Dean all but scowled at Claire as she fastened the hat under his chin, but he complied. If it was going to draw a smile out of Sammy on his birthday, it was worth it...still, Dean thought smugly, he'd make sure that they each got to wear an even more dorky looking hat in the not so distant future.
When Ben shouted surprise, Dean did as well, pulling his own handful of party poppers. Ben got a lot of his 'bad' habits from his Dad, and hoarding the fun party toys was definately one of them. "Happy birthday, Sammy!" He called out the moment he saw his brother's long, lanky legs come down the stairs. "Glad you finally made it."