. More choices than with cake. Licking his lips before answering, he said, "Rhubarb."

John smiled warmly, "Alright. Rhubarb pie for your birthday. I think I can manage that." He paused and winked at his son, "Maybe we'll even get some ice cream."

Time passed and the day had arrived. Dean's birthday. He woke up happily, sun shining through the window onto his bed. He glanced over at Sammy's bed and saw his brother still asleep, looking peaceful. Glancing at the clock, he realized he should wake up his little brother so that they could get ready for school.

"Sammy? Time to get ready." Dean grinned as Sam started to wake up. Sammy rubbed his eyes as he sat up. "Come on, we still have some Lucky Charms."

After breakfast, John got up. He had been up late last night. Researching. "Morning boys." He said through a yawn as he scratched his unshaven chin. He picked up the box of cereal and poured himself a bowl. The three Winchesters sat around the table in silence, eating their Lucky Charms.

John nor Sammy mentioned that it was Dean's birthday.

Dean sighed as he walked into school. It seemed as if his family had forgotten. Head low, he sat down in his desk when the teacher walked over. "Dean? Did you bring any cookies?"

He looked up and blinked, "Cookies?"

"Normally on their birthday, the kids bring in cookies or cupcakes, so that we can celebrate it." She said, bending down to his level, "You didn't bring anything?"

He swallowed, "No. I didn't know that I had to bring treats."

She smiled, "It's okay, Dean. I might be able to pick something up today. Then we could have it after lunch?" She could go during her break.

Dean nodded, "Sure. If it's not any trouble."

"Oh, no. No trouble." She got up and headed back to her desk. She believed that every child should be able to celebrate their birthday. The problem was that around ten in the morning, she fell ill and had to leave. She hoped she wasn't letting Dean down too much. After all, he was probably having a party after school with cake, ice cream, balloons, games, presents and all with his friends and family. A normal birthday party for any kid.

After lunch Dean glanced up at the substitute teacher. A small man who had a nervous tick. His eye twitched and all Dean could do was stare at it. Seeing what it would spell out if it were twitching in Morse Code. And one thing was for sure: it was not spelling out 'Happy Birthday, Dean.'

When the day was over, and Dean showed up at his place, Sammy right by his side, talking a million miles per minute about his day at school, he was disappointed when his dad was reading some book about something supernatural. Didn't they realize it was his birthday? Did they both forget?

After and hour of being home and watching the television, John looked up from his book, "Hey, Dean. Could you go and get the mail?"

Dean nodded wordlessly and went outside. The wind whipped around him as he opened the mailbox. And surprise of all surprises, there was nothing there. Not that they normally get mail. No one ever mailed them. Sighing, he made his way back inside.

Though when he opened the door, a smile overtook Dean's face. There was his dad holding a pie and Sammy with a small banner that said 'Happy Birthday'. Dean felt himself blink back tears. They remembered. They remembered his birthday.

"Surprise!" Sammy squealed, "Dad told me not to tell you 'bout this and I said I didn't like keeping secrets from you but he said we'd let you in on the secret and so I said it was alright then."

"Happy birthday, Son." John said warmly, as they all moved to the kitchen, "How 'bout we all have a nice slice of Rhubarb Pie?"

Dean nodded, not knowing what to say. It was just so perfect. He had his family there. His whole family. John and Sammy. And the pie. He always felt like his mom was with him when he ate pie. "Thanks, Dad."