𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐕𝐄

𝘚𝘞𝘐𝘛𝘊𝘏𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘛𝘏𝘐𝘕𝘎𝘚 𝘜𝘗

━━━ THE LOCAL BURGER SHOP IN HOUSATONIC, MASSACHUSETTS WAS ALIVE WITH PATRONS AROUND THE WINCHESTERS AND THEO. It was just creeping up to noon so the fast food joint was busy with hungry customers, most of them being businessman who had run out quickly to grab a bite to eat on their lunch breaks. Dean had suggested the place for them to eat while they worked on their new hunt which involved their old childhood babysitter, Donna, and her family. Her daughter, Katie, had woken up with the words "MURDERED CHYLDE" etched into her stomach and they'd heard scratching in the walls along with cold drafts. 

Dean walked over to the booth Sam, Delaney and Theo had found them, dropping everyone's food in front of them. Dean, Delaney and Theo had all gotten a variation of cheeseburgers or bacon cheeseburgers while Sam was the only one to get the plastic cup filled with salad. It was placed in a shake cup instead of a bowl. Which meant the middle Winchester had to pour his dressing into the cup and then shake it as if he were mixing a cocktail.

The rattling sound of the salad and croutons was louder than Sam expected and he scrunched his nose up when Dean, Delaney and Theo all stared at him. "Sorry, I know, okay?"

"No, no, shake it up for us, big boy," Theo mused, shimmying his shoulders from his spot next to Delaney which earned him a swift punch to the shoulder when he bumped into Delaney. Though, the Winchester female failed at hiding her amused smile. The two had finally begun to get along the past few days, taking on their truce to be friends in stride and it felt like old times between them again. Before they'd started hooking up when they were teenagers and were just two eight year olds building mud pies in Bobby's backyard.

Dean rolled his eyes at their antics and began to unroll his burger, a grin gracing his features as his green eyes shined with something Delaney couldn't quite decipher. "Poltergeist crap aside, Donna looked pretty good, don't you guys think?"

Delaney snorted, pausing in bringing her own burger to her mouth as her own green eyes snapped over to Dean in wide amazement. "No fucking way. Tell me you still have the hots for Donna."

"What? No, brat," Dean huffed at Delaney, trying to laugh her off as if she weren't telling the truth. He was many things . . . but being subtle was definitely not on the list of skills Dean inhabited. "That's just weird, Della. I'm just saying that she, you know, she — she's doing good. You know, with her husband, her kid. This whole Amityville thing being thrown at them, and they're hanging tough."

Sam contemplated Dean's words for a moment and shrugged, nodding along in agreement. "Yeah, I guess you're right."

Dean hummed and fiddled with the packaging of his newly unwrapped burger, pursing his lips. "Do you — do you guys ever think that you'd want something like that? You know wife or husband, rugrats, the whole nine?"

Delaney exhaled heavily and frowned softly, wishing she could have that. A family was something that Delaney had always wanted. Something that her and Will talked about constantly, more so towards the end of his life when he was preparing to propose to her. Now . . . now it seems like that dream is one Delaney would never get to make true. Not with the life she lead or the fact that Lucifer stalked her around like a lost puppy just waiting for her to let him in. "I mean . . . I used to, but not — not anymore. Kinda hard to even think about when you got Lucifer riding your ass."

"Right . . ." Dean trailed off, realizing he might have broached a sensitive topic and grabbed up his burger ready to eat it finally. "Alright, Sammy, what do you got?"

"Uh, well, that house of theirs, it's old — really old," Sam informed, scrolling through whatever website he'd had pulled up on his laptop while they were waiting for Dean to get the food. "Um, hundreds of years. I found a legend. It's unconfirmed, but still . . . supposedly, in the 1720s, house was owned by a guy named Isaiah Pickett. Legend has it he hung a woman in his backyard for witchcraft — a woman named Maggie Briggs."

Theo raised an eyebrow at Sam's findings, leaning his arms on the table and popping a fry into his mouth. "So . . . we got an angry ghost witch?"

Sam shrugged lamely and began to type at his laptop again. "I mean — if it's true. However, I still have no idea what "MURDERED CHYLDE" even means. Or where Maggie is even buried. It's a long way back, but I can try to find something in the town records for it."

"Worth a shot, Sammy Boy."

Much to the Winchesters luck, Sam had found no evidence on any Maggie Briggs existing or where she'd been buried. The boys figured the story might be a hoax and they'd have to dig deeper, but they could do that in the morning and give themselves sometime to just breathe and relax after being on the road for so long. 

However, when Sam hadn't come back after an hour of their phone call . . . Delaney started to worry something happened to him so she'd convinced Dean to go with her and Theo and drive around to see if they could find him. He hadn't been far away when he had first called them so there was no way it should have taken him more than ten minutes the most to get back to the room. It could be nothing and Sam probably stopped to get them all coffees or something, but surely he would have called them first. Plus . . . with how things were going for the Winchesters lately, you never know what could happen.

After coming up empty on their drive around town, the trio made their way back to the motel room to see if Sam had shown up back there and then Dean promised a panicking Delaney that they'd just track his phone afterwards to see where he'd gone. The promise held Delaney for the minute as they climbed the steps up to their motel room and entered, thankfully with Sam standing in it.

"Oh, Sammy, thank God!" Delaney sighed in relief and rushed over to her brother, wrapping her arms tightly around him. The taller man stumbled and gaped at her