Chapter 100: Birthday

The next morning, the house is unusually quiet—too quiet. Normally, Mrs. Faulkner would already be calling for the boys to get up, but today, the air feels different. Then, all at once…

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!"

Jake, Alex, Tyler, and Jordan jolt awake as streamers fall over their beds. Mrs. Faulkner stands in the doorway, grinning, while Miss Harper—back at last—blows a party horn.

Jake blinks, still half-asleep. "Wait… it’s today?"

Alex sits up, rubbing his eyes. "Oh yeah, it is today!"

Tyler jumps up immediately. "Birthday! That means cake, presents, and no chores, right?"

Mrs. Faulkner laughs. "Nice try. But today is all about you boys, so get dressed and come downstairs—we’ve got a surprise waiting!"

The boys scramble out of bed, suddenly full of energy. As they head downstairs, the scent of pancakes, bacon, and syrup fills the air. The dining table is decorated with balloons and a big "Happy Birthday" banner.

Jordan grins. "Now this is how you start a birthday."

Miss Harper winks. "And this is just the beginning. Eat up—we’ve got a big day planned!"

The boys exchange excited looks. If the morning was already this good, they couldn’t wait to see what was next.

The boys rush downstairs, greeted by the smell of pancakes, bacon, and syrup. The dining table is covered in balloons, and a big **“Happy Birthday!”** banner hangs over their seats.

Evan is already at the table, grinning as he waits for the others. Miss Harper sets down a big plate of pancakes in the center. “Alright, birthday boys, dig in!”

As everyone starts eating, Mrs. Faulkner clears her throat. “Before we get to the presents, I have a special announcement.” She looks at Evan with a proud smile. “Evan, you’ve gone four whole days without an accident, and your body has fully adjusted. That means… you no longer have to wear diapers.”

Evan’s eyes widen in shock before his face lights up with pure joy. “Wait… really?”

Mrs. Faulkner nods. “Really. You’ve done an amazing job, and I’m so proud of you.”

The table erupts in cheers.

Noah claps him on the back. “Dude, that’s awesome!”

Tyler grins. “Best birthday gift ever, huh?”

Evan beams. “Yeah, *way* better than cake.”

Mrs. Faulkner ruffles his hair. “I knew you could do it. Now, let’s celebrate—you all have a big day ahead!”

The boys cheer again, shoveling down their breakfast, excited for whatever else their special day had in store.

After finishing their huge breakfast, the boys rush into the living room, where a pile of wrapped presents sits on the coffee table.

Mrs. Faulkner claps her hands. "Alright, birthday boys! Before we open presents, we’ve got a whole day of fun planned. But first—who’s ready for a birthday scavenger hunt?"

Tyler’s eyes widen. "A scavenger hunt? Yes!"

Miss Harper grins. "We’ve hidden clues all around the house and backyard. Find them all, and you’ll unlock a *super special* birthday surprise!"

Jake and Alex exchange excited looks. Jordan smirks. "Alright, let’s do this."

Mrs. Faulkner hands them the first clue: **"Where we sit and watch TV, a clue is waiting there for thee."**

The boys bolt toward the couch, searching under cushions and behind pillows. Alex pulls out a small envelope. "Got it!"

He opens it, reading the next clue aloud: **"In the place where food gets cold, your next clue will soon unfold."**

Tyler sprints to the fridge and yanks open the door. "Aha!" He grabs the next envelope and waves it triumphantly.

The hunt continues through the house and backyard, each clue leading them closer to their big surprise. Finally, after ten clues, they reach the last one: **"Where birthday wishes come true, your final prize waits for you!"**

The boys race back to the living room, where Miss Harper is waiting. She pulls back a blanket to reveal…

**A brand-new game console with four controllers!**

The room erupts in cheers.

"No way!" Jake exclaims.

Alex grabs a controller. "This is awesome!"

Mrs. Faulkner laughs. "I figured after all your hard work at Sunny Smiles, you deserved something special."

Jordan smirks. "Best birthday ever."

Evan, still beaming from his big milestone, grins. "And it’s not even over yet!"

Mrs. Faulkner nods. "That’s right. We’ve got cake, presents, and later—an epic birthday movie night."

Tyler pumps his fist. "Yes! This day just keeps getting better!"

As the boys settle in to play their new game, laughter and excitement fill the house. It was a birthday none of them would ever forget.

As the boys are still buzzing with excitement over their new game console, Mrs. Faulkner claps her hands to get their attention. "Oh, and before you get too comfortable, I’ve got one more surprise."

The boys pause, looking at her curiously.

"I’ve invited over some special guests for your birthday celebration—Noah, Captain Singer, and a few others!"

Evan’s face lights up. "Noah’s coming? Awesome!"

Tyler grins. "And Captain Singer? That’s gonna be interesting."

Jordan smirks. "Think he’ll actually relax for once?"

Mrs. Faulkner chuckles. "We’ll see. But he insisted on stopping by, and I have a feeling he might have something up his sleeve."

Just then, the sound of a car pulling up outside grabs their attention. Alex peeks out the window. "They’re here!"

The boys rush to the door, eager to welcome their guests. If the morning had already been amazing, they could only imagine what the rest of the day would bring.

As the boys rush to the door, practically bouncing with excitement, Mrs. Faulkner leans over to Miss Harper with a sly smile. In a hushed voice, she whispers, **"I can't wait for the boys to see your special surprise for them."**

Miss Harper grins knowingly. **"Oh, they’re going to lose their minds."**

Because waiting just outside—along with Noah and Captain Singer—was a surprise that would top everything else that had happened today.

**The entire cast of *Supernatural* was here.**

Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki, Misha Collins, and even a few other familiar faces stood in the driveway, grinning as they waited for the boys to open the door.

Mrs. Faulkner could hardly contain her excitement. **"Get ready for some very loud screaming."**

Miss Harper chuckled. **"Totally worth it."**

The boys fling the door open, expecting to see Noah and Captain Singer—but instead, they freeze.

Standing right there in the driveway, grinning at them, were **Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki, Misha Collins, and the rest of the *Supernatural* cast.**

For a second, there’s complete silence. Then—

**"NO. WAY."**

Tyler practically falls backward, eyes wide as saucers. Jake grips Alex’s arm. "Dude. Are we dreaming?"

Alex shakes his head, his mouth opening and closing like a fish. "I… I… what…?"

Jordan is the first to recover, pointing at Jensen. "*Dean Winchester* is standing in our driveway!"

Jensen laughs. "Last time I checked, yeah."

Jared grins. "You guys must be the birthday boys!"

Evan is too stunned to speak, but Noah, who had arrived with Captain Singer, nudges him excitedly. "Told you this would be the best birthday ever!"

Mrs. Faulkner and Miss Harper stand back, watching with delight. Mrs. Faulkner smirks. "I think we broke them."

Miss Harper chuckles. "Totally worth it."

Misha Collins steps forward with a playful smirk. "So, do we just stand here, or do we get to party?"

That snaps the boys out of their shock.

"COME IN!" Tyler practically yells, stepping aside as the *Supernatural* cast is ushered into the house.

Captain Singer claps Jake on the shoulder. "Figured if I was coming to the party, I’d bring a few friends."

Jake shakes his head in disbelief. "A *few*?"

As everyone settles inside, Jensen and Jared take a seat on the couch while Misha helps himself to some cake. The boys are still in awe, barely able to process what’s happening.

Jordan, staring at them, finally manages to ask, "How… how did you even *do* this?"

Miss Harper grins. "Let’s just say I have connections."

Mrs. Faulkner winks. "And I wanted this to be a birthday you’d never forget."

Tyler, still staring, suddenly grins. "Best. Birthday. EVER."

And as the party kicks into full swing—complete with *Supernatural* trivia, stories from set, and even a surprise round of video games against Jensen and Jared—it was clear that this would be a birthday none of them would *ever* forget.

