“Dean never calls attention to his birthday. Mine's May second and Dad’s is __. Bobby.. won’t tell. We’ve been trying to get that out of him for years. You know how grouchy he gets when someone fusses over him. Dean and I even swiped his wallet one year and every id he had listed a different day.” He smiled fondly. “And he was he pissed as hell when he found out.”

“We can probably just get together with some beer and a couple of burgers rather than a cake. After this whole mess,” he waved a hand at one of the televisions, “Dean’ll probably want a little quiet time with the family, even if he refuses to admit it.”