AN: So I actually made sure to get this done early this week... And then I couldn't login. Whatever, here it is now, enjoy!

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When Sam turns eighteen, Dean takes him out to celebrate.

John's not around, which is no surprise, but it would've been nice if he'd made an effort, since it was a milestone birthday. But there was a wendigo or a witch or a werewolf somewhere that needed killing, and the hunt always took precedence over his sons.

But Dean's there. And really, Sam's glad John's not around. Because when Dean takes him out to a bar to get drunk, he realizes he's happy like this, just him and Dean against the world.

His Stanford acceptance letter comes three days later.