As the party buzzes with excitement, Jensen Ackles steps away from the chaos and approaches Mrs. Faulkner with a smirk. “You know, we brought a few presents for the boys,” he says, rubbing the back of his neck. “But, uh… some of them might be a little *dangerous*, and I wanted to get permission before handing them over. Actually—” He huffs, shaking his head. “Jared’s *making* me.”

Mrs. Faulkner raises an eyebrow, arms crossed. “Dangerous *how*?”

Jared Padalecki, overhearing, quickly steps in. “Okay, *not* like ‘end up in the hospital’ dangerous, but… let’s just say they’re *authentic*.”

Mrs. Faulkner narrows her eyes, and Jensen sighs before confessing. “We *might* have brought some replica *Supernatural* weapons. You know, a machete—fake, but still sharp—a demon-killing knife replica, and, uh… a *real* EMF reader.”

Miss Harper chokes on her drink. “Wait, *what*?”

Jensen shrugs. “Figured if these guys are big fans, they’d want the real deal. And I mean, hey—if there *are* any ghosts around, at least they’ll be prepared.”

Mrs. Faulkner pinches the bridge of her nose, suppressing a laugh. “Let me get this straight—you brought my boys weapons and ghost-hunting equipment?”

Jared quickly interjects, “*Cool* weapons and *functional* ghost-hunting equipment.”

Mrs. Faulkner sighs, then looks over at the boys, who are currently in the middle of a heated video game match against Misha Collins. She shakes her head with a smirk. “Fine. But *I* get final approval before anything gets handed over.”

Jensen grins. “Deal.”

Jared claps his hands. “Sweet! Who’s ready to open some gifts?”

Mrs. Faulkner mutters under her breath as they gather the boys. “What did I just agree to…?”

Jared claps his hands together, grinning. "Alright, birthday boys—time for presents!"

The boys, still buzzing from the shock of meeting the *Supernatural* cast, immediately perk up. Tyler bounces in his seat. "If *you guys* brought presents, they have to be awesome!"

Jensen chuckles. "Oh, they are. But first—Mrs. Faulkner has to approve them."

The boys glance at her, and she sighs with a knowing smile. "Let’s just say they brought some *authentic* gifts."

Jake raises an eyebrow. "Define authentic?"

Jared steps forward and places a large duffel bag on the table. With a dramatic pause, he unzips it and pulls out the first item—a replica **demon-killing knife**, just like the one Dean uses in the show.

The boys *gasp.*

Tyler’s eyes widen. "No. Freaking. *Way.*"

Alex reaches out, but Mrs. Faulkner quickly intercepts. "Hold on." She picks up the knife, inspecting it. "This is… sharper than I expected."

Jensen shrugs. "Told you we went *authentic*."

Jared pulls out another item—a **replica machete.** "This one's mostly for show. But, uh… still not a toy."

Mrs. Faulkner gives him a look. "You don’t say."

Jordan stares at the table, eyes practically sparkling. "Are you telling me we now own *official* supernatural-hunting weapons?"

Jensen smirks. "Not quite done yet." He reaches into the bag and pulls out a **real, fully functional EMF reader.**

Evan tilts his head. "Wait. *That* actually works?"

Jensen nods. "Yup. You boys can go full *Ghostfacers* with this thing."

The room erupts with excitement. Noah, sitting next to Evan, grins. "Oh, we are *so* testing that out later."

Mrs. Faulkner rubs her temples. "I feel like I’m going to regret this."

Miss Harper, barely holding in her laughter, pats her shoulder. "They’ll be fine. Probably."

Jared claps his hands. "Alright, so… do the gifts pass the approval test?"

Mrs. Faulkner exhales, looking at the boys’ eager faces. Finally, she nods. "Fine. *But* the weapons stay *secured* when not in use, and I get final say on any ghost hunts."

Tyler pumps his fist. "Yes!"

Jensen grins. "Then happy birthday, boys. Welcome to the *Supernatural* family."

The room erupts in cheers, and the party continues—only now, with the boys planning just *how* soon they could take their new gear on a ghost-hunting adventure.

### **The Ultimate Birthday Gift**

As the excitement over the *Supernatural* gifts starts to settle, Jensen claps his hands together with a smirk. "Alright, I can’t believe my wife is making me do this, but—who wants to drive *Baby*?"

The room goes dead silent.

Mrs. Faulkner, mid-sip of her drink, promptly spits it out. "*What?!*"

Jensen, completely unfazed, grins. "Yeah. You guys are sixteen now, right? And don’t worry, I’ll be in the car every step of the way."

The boys' jaws collectively *drop.*

Tyler’s voice comes out barely above a whisper. "*You mean we get to drive the actual Impala?*"

Jared smirks. "The *one and only.*"

Jordan blinks rapidly. "I think I just blacked out for a second."

Jake looks like he’s forgotten how to breathe. "This isn’t a joke, right? You’re actually letting us drive *Baby?*"

Jensen chuckles. "Not a joke, kid. She’s parked right outside."

Before Mrs. Faulkner can fully regain her composure, the boys *explode* in excitement.

"*NO WAY!*"

Tyler is practically bouncing. "We’re about to drive *the* most legendary car in TV history!"

Mrs. Faulkner, still in shock, finally finds her voice. "Jensen… are you *insane*? That car is worth more than my *house!*"

Jensen shrugs. "Hey, it’s just a car." Then he pauses. "Okay, no, she’s *not* just a car, but she’s meant to be *driven.* And I’ll be supervising, so no worries."

Miss Harper, wiping away tears of laughter, pats Mrs. Faulkner’s shoulder. "You *did* say you wanted this to be a birthday they’d never forget."

Mrs. Faulkner sighs heavily, rubbing her temples. "You’re all trying to give me a heart attack, aren’t you?"

Jared grins. "Only a little."

Jensen tosses a set of keys in the air and catches them. "Alright, boys—who’s up first?"

Without hesitation, all four of them shout at the same time—

"*ME!*"

Laughing, Jensen heads for the door. "Alright, then. Let’s go make some memories."

And with that, the boys rush outside, ready to take the ride of a *lifetime.*

Jensen twirls the keys to *Baby* and smirks at Miss Harper. “Oh, and don’t think you’re *weaseling* out of racing me in yours.”

Miss Harper leans back in her chair, arms crossed. “Oh, I wouldn’t dream of it.”

The boys *immediately* perk up, already knowing where this is going.

Jake grins. “*Oh, it’s happening.*”

Alex nudges Tyler. “We *finally* get to see them race.”

Jordan laughs. “Took you long enough to challenge her, Jensen.”

Jensen raises an eyebrow. “Oh, so you *all* knew?”

Tyler scoffs. “Duh. We’ve all been in her Impala.”

Jared shakes his head with a laugh. “Of course they have.”

Jensen looks back at Miss Harper. “And you never thought to *mention* that you had a fully spec’d-out *’67 Impala*—*identical* to Baby?”

Miss Harper smirks. “Never needed to. Besides, the boys knew. It’s not *my* fault you didn’t ask.”

Misha, now completely invested, grins. “So, what’s the call, Ackles? You backing out?”

Jensen lets out a dramatic sigh. “Oh, hell no.” He turns to the boys. “Alright, who’s riding with me?”

Jake, Tyler, and Jordan immediately shout, “*Me!*”

Jensen laughs. “Alright, alright—two with me, two with Harper. Fair?”

Miss Harper stands up, stretching. “Works for me. Boys, who’s got shotgun?”

Evan and Alex high-five. “*Us!*”

Mrs. Faulkner, who has been *way* too quiet, finally speaks up. “I swear, if either of you wreck those cars, I *will* personally haunt you both.”

Jensen grins. “Relax, Faulkner. We’ll keep it friendly.”

Miss Harper smirks. “*Mostly* friendly.”

Jared groans. “Yep. We’re all gonna die.”

