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“A hike.”
Sam tries hard not to laugh at everyone’s faces when they hear his birthday request. Dean had been needling him to weeks about how he wanted to spend the day, and Sam had finally made a decision- there was a hiking trail forty minutes away that boasted pretty waterfalls and an easy, hour-long hike to get there.
“Yeah. Guys, it’ll be fun, I swear,” he promises, and Rowena’s amused snort tugs his gaze to the witch.
“Walking? In nature? Sounds terrible,” she says, and Sam shrugs a shoulder.
“You don’t have to go,” he says, genuinely meaning it, but Rowena just frowns.
“I’m obviously going, Samuel. I just need to magic up a pair of trainers,” she says, and then disappears down the hall- presumably to do just that. Fondness laces through Sam.
“You’re fucking crazy,” Dean says, but claps his shoulder and heads to change. “Gimme ten minutes to change and find Cas.”
Sam nods and sets about filling water bottles and packing snacks into a backpack. He’s just finishing when he hears footsteps and turns towards the doorway to find that Rowena had not only produced sneakers, but also tight black leggings and an electric yellow tank top, her hair pulled back in a loose ponytail and off her shoulders. He blinks, warmth pooling in his chest.
“Will I do?” Rowena asks, posing, and Sam’s face melts into a smile as he hooked an arm around her waist until he could drag her closer. He kisses her softly, grinning against her mouth.
“Did you dress like this just to drive me insane?” he asks, kissing her chin, and Rowena laughs, palms pressing to his chest to lightly shove him away before anyone caught them. Their relationship was the worst kept secret in the bunker.
“Just trying to rile you up a tad. Get your prepared for your birthday surprise later,” Rowena replies, a smirk curling her lips, and Sam swallowed to wet his suddenly dry mouth.
“Alright, let’s get this show on the road,” Dean returns to the kitchen, dressed in running shorts and a long-sleeved shirt. Cas trailed behind him, Jack following behind him, and affection wells in Sam as he follows everyone out to the car.
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“See? Totally worth it!” Sam called over his shoulder- the rest of the group trudged behind him, and he paused on the ridge to look out over the rushing waterfall. It had taken them a little over an hour to get to the top of the mountain path, and Sam felt every cell in his body pulse with energy.
It takes a handful of minutes for everyone else to join him, and Sam smiles down at Rowena when slim fingers curl around his- the redhead tips her head up at him, a breathless smile curving her mouth.
“Just what you wanted for your birthday?” the witch asks, squeezing his fingers, and Sam nods, lifting a hand to brush a curl of hair from her sweaty forehead. His knuckles trailed down her cheek, and then he leaned in to kiss her, grinning against her mouth.
“Now it’s perfect,” he says, and they both turn at Dean’s wolf whistle.
“About fuckin’ time,” he said, and tugged a bottle of champagne out of his own backpack. Sam’s eyes widened. “God, you really thought you were quiet? Jesus, Sammy. I better be getting nice ass earplugs for my birthday.”
Sam rolled his eyes, flipping him off, and then pulled Rowena back into him to the sound of the champagne cork popping.
“Happy Birthday, Samuel,” Rowena murmurs when they part, hands squeezing his waist, and Sam rests his forehead against hers, smiling.
He could stand a few more days like this.