January 24th, 2020

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[Fic] Double Happiness - Dean (POV), Sam, bunker B-roll

This fic inspired by me looking at my planner and noticing Dean's birthday and Lunar New Year intersect this year!!!! It was--sort of ironically, I now realize--written entirely on airplanes. It was also written before 15x09 aired (and ignores whatever 15x10 is), so 15x09 canon compliance is HASTY and MINIMAL. Happy birthday to my absolute heart of hearts. <3


Title: Double Happiness
Genre: gen, S15, hurt/comfort, sitting around in the bunker B-roll, yum cup fluff
Characters: Dean (POV), Sam
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: substance abuse
Word Count: 2400
Summary: Sam asks how it feels. "I'm hungover and my back is killing me. Happy birthday to me," Dean replies.

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恭禧發財!!

finchandsparrow and I got together for Dean's biiiiirthday and made a pie! Well, we made a quiche! And roasted carrots! And partook of a sweet potato pie I made last night. We also drank "shots" of root beer and "Purple Nurple" that tasted VERY PURPLE but was actually clear because apparently Capri Sun doesn't use food dyes, pfft. (But this particular Capri Sun was from a cabin in rural Tennessee/Virginia and has been sitting at the bottom of my fridge since last August, so it was a particularly good Purple Nurple candidate.)

We played some Mad Libs while the quiche cooked--SPN-themed, naturally--and then watched 15x10 before heading to a college women's gymnastics meet, which was admittedly not related but still relevant. (And one woman did her beam routine to Eye of the Tiger.)



Dinner Spread!



Birthday Sweet Potato Pie!


All in all, it was a glorious afternoon/evening. The second she dropped me off back at home after the meet, though, I got REAL SAD, because I'm not going to see her for a while, and because starting after my shower in a few minutes, this week is about to get unfathomably awful and it's not really going to stop for a long time. This was like a death row last meal situation. Literally we pulled into my driveway and the sheer dread and anxiety that smacked me in the face was mindblowing. It was already bad. It's already been bad! How the fuck is worse supposed to work?

I'm just. What. Whaaaat. Help. Help help help.