The boys *explode* in excitement as the two gearheads grab their keys and head outside. The *race of the century* was about to begin.

As Jensen and Miss Harper head outside, Captain Singer leans against the doorframe, arms crossed. “I should probably step in and stop this…” He sighs, shaking his head. “But honestly? I kinda wanna see how this plays out.”

Mrs. Faulkner gives him a *look.* “You’re just as bad as they are.”

Before he can respond, *Noah* bolts past him, practically vibrating with excitement. “*I’m not missing this!*”

Captain Singer watches him go, then chuckles. “Yeah, that kid’s got his priorities straight.”

Outside, Jensen and Miss Harper stand by their identical *’67 Impalas*, the boys practically bouncing in anticipation.

Jensen spins his keys. “Alright, ground rules. No reckless stunts, no crazy speeds, and we keep it clean.”

Miss Harper smirks. “Agreed… mostly.”

Jensen narrows his eyes. “Harper…”

She winks. “Relax, *Ackles.* Let’s just say… may the *best* Impala win.”

Jake grins. “This is gonna be *epic.*”

Captain Singer sighs but doesn’t step in. “Fine. But if anyone asks, I *tried* to stop this.”

Mrs. Faulkner mutters under her breath. “I need a vacation.”

Jared claps his hands together. “Alright, alright—we got two legendary Impalas, a bunch of hyped-up teenagers, and two drivers with *way too much confidence.* But what’s the *track*?”

Jensen glances at Miss Harper. “Good question. Got a spot in mind?”

Miss Harper nods. “There’s an old back road just outside of town. Hardly any traffic, smooth pavement, and a nice straightaway.”

Jared groans. “Oh great. An *actual* drag race. This is how we die.”

Misha, munching on a snack, grins. “At least we’ll go out watching history.”

Tyler pumps his fist. “YES! This is gonna be *amazing!*”

Captain Singer sighs but doesn’t intervene. “Alright, but I’m tailing you both. *Someone* has to make sure this doesn’t turn into a disaster.”

Mrs. Faulkner rubs her temples. “I should’ve left when I had the chance.”

Jensen smirks. “Too late now. Let’s *do this!*”

The boys cheer as the drivers hop into their cars. The *race of the century* was officially on.

The group takes a casual drive out to the open road Miss Harper mentioned, the two Impalas rumbling in sync as they cruise down the near-empty stretch of asphalt. The boys are practically bouncing in their seats, barely able to contain their excitement.

As they reach the perfect spot—a long, flat straightaway with no traffic—Jensen and Miss Harper slow down and pull up side by side. The engines idle, deep and powerful, as they both roll down their windows.

Jensen glances over at Miss Harper, smirking. “Alright, Harper. Last chance to back out.”

Miss Harper scoffs. “*Please.* I should be asking *you* that.”

Captain Singer pulls up behind them in his car, rolling his eyes. “I can’t believe I’m enabling this.”

Jared steps out, shaking his head as he takes position in front of the cars. “Alright, let’s set some rules before you two get *too* carried away.”

Misha leans against Singer’s car, watching with amusement. “This is either gonna be legendary or a total disaster. Either way, I’m here for it.”

Jared continues, pointing at the road ahead. “You race to the end of the straightaway—*first one past the marker wins.* No dirty tricks, no reckless swerving, and *definitely* no trying to run each other off the road.”

Miss Harper grins. “What, don’t trust me?”

Jensen laughs. “Not even a little.”

The boys cheer from inside the cars as Jared raises his hands. “Alright! On my count…”

Engines rev. Tension builds. The race is about to begin.

Jared throws his arms down. “*Three… two… one… GOOOOOO!*”

The *roar* of two perfectly tuned 1967 Impalas fills the air as Jensen and Miss Harper *floor it*, tires screeching against the pavement before gaining traction.

Both cars lurch forward, engines growling in harmony as they rocket down the open road. The boys inside are *losing their minds*, gripping whatever they can as the scenery blurs past.

Jake, in Jensen’s car, shouts, “WE’RE ACTUALLY RACING *BABY*!”

Alex, in Miss Harper’s car, yells, “COME ON, HARPER! YOU GOT THIS!”

Side by side, neither driver gives an inch. The wind howls through the open windows as they push their Impalas to the limit, the vibrations of the powerful engines rattling through their bones.

Jensen sneaks a glance at Miss Harper and grins. “Not bad, Harper! But let’s see what Baby can *really* do!”

Miss Harper smirks, eyes locked on the road. “Right back at you, *Ackles!*”

Captain Singer follows from a distance, watching the two muscle cars tear down the road. “I swear, if they get pulled over, I’m *not* bailing them out.”

Jared and Misha, standing near the starting point, watch the dust settle as the cars disappear down the road.

Misha crosses his arms. “So… who’s gonna win?”

Jared sighs. “I dunno, man. But I do *not* want to be the one to tell Mrs. Faulkner who lost.”

Misha grins. “Or worse… who *won*.”

The finish line is approaching fast. The question is—*who will cross it first?*

The two Impalas *fly* down the road, neither giving an inch. The finish line—a faded marker near an old road sign—draws closer. Both engines *roar*, their drivers laser-focused.

Jensen grips the wheel. “C’mon, Baby, don’t let me down.”

Miss Harper smirks. “Let’s show ‘em what you’re made of, girl.”

The boys are *screaming* inside the cars.

Tyler, in Jensen’s car, is gripping the seat. “GO, GO, GO!”

Evan, in Miss Harper’s car, is *practically bouncing.* “YOU GOT THIS, HARPER!”

The two Impalas are *neck and neck.*

Fifty feet.

Twenty feet.

*Ten.*

And then—*they cross the line.*

Jensen and Miss Harper both *slam* the brakes, their tires skidding against the pavement as they slow to a stop. Dust swirls in the air as they come to a halt, engines still rumbling.

Silence.

Then—Jake shouts, “WHO WON?!”

The cars sit there for a moment before Miss Harper and Jensen step out at the same time. They glance at each other, then at the boys, who are all scrambling out to see the verdict.

Captain Singer pulls up behind them, stepping out and rubbing his temples. “Please tell me nobody wrecked.”

Jared and Misha *finally* catch up, panting.

Jared waves his arms. “Alright, alright, who took it?”

Jensen and Miss Harper exchange a look. Then, Jensen sighs and grins. “I *think* we tied.”

The boys *explode* in disbelief.

“NO WAY.”

“HOW?!”

“THAT WAS INSANE!”

Miss Harper smirks. “Guess that just means we’ll have to *settle it another time.*”

Jensen chuckles. “Damn right.”

Jared groans. “Oh great, so this is just gonna *keep happening?*”

Misha claps his hands together. “Well, that was *definitely* worth it.”

Captain Singer sighs. “Alright, *illegal street racers,* load up before someone calls the cops.”

Mrs. Faulkner’s voice suddenly crackles over the walkie Jensen *forgot* was in his pocket.

“*So… who do I need to yell at first?*”

Jensen pales. “Uh… gotta go!”

Miss Harper *dies laughing* as everyone rushes back to the cars. The legendary race *may* have ended in a tie—but the *real* challenge was escaping Mrs. Faulkner’s wrath.

### **The Ghost of Mrs. Faulkner**

As Jensen drives back toward the Faulkner home, he glances in the rearview mirror at the excited boys. “Alright, since it’s your birthday and all, who wants a turn driving *Baby*?”

Jake, Alex, Tyler, and Jordan *all* shout, “*ME!*” at the same time.

Jensen laughs. “Alright, alright—one at a time. We’ll switch out at the next stop.”

Jared, sitting in the passenger seat, sighs. “This is either gonna be awesome or the dumbest decision of your life.”

Jensen smirks. “Oh, come on, man. It’s a once-in-a-lifetime experience.”

