Evening Light

During a solo hunt a few months ago, (before the world had gone to shit and subsequently been saved) Dean had come across an abandoned classic convertible. He had always been of the opinion that convertibles were a bit overrated, but there were two reasons he couldn't just leave it where he found it.

First of all, this specific model was his mother's dream car and he needed something to keep her memory alive. But the second, and the arguably most convincing reason was that Cas had told him, after much nagging on Dean's part, that the only way he would junk the Continental was if he were to have a classic convertible.

So for the past month, while hunts were few and far between and he suddenly had hours of free time, he had been restoring the convertible, a 1969 Triumph TR6, to its former beauty.

He had been keeping his passion project under wraps. The others knew about the car, but they hadn't been allowed to see it at all since he brought it to the bunker.

Despite being asked about it constantly, especially by Jack who insisted on helping, Dean hadn't shared any details.

Cas' birthday was coming up, and this car was to be a surprise present, but Dean knew he couldn't trust Sam or Jack (mostly Jack) to keep it a secret. More importantly, he didn't feel like dealing with the teasing Sam was sure to give him if he knew Dean was planning such a grand gesture for the former angel's birthday.

They had made up a birthday for Cas recently as they realized he had never celebrated one (it was actually Jimmy Novak's birthday they had chosen) and it was approaching in a few days. The car was on track to be ready just in time.

Dean was bad with words, but he was good at this. Cas had never had a birthday gift before, and Dean would be damned if he didn't get the absolute best. Dean knew that if he wanted Cas to truly know how much he cared for him, he should flat-out tell the former angel. After all, Cas wasn't always the best at reading between the lines. But, Dean was taking baby steps and this was the first step. Hopefully, this would help him work up the courage to tell Cas.

***

About a week before Cas' birthday, Dean had caved and showed his progress to Sam.

The car was finally ready, or at least it would be once Dean finished waxing it. Sam suddenly appeared in the garage, a huge smile on his face as he eyed up the car. He hadn't yet seen it, nor did he know who the convertible was for.

Sam let out a low whistle, "Wow! This looks amazing."

"Thanks, Sammy." Dean lit up at the compliment, taking a step back to fully admire his work, "It better after putting so many hours into it in such a short amount of time."

"I can't believe how quickly you did all this! What was the rush anyway?" Sam quirked his eyebrow as he questioned the older Winchester.

Dean avoided looking at Sam as he felt a blush start to creep up his neck, "Um, well... Cas' birthday is in a few days," He blurted out without pausing between any words. Unfortunately, Sam seemed to manage to make out what he said.

"Wait, this is for Cas?" Sam asked, the beginnings of a bitch-face starting to form.

Dean curiously eyed Sam, trying to gauge what kind of reaction that was supposed to be. "What are you? Jealous?" He finally asked after coming up short for an explanation for his brother's confusing reaction.

"No," Sam answered and then seemed to change his mind, "Well maybe a little, I've never gotten a car for my birthday."

Sam then cracked a smile, indicating he was just joking around. "Don't be an ungrateful bitch," Dean joked back.