Then—**a voice from the backseat.**

**“You bet your ass it is.”**

Jensen and Jared *scream.*

Jensen nearly swerves off the road, gripping the wheel as his heart *leaps into his throat.* Jared flails so hard he *almost* punches the windshield.

The boys, who were already losing their minds from the race, are now *dying* laughing.

Jensen gasps, whipping around. “WHAT THE HELL?!”

Sitting calmly in the backseat, arms crossed, is none other than **Mrs. Faulkner.**

She raises an eyebrow. “You *really* thought you’d get away with that?”

Jared clutches his chest, wheezing. “I think I just *died.*”

Jensen glares at the boys, who are *still* howling with laughter. “Which one of you let her in?!”

Tyler wipes tears from his eyes. “She’s snuck in here right *after* the race, man!”

Jordan grins. “She said she wanted front-row seats.”

Jensen groans, slamming his head against the steering wheel. “Oh my god, I hate all of you.”

Mrs. Faulkner leans forward, resting her arms on the front seat. “So. *Who won?*”

Jensen sighs. “We *tied.*”

Mrs. Faulkner smirks. “Uh-huh. And you *definitely* obeyed all traffic laws?”

Jensen and Miss Harper’s Impala, still following behind, both remain **very** silent.

Mrs. Faulkner leans back, shaking her head. “That’s what I thought.”

Jared mutters under his breath, “We’re so dead.”

Mrs. Faulkner sighs dramatically. “Well, since we *can’t* change the past… let’s talk consequences.”

Jensen *visibly* tenses. “Oh, come on. You *enjoyed* it, admit it!”

Mrs. Faulkner smirks. “Oh, I did. That’s why I’ll be *reasonable* with my punishment.”

Jensen and Jared exchange a nervous glance. “Define ‘reasonable.’”

Mrs. Faulkner leans forward. “You’re cooking *all* the food for the party.”

Jensen blinks. “That’s it?”

Mrs. Faulkner smiles. “Oh, and *cleaning up after.*”

Jared groans. “I *knew* there was a catch.”

The boys *explode* in laughter again as Jensen sighs, defeated. “Fine. But *only* if I get to make burgers.”

Mrs. Faulkner shrugs. “Deal.”

Jensen shakes his head as he pulls back onto the road. “I *swear*, you *scared* at least ten years off my life.”

Jared grumbles. “I don’t even have *kids*, and I think she just *parented* me.”

Tyler smirks. “Welcome to our *daily* life.”

As they head back home, one thing is clear—**no one** messes with Mrs. Faulkner… not even *Supernatural* stars.

Jensen sighs dramatically. “Oh, *come on!* First, you scare the life out of me, and now you’re making me teach *six* teenage boys how to drive *Baby*? This is cruel and unusual punishment.”

Mrs. Faulkner smirks. “Oh, I know.”

Jared, still recovering from his near-heart attack, laughs. “This is *gold*. I am absolutely recording all of it.”

Jensen glares. “You better not.”

Jared grins. “Oh, I *definitely* am.”

Mrs. Faulkner crosses her arms. “Three blocks each. You’ll be in the passenger seat the whole time.”

Jensen groans. “Fine. But if Baby gets so much as *a scratch*—”

Mrs. Faulkner raises a hand. “Relax, they’ll be careful.”

The boys, meanwhile, are *hyped.*

Jake pumps his fist. “We get to *actually* drive Baby?!”

Alex grins. “This is the *best birthday ever.*”

Tyler’s practically bouncing. “Dude, we’re driving a *legend.*”

Jordan smirks. “I call first!”

Jensen groans again, rubbing his temples. “Alright, fine. But *if* you crash, I’m telling Mrs. Faulkner *it was your fault.*”

Mrs. Faulkner raises an eyebrow. “Oh, trust me, I’d *already* know.”

Jared bursts out laughing. “Man, you *really* can’t win today, can you?”

Jensen sighs. “No. No, I cannot.”

Miss Harper pulls up beside them in her own Impala, rolling down the window. “If you survive, maybe I’ll let them drive *mine* next.”

Jensen’s eyes *widen in horror.* “DON’T GIVE THEM IDEAS.”

The boys *erupt* in laughter as Jensen resigns himself to his fate.

The driving lessons were about to begin.

Jensen groans, dragging a hand down his face. “Come *on,* Mrs. Faulkner. That was just me hyping them up before the race!”

Mrs. Faulkner smirks. “Oh, I know. But you *did* offer. And I’m just making sure you *live up to it.*”

Jared *bursts out laughing,* nearly doubling over. “Oh man, this is *priceless.*”

Jensen glares at him. “You *could* take my place, you know.”

Jared throws up his hands. “Nope! Your idea, your problem.”

Miss Harper grins from her car. “Oh, this is the *best* birthday present *I’ve* ever seen.”

Jensen looks around at the grinning faces of Mrs. Faulkner, Jared, Miss Harper, Captain Singer, and the *four overly excited teenage boys* waiting for their turn to drive *Baby.*

Defeated, he sighs dramatically and throws open the driver’s side door. “Fine. *Get in before I change my mind.*”

The boys *explode* into cheers, rushing to the car.

Jensen points at Jordan. “You’re up first, buddy. Three blocks, *no stunts, no speeding, no funny business.*”

Jordan smirks as he slides into the driver’s seat. “No promises.”

Jensen groans. “I *knew* this was a bad idea.”

Mrs. Faulkner pats his shoulder. “Better buckle up.”

Jensen mutters under his breath, “This is my *karma,* isn’t it?”

Jared, still laughing, just holds up his phone. “And I’m *getting it all on video.*”

As Jordan slides into the driver’s seat, he casually reaches for Jensen’s *precious* cassette collection and pops one in.

Jensen’s eyes *immediately* widen in horror. “Whoa, whoa, *whoa!* What do you think you’re doing?”

Jordan just smirks, turning the volume up as classic rock blares through the speakers. “*Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cakehole.*”

Jared *loses it,* laughing so hard he has to brace himself against the car. “Oh my *god,* he *got you* with your own damn line!”

Jensen glares at Jordan, who is *grinning ear to ear,* fingers drumming on the wheel.

Mrs. Faulkner raises an eyebrow. “Seems fair to me.”

Miss Harper smirks. “Yeah, Jensen. You of all people should respect the rules of Baby.”

Jensen *groans* dramatically. “This is a *nightmare.*”

Jordan, still smirking, adjusts the mirror. “Alright, let’s do this.”

Jensen *reluctantly* clicks his seatbelt. “Just *don’t crash,* okay?”

Jordan nods, putting his hands on the wheel. “Relax, Jensen. Baby’s in good hands.”

Jared grins, still filming. “And so begins the *greatest* driving lesson of all time.”

*No One Escapes Mrs. Faulkner’s Justice*

As Jensen begrudgingly settles into the passenger seat, still grumbling about his own words being used against him, Mrs. Faulkner casually leans over to Jared.

In a *low, knowing* voice, she murmurs, **"Don't think you're getting away clean. You're teaching the boys how to use all those weapons you brought—*safely.*"**

Jared *immediately* stiffens. “Wait—what? *Me?!*”

Mrs. Faulkner raises an eyebrow. “Oh yes. You didn’t think I *didn’t* notice that trunk full of Supernatural-grade weaponry, did you?”

Jared *looks guilty as hell,* glancing at Jensen for backup. “Dude, you *said* it was fine to bring them!”

Jensen, *still salty* about the whole driving situation, just shrugs. “Hey, *you’re* the one who brought the demon-killing arsenal to a *birthday party.*”

Jared groans, rubbing his face. “I was *trying* to make it a cool gift! I wasn’t expecting a full-on *lesson plan!*”

Mrs. Faulkner smiles sweetly. “Well, now you *are.*”

Jared sighs, glancing at the boys, who are all staring at him with *huge* grins.

Tyler pumps his fist. “We get weapons training from **Sam Winchester** himself?! Best. Birthday. EVER.”

Evan, practically vibrating, adds, “Can I start with the throwing knives?!”

Jared *whimpers.* “Oh, *this* is gonna be a disaster.”

Misha, watching from the sidelines, just pats his shoulder. “Good luck, buddy. I’ll be *nowhere near* that mess.”

Jared mutters, “Traitor.”

Mrs. Faulkner claps her hands. “Alright, first things first—driving. Then, weapons training. And *then* you two get to cook dinner.”

Jensen and Jared *groan in unison.*

Jared sighs. “This is *so* not how I thought today would go.”

Jensen just gestures toward the wheel. “Welcome to my *entire* day, man.”

**Mrs. Faulkner’s Next Target: Misha**

As Jensen reluctantly guides Jordan through his driving lesson and Jared tries to come to terms with his upcoming *weapons training boot camp,* Mrs. Faulkner slowly turns her gaze to **Misha.**

Misha, who had been *quite* content watching Jensen and Jared suffer, suddenly feels a chill run down his spine. He turns his head slowly, only to find Mrs. Faulkner staring **directly** at him, arms crossed, one eyebrow raised.

He blinks. “Uh… why are you looking at me like that?”

Mrs. Faulkner taps her chin, clearly *thinking.* “Just wondering what I should have *you* do.”

Misha *immediately* shakes his head. “Nope. Nope, I’m just the innocent bystander here. *Neutral party.*”

Jared *snorts.* “Yeah, good luck with that, buddy.”

Jensen, still salty about his predicament, smirks. “Oh no, Misha. You’re *absolutely* not getting out of this.”

The boys, *sensing* another victim, all turn toward Mrs. Faulkner eagerly.

Alex grins. “Ooooh, what’s *he* gonna do?”

Tyler adds, “Maybe he can teach us how to do that creepy trench coat stare?”

Misha sighs dramatically. “I feel like I’m being *hunted.*”

Mrs. Faulkner smiles innocently. “Well, you *did* bring yourself here.”

Misha groans. “Okay, fine. *What’s my punishment?*”

Mrs. Faulkner taps her chin. “Hmm. Well, we’ve got driving covered… weapons training handled… cooking taken care of…”

Then, her eyes *light up.*

Jensen bursts out laughing. “Oh, she *just* got an idea. You’re screwed, dude.”

Misha sighs. “Just rip the Band-Aid off. What am I doing?”

Mrs. Faulkner grins. **“You’re in charge of entertainment.”**

Misha frowns. “Entertainment?”

She nods. “That’s right. Games, fun activities, and—oh! You’re also in charge of making sure the cake doesn’t get destroyed.”

Misha *gasps.* “Oh, come on! That’s an *impossible* task with these guys!”

Noah raises his hand. “Yeah, that’s true.”

Jake shrugs. “Not saying we’ll *try* to mess with the cake, but… it *could* happen.”

Jared grins. “Dude, you’re basically the party planner now.”

Misha throws his hands in the air. “I WASN’T EVEN SUPPOSED TO BE HERE TODAY.”

Mrs. Faulkner pats his shoulder. “And yet, here you are.”

Jensen smirks. “Sucks to be you, man.”

Misha groans. “I *hate* all of you.”

The boys *cheer,* because this birthday just keeps getting *better and better.*

**Mrs. Faulkner’s Next Target: Jim Beaver**

As Misha groans in defeat, officially roped into being the *party planner,* Mrs. Faulkner scans the group once more, her eyes landing on **Jim Beaver.**

Jim, who had been quietly watching the chaos unfold with an amused smirk, *immediately* stiffens. He knows that look. That’s the look of a woman *on a mission.*

He mutters, “Oh hell.”

Jensen and Jared both *burst out laughing.* “Ohhh, she got you now, Jim.”

Misha, *desperate* to shift attention away from himself, grins. “Yep. Welcome to the club, buddy.”

Mrs. Faulkner crosses her arms and raises an eyebrow at him. “Well, well, *Bobby Singer.* Trying to lay low, are we?”

Jim sighs and rubs his face. “Look, lady, I may be old, but I ain’t stupid. I *know* you’re about to rope me into something, so just tell me what it is and let’s get this over with.”

Mrs. Faulkner smirks. “Glad to hear you’re being cooperative.”

The boys are watching, *thrilled* to see another adult dragged into the madness.

Jake leans over to Alex. “Dude, she’s like a *strategic mastermind.*”

Tyler nods. “One by one, she’s taking them *all* down.”

Mrs. Faulkner taps her chin, pretending to think, then smiles. **“You’re in charge of supervising Jensen and Jared while they cook.”**

Jim *immediately* scowls. “Oh, *hell no.* I ain’t babysitting those two idjits in a kitchen.”

Jared *gasps dramatically.* “Excuse *me?!*”

Jensen crosses his arms. “Dude, we *can* cook.”

Jim glares. “Yeah, and I can *pilot a spaceship,* don’t mean I should be doin’ it.”

Mrs. Faulkner grins. “Exactly. Which is why *you’ll be making sure they don’t burn my house down.*”

Jim sighs, looking up at the sky like he’s asking for divine intervention. “This is my punishment for all the times I called Sam and Dean *idjits,* ain’t it?”

Misha claps him on the back. “Welcome to the *doomed* club.”

Jensen smirks. “Hope you like *micromanaging,* old man.”

Jim groans. “I *hate* all of you.”

Mrs. Faulkner, completely unbothered, just pats his shoulder. “Great. You start after the driving lessons.”

Jim shakes his head. “I should’ve stayed home.”

Noah grins. “Nah, then you would’ve missed *all* of this.”

Jim grumbles under his breath, but deep down… he knows he wouldn’t miss this for the world.

**Mrs. Faulkner’s Next Target: Felicia Day**

As Jim grumbles about his fate, Mrs. Faulkner once again scans the group, her eyes settling on **Felicia Day.**

Felicia, who had been *quietly enjoying* the show from the sidelines, suddenly feels the weight of Mrs. Faulkner’s gaze. She looks up mid-sip of her drink, eyes darting around like a deer caught in headlights.

“Oh no,” she mutters.

Misha grins, *ecstatic* to no longer be the newest victim. “Yep. *She’s got you now.*”

Felicia sighs and sets down her drink. “Okay, fine. Hit me. What’s my fate?”

Mrs. Faulkner smirks. **“You’re teaching the boys Dungeons & Dragons.”**

Felicia *immediately* lights up. “Oh. *Ohhh!* Okay, *now* we’re talking!”

Jared laughs. “Wow, she just went from *victim* to *excited* in record time.”

Felicia *claps her hands together.* “Alright, boys, who’s ready to embark on a grand adventure full of magic, mystery, and *dice-based decision-making?!*”

Tyler squints. “Uh… that sounds nerdy.”

Felicia *gasps,* looking personally *offended.* “*How dare you?*”

Alex nudges Tyler. “Dude, we literally just did a race with *Baby.* We’re already living a geek dream.”

Jake grins. “Yeah, plus, if she’s teaching, that means we get to *learn from Charlie Bradbury herself.*”

Felicia points at him. “*Thank you,* Jake. Finally, someone with *taste.*”

Mrs. Faulkner nods in satisfaction. “Good. You can set up after dinner.”

Felicia *salutes.* “You got it, boss. I’ll make sure their first campaign is *epic.*”

Jensen crosses his arms. “Just make sure they don’t turn into dice-obsessed gremlins.”

Felicia smirks. “Too late. It only takes *one session* before you start carrying dice in your pockets like a *goblin.*”

Jared groans. “Great. More nerds.”

Misha laughs. “Dude, we’re literally *all* nerds.”

Jared sighs, defeated. “Yeah, yeah. Fine. But if *I* get pulled into this, I’m playing a *barbarian.*”

Felicia *grins.* “Deal.”

Mrs. Faulkner, having successfully assigned **everyone** a task, dusts off her hands and smiles. **“Perfect. Now, let’s get back to those driving lessons.”**

Jensen *groans.* “Oh, *right.*”

And with that, the *most chaotic birthday ever* continues.

**Jordan’s Driving Lesson**

Jensen sighs as he switches places with Jordan, moving into the passenger seat of *Baby.* He adjusts his seatbelt and gives Jordan a serious look.

“Alright, kid,” Jensen says, cracking his knuckles. “Rule number one—*respect* the car.”

Jordan nods, gripping the steering wheel. “Got it.”

Jensen narrows his eyes. “Rule number two—*if you crash her, I will haunt you for the rest of your life.*”

Jordan swallows hard. “Noted.”

Jared leans in from the backseat, smirking. “Rule number three—*don’t listen to rule number two, he’s just being dramatic.*”

Jensen glares at him. “*Am not.*”

Mrs. Faulkner, standing outside with her arms crossed, calls out, **“Jensen, let him start the car already.”**

Jensen sighs. “Fine, fine. Okay, Jordan, foot on the brake, turn the key.”

Jordan takes a deep breath and turns the key. *Baby* rumbles to life beneath him, the engine’s deep growl vibrating through the seat. His eyes widen in awe.

“Whoa,” he breathes.

Jensen smirks. “Yeah. She’s got power. Treat her right.”

Jordan nods and grips the wheel tighter. “What now?”

Jensen gestures ahead. “Alright, ease off the brake and *gently* press the gas.”

Jordan does as instructed, and *Baby* rolls forward smoothly. His face lights up with excitement.

Jared leans forward. “Not bad, kid. You’re not terrifying me *yet.*”

Jensen chuckles. “Alright, keep it steady. Hands at ten and two—”

Jordan abruptly swerves slightly, and Jensen’s hand shoots out to grab the wheel. “Whoa, whoa, whoa—*gentle* corrections, not wrestling the thing!”

Jordan laughs nervously. “Sorry, I got excited.”

Jensen sighs. “Yeah, yeah, just focus. Now, let’s try a turn—*slowly.*”

Jordan makes the turn successfully, his confidence growing. “This is actually kinda awesome.”

Jensen smirks. “Told ya.”

As they continue down the block, Mrs. Faulkner watches with a small smile. One lesson down—*several* more to go.

Jordan starts to get the hang of things as he coasts down the street, his grip on the wheel *a little* less tense now. The rumble of *Baby’s* engine fills the air, and he can’t help but grin.

“This is actually pretty easy,” Jordan says confidently.

Jensen *immediately* shakes his head. “Whoa, whoa, whoa—don’t jinx it, kid.”

Jared smirks from the backseat. “Yeah, confidence is great and all, but the second you say it’s easy—”

Right on cue, Jordan hesitates at a stop sign, then presses the gas *a little too hard.* The Impala *lurches forward,* and Jensen *instinctively* grabs the dashboard.

“*Whoa!*” Jordan yelps, quickly correcting himself.

Jensen lets out a breath. “Okay. Not bad. Just… *ease* into it next time, alright?”

Jordan nods quickly. “Got it.”

Jared chuckles. “At least he didn’t hit a curb.”

Jensen rolls his eyes. “Yet.”

They continue driving, Jordan cautiously making another turn while *Baby* purrs smoothly under his control. This time, he nails it—no overcorrection, no swerving.

Jensen nods in approval. “Alright, now pull over nice and slow.”

Jordan carefully guides the car toward the curb, hitting the brakes with just the right amount of pressure. *Baby* comes to a clean stop.

Jensen leans back, impressed. “Not bad, kid. You’re not half bad for a beginner.”

Jordan grins. “Does that mean I passed?”

Jensen snorts. “It means you didn’t scare me *completely* to death, so yeah, I’d call it a win.”

Jared claps Jordan on the shoulder. “Nice job, dude. You didn’t crash, and Jensen still has his hair. I’d say that’s a success.”

Mrs. Faulkner walks up to the car as Jordan steps out, her arms crossed. “How’d he do?”

Jensen shrugs. “Better than expected. No disasters, so I’ll take it.”

Jordan beams proudly, and the boys cheer him on as he joins them.

Mrs. Faulkner nods, satisfied. “Good. One down, a few more to go.”

Jensen sighs, rubbing his face. “Yeah, yeah. Who’s next?”

The boys exchange *excited* (and slightly *mischievous*) looks.

Jensen groans. *This is going to be a long day.*

**Evan’s Driving Lesson**

Jensen sighs as Evan slides into the driver’s seat, looking *a little* too eager. Jared, still lounging in the backseat, smirks.

“Alright, kid,” Jensen says, adjusting his seatbelt. “Rule number one—”

“*Respect the car,*” Evan says, cutting him off with a grin. “Yeah, yeah, Jordan just did this, I know the rules.”

Jensen narrows his eyes. “Oh, *you think you know everything now?*”

Evan shrugs. “I mean, I just watched Jordan do it. Looks easy.”

Jared groans. “Oh, great. We got a *cocky* one.”

Mrs. Faulkner, standing outside with her arms crossed, calls out, **“Jensen, quit stalling and let him start the car.”**

Jensen sighs, rubbing his temples. “Fine. Evan, foot on the brake, turn the key.”

Evan turns the key, and *Baby* roars to life. He lets out a *massive* grin.

“*Ohhh,* this is *awesome.*”

Jensen smirks. “Yeah, yeah. Now *focus.* Ease off the brake, *gentle* on the gas.”

Evan does as told… except instead of easing, he *punches* the gas a little too hard. *Baby* jerks forward, and Jensen’s hand *slams* onto the dashboard.

“*WHOA!*” Jensen shouts.

Evan quickly takes his foot off the gas, eyes wide. “Sorry! Sorry!”

Jared is *cackling* in the back. “Oh man, that was almost a *disaster.*”

Jensen glares at him, then turns back to Evan. “Okay, new rule—*do not treat the gas pedal like an on/off switch!*”

Evan chuckles nervously. “Got it. Gentle. I can do gentle.”

Jensen exhales. “Alright. Try again. *Slowly.*”

This time, Evan *actually* listens, and *Baby* rolls forward smoothly.

“There you go,” Jensen nods, watching closely. “Nice and steady.”

Evan grins, getting more comfortable. He makes it a full block without issue before Jensen instructs, “Alright, now let’s try a turn.”

Evan turns the wheel, but *way too early.* *Baby* drifts slightly toward the curb, and Jensen grabs the wheel to help adjust.

“Not *that* early, kid!” Jensen says, guiding him back.

Evan laughs, embarrassed. “I thought I was supposed to turn before I got there.”

“Yeah, but not *half a block* before,” Jared teases.

Evan corrects himself, and the rest of the drive goes *a lot* smoother. After another block, Jensen tells him to pull over, and Evan manages a *decent* stop.

Jensen sighs, rubbing his face. “Okay. That was *something.*”

Evan looks hopeful. “Did I pass?”

Jensen smirks. “Let’s just say *Baby* is still in one piece, and that’s a *miracle.*”

Evan grins. “Sweet!”

Jared claps him on the back. “Not bad, kid. You scared Jensen more than Jordan did, so that’s a win in *my* book.”

Mrs. Faulkner walks up as Evan hops out. “How’d he do?”

Jensen sighs dramatically. “Well, we’re *alive,* so I’ll take it.”

Mrs. Faulkner chuckles. “Good. Next!”

Jensen groans. *Two down… how many more to go?*

**Alex’s Driving Lesson**

Jensen takes a deep breath as Alex slides into the driver’s seat, looking *way* too confident for his own good.

“Alright, hotshot,” Jensen says, buckling in. “Let’s see if you’re as good as you think you are.”

Alex smirks. “I’ve played racing games. This should be easy.”

Jared *bursts out laughing* from the backseat. “Ohhh no. He’s *one of those* guys.”

Jensen shakes his head. “Listen, kid, *Baby* is *not* some video game car. There are no reset buttons, no rewind features. *You mess up, you fix it.* Got it?”

Alex nods, still grinning. “Got it.”

Mrs. Faulkner, standing outside the car, calls out, **“Jensen, quit lecturing and let him drive.”**

Jensen mutters, “Yeah, yeah,” and gestures to the ignition. “Foot on the brake, turn the key.”

Alex starts the car, and *Baby* roars to life. His grin widens.

“Alright,” Jensen says. “Ease off the brake and *slowly* press the gas.”

Alex *actually* listens—unlike Evan—and *Baby* rolls forward smoothly.

Jensen raises an eyebrow. “Huh. Not bad.”

Alex smirks. “Told you—”

Before he can finish, he *takes a turn a little too sharp,* and *Baby* veers toward the curb. Jensen’s hand *immediately* shoots out to correct him.

“*Too much!*” Jensen warns.

Alex straightens out, gripping the wheel tighter. “Okay, okay, my bad.”

Jared snickers. “Still think those racing games helped?”

Alex mutters, “Shut up,” and focuses harder.

They continue down the block, and this time, Alex keeps his turns *a little* smoother. After a few minutes, Jensen relaxes *slightly.*

“Alright, next challenge,” Jensen says. “Parallel park.”

Alex’s eyes widen. “What? *Already?!*”

Jensen smirks. “Yeah, let’s see if those video game skills actually count.”

Alex exhales, sizing up the parking spot Jensen pointed out. He throws the car in reverse, turns the wheel, and starts backing in… but *too shallow.*

Jensen sighs. “Yeah, no. That’s not it.”

Alex groans. “I thought I had it.”

Jared leans forward. “Wanna use a cheat code?”

Alex glares. “There *are no cheat codes,* Jared.”

Jensen smirks. “Smart kid.”

After a few more tries (and a *lot* of muttering under his breath), Alex finally *somewhat* manages to get *Baby* into the spot.

Jensen nods. “Not terrible for a first try. Needs work, though.”

Alex sighs. “So… did I pass?”

Jensen shrugs. “You did better than Evan, at least.”

Jared snickers. “Low bar.”

Mrs. Faulkner walks up, arms crossed. “How’d he do?”

Jensen smirks. “Let’s just say he *thinks* he’s better than he actually is.”

Alex groans. “Ugh, fine. I’ll practice.”

Mrs. Faulkner pats his shoulder. “Good answer. Alright, next up!”

Jensen leans back. *Three down… who’s next?

**Jake’s Driving Lesson**

Jensen takes a deep breath as Jake settles into the driver’s seat, adjusting the mirrors like he’s *actually taking this seriously.* Jensen immediately feels a flicker of hope.

“Alright, Jake,” he says. “You know the drill. Foot on the brake, turn the key.”

Jake nods and starts *Baby* smoothly. Unlike Evan and Alex, he doesn’t make a big deal out of it—no wild grins, no overconfidence.

Jensen raises an eyebrow. “Huh. Not bad.”

Jared, lounging in the backseat, smirks. “I dunno, I kinda miss the panic reactions.”

Jake snorts. “Yeah, that’s not happening.”

Jensen chuckles. “Good. Now, let’s see if you can actually *drive.*”

Jake eases off the brake and presses the gas *just right,* smoothly pulling away from the curb.

Jensen nods, impressed. “Alright, alright. Now try a turn up ahead.”

Jake signals properly (*unlike Alex*), slows down, and takes the turn *without drama.*

Jared leans forward, mock-whispering, “Okay, this is boring. Can you mess up a little?”

Jake laughs. “Sorry to disappoint.”

Jensen, still watching closely, instructs, “Alright, pick up speed a little.”

Jake smoothly accelerates, keeping control of *Baby* the whole time. Jensen glances over at him, nodding approvingly.

“Alright, parallel park,” Jensen says, crossing his arms.

Jake pulls up to the spot, checks his mirrors, and *actually* takes his time lining it up. He backs in *carefully,* adjusting just enough to fit the car in nearly *perfectly.*

Jensen blinks. “Well, damn.”

Jared whistles. “Okay, *now* I’m impressed.”

Jake grins. “Guess all those practice runs in Mom’s SUV paid off.”

Jensen stares at him. “You’ve been *practicing?*”

Jake shrugs. “A little.”

Mrs. Faulkner, standing outside, smirks. “More than a little.”

Jensen sighs, rubbing his face. “Alright, kid. I’ll say it—you *win.* Best driver so far.”

Jake beams. “Nice.”

Jared laughs. “Which means *now* you get to drive us back.”

Jake doesn’t even hesitate. “Fine by me.”

As *Baby* smoothly rolls forward, Jensen leans back, exhaling.

“Finally, a break from *chaos.*”

Mrs faulkner oh you ain't done yet Jensen there's still Noah and tyler.

**Jensen’s Nightmare Continues**

Jensen groans dramatically, letting his head fall back against the seat. “Mrs. Faulkner, *please,* I’m begging you—cut me some slack.”

Mrs. Faulkner crosses her arms, smirking. “Nope. You *offered,* remember?”

Jared cackles from the backseat. “Oh man, this is the gift that keeps on giving.”

Jensen sighs, rubbing his temples. “Alright, fine. Who’s next? Let’s get this over with.”

Noah *immediately* jumps forward, grinning. “Me!”

Jensen closes his eyes. *Of course it’s Noah.*

Mrs. Faulkner pats Jensen’s shoulder. “Hang in there, champ. Two more to go.”

Jensen mutters, “I survived demons, ghosts, and vampires. I can survive *this.*”

Jared grins. “We’ll see about that.”

**Noah’s Driving Lesson**

Jensen takes a deep breath as Noah bounces into the driver’s seat, looking *way* too excited.

“Alright, kid,” Jensen says, bracing himself. “You know the rules—”

Noah interrupts, grinning. “Yeah, yeah. Respect the car, don’t crash, don’t kill us. Got it.”

Jensen sighs. “That’s… *not* exactly how I said it, but sure.”

Jared leans forward from the backseat. “This is gonna be *hilarious.*”

Noah grips the wheel like he’s about to launch into hyperspace. Jensen eyes him warily. “Foot on the brake. *Gently* turn the key.”

Noah starts *Baby* without issue, then glances at Jensen expectantly.

“Alright, ease off the brake and—”

Before Jensen can finish, Noah *slams* the gas. *Baby* *lurches* forward. Jensen *grabs* the dashboard, Jared *yelps,* and Mrs. Faulkner shouts from outside, **“NOAH!”**

Noah slams the brakes, and everyone jerks forward. He looks over at Jensen sheepishly. “Uh… *my bad.*”

Jensen exhales sharply. “*You think?!*”

Jared is *dying* laughing in the back. “Ohhh man, I think I just saw my life flash before my eyes.”

Mrs. Faulkner crosses her arms, glaring. “Noah, *gentle.*”

Noah nods quickly. “Got it. *Gentle.*”

Jensen collects himself, breathing deeply. “Alright. Try again. *This time, like a normal human.*”

Noah *actually* listens this time, easing onto the gas more smoothly. The car moves forward at a reasonable speed, and Jensen finally unclenches his jaw.

“Alright,” he mutters. “That’s better.”

Noah grins. “I *got this* now.”

Jensen shakes his head. “Don’t get cocky.”

Noah makes it down the street without *too* much trouble, but then they reach the stop sign.

“Okay,” Jensen instructs. “Come to a complete stop.”

Noah does… *kind of.* The car *rolls* forward slightly after stopping.

Jensen raises an eyebrow. “That was not a complete stop.”

Noah shrugs. “It was *almost* a stop.”

Jared snorts. “Oh, he’s one of *those* drivers.”

Jensen sighs. “Alright, back up and try it again.”

Noah *actually* comes to a full stop this time, then grins. “See? I learn fast.”

Jensen just shakes his head. “Parallel park.”

Noah’s grin *immediately* vanishes. “Wait, *what?*”

Jared cackles. “Yeah, buddy. Time to suffer.”

Noah groans, pulling up to the spot. He throws the car in reverse and… completely *botches* the angle.

Jensen facepalms. “*Noah.*”

Noah tries again. And again. And—

Jared finally bursts out laughing. “Dude, you are *so bad* at this!”

Noah glares at him. “*I’m trying!*”

Mrs. Faulkner, watching from outside, sighs. “He’s worse than Alex.”

Jensen mutters, “I didn’t think that was *possible.*”

Eventually—*after a lot of struggling*—Noah gets *Baby* parked *decently* enough.

Jensen lets out a long sigh. “Okay. You’re *done.* Get out.”

Noah grins. “So… I passed?”

Jensen rubs his face. “You *survived.* I’ll count it.”

Noah fist-pumps. “Nice.”

Mrs. Faulkner shakes her head. “Alright, one more.”

Jensen groans. “Please tell me it’s not—”

Tyler steps forward, smirking. “My turn.”

Jensen *dies a little inside.*

As Tyler gets in for his lesson Jordan notices the look in his eyes he's gone baby brain, Jordan quickly goes up to Jensen handing him and Jared diapers saying you guys might want these.

**Tyler’s Driving Lesson—Disaster Incoming**

Jensen stares at the diaper in his hands. Then at Jared, who looks just as baffled. Then at *Jordan,* who is *dead serious.*

Jensen blinks. “Uh… what?”

Jordan sighs. “*Trust me.*” He gestures toward Tyler, who’s already in the driver’s seat, gripping the wheel with *wide, excited eyes.* “He’s gone *baby brain.*”

Jared snickers. “Oh *this* is gonna be good.”

Jensen groans. “Oh, hell no.” He looks at Mrs. Faulkner. “Are you *sure* this is safe?”

Mrs. Faulkner shrugs. “Define *safe.*”

Jensen rubs his temples. “Oh, that’s not reassuring *at all.*”

**The Lesson Begins**

Jensen reluctantly gets in the passenger seat, while Jared *grudgingly* slides into the back.

Jensen fastens his seatbelt *extra tight.* Jared follows suit.

“Alright, Tyler,” Jensen says cautiously. “Foot on the brake. *Gently* start the car.”

Tyler turns the key, and *Baby* roars to life. His grin *widens*—which immediately worries Jensen.

Jensen raises a finger. “*GENTLE* on the gas, okay?”

Tyler nods enthusiastically. “Got it.”

**He does *not* got it.**

Tyler *slams* the gas pedal, and *Baby* shoots forward like a bat out of hell.

Jensen and Jared scream *simultaneously.*

“TYLER, BRAKE! *BRAKE!*” Jensen yells, gripping the dashboard.

Tyler lets out a *joyful giggle* but actually slams the brake—*way too hard.* The car jerks to a *violent* stop, sending Jared face-first into the back of the seat.

Jared groans. “I *hate* this.”

Mrs. Faulkner sighs from outside. “I *told* you.”

Jensen takes a *long* breath, turning to glare at Tyler. “Okay. That was *bad.* Let’s try again. But *slowly.*”

Tyler beams. “Okay!”

Jensen *hesitates* before saying, “Go ahead.”

Tyler *somewhat* eases onto the gas this time. The car moves forward at a reasonable speed.

Jensen sighs in relief. “Alright. Not bad. Now—”

Tyler *suddenly swerves* for no reason.

Jared yelps. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!”

Tyler grins. “I saw a squirrel!”

Jensen shouts, “DID YOU PLAN TO *CHASE IT?!*”

Mrs. Faulkner *facepalms.* “Oh, for the love of—Tyler, *focus!*”

Tyler laughs, straightening out. “I *am!*”

Jensen groans. “Okay. Fine. Just… turn up ahead.”

Tyler does, but *takes the turn way too fast.* *Baby* *tilts* slightly.

Jared *screams.* “*WE’RE GONNA DIE!*”

Jensen grips the dashboard. “*Tyler!*”

Tyler corrects, still grinning. “Oops. My bad.”

Jensen exhales slowly. “Okay. One more thing—parallel park.”

Tyler *perks up.* “Oh, I *love* parking!”

Jensen *immediately* regrets this. “Wait, what?”

Tyler *throws* the car into reverse and *SPEEDS BACKWARD.*

Jensen and Jared scream *again.*

“STOP, STOP, STOP!” Jensen yells.

Tyler slams the brake *just in time.* The car stops—*mostly* in the spot.

Jared is *panting.* “Oh. My. *God.*”

Mrs. Faulkner walks up, looking unimpressed. “Well?”

Jensen shakes his head. “No. *Absolutely not.*”

Tyler pouts. “But I *parked!*”

Jensen points a shaking finger. “You parked with *pure luck!*”

Mrs. Faulkner sighs. “Alright. That’s enough for today.”

Jensen *throws open the door and stumbles out.* “I *need* a drink.”

Jared follows, muttering, “I need *therapy.*”

Jordan grins, holding up the diapers. “Told you you’d need these.”

Jensen glares. “*Not funny.*”

Tyler hops out, still beaming. “So, did I pass?”

Jensen stares at him. “*NO.*”

Mrs faulkner: Jensen where's the pie

Jensen, still looking traumatized from Tyler’s driving, blinks at the question. “Pie?”

Mrs. Faulkner crosses her arms. “Yes. *Pie.* You *did* bring pie, right?”

Jensen’s eyes widen. “Uh… I… might’ve forgotten?”

The entire group goes *silent.*

Jordan gasps. “You *forgot* the pie?”

Noah shakes his head. “Dude. That’s, like, an *unforgivable sin.*”

Jared bursts out laughing. “Ohhh, you *screwed up* now, buddy.”

Mrs. Faulkner pinches the bridge of her nose. “Jensen, I invited you into my home, let you *teach* the boys how to drive, and you show up with *no pie?*”

Jensen looks between them all, then *points at Misha.* “Uh—he was supposed to bring it!”

Misha raises an eyebrow. “Excuse me?”

Jensen nods *frantically.* “Yeah! Totally! You *said* you were bringing pie, remember?”

Misha stares at him for a long moment, then smirks. “No, I didn’t. But nice try.”

Jensen groans, running a hand down his face. “Fine. *Fine!* I’ll go get the stupid pie.”

Mrs. Faulkner nods. “Good. Take Tyler with you.”

Jensen freezes. “*What?*”

Tyler’s grin returns. “*Road trip!*”

Jensen stares at Mrs. Faulkner, completely betrayed. “Are you *trying* to kill me?”

Mrs. Faulkner just smirks. “Drive safe.”

Mrs faulkner says I didn't say you had to let him drive in fact if you want Jake can drive.

Jensen sighs in *pure relief.* “Oh, thank *Chuck.*”

Tyler pouts. “Aww, but I wanted to drive!”

Jensen shoots him a look. “Yeah, and I *wanted to live to see tomorrow.*”

Mrs. Faulkner smirks. “Alright, Jake, you’re up.”

Jake grins, grabbing the keys. “Sweet! Let’s go.”

Jensen eyes him. “You *actually* know how to drive *Baby* properly, right?”

Jake shrugs. “Better than Tyler.”

Jensen nods. “Okay, low bar, but I’ll take it.”

Jared, still chuckling, pats Jensen’s shoulder. “Good luck, man. Don’t forget *the pie this time.*”

Jensen glares. “I *won’t.*”

As Jake, Jensen, and Tyler pile into *Baby* to go get the *sacred pie,* Mrs. Faulkner turns to Misha with a smirk.

“So… any ideas on what *you’re* gonna do with the boys today?”

Misha pauses, thinking. Then his face lights up with mischief.

“Oh, I have *some ideas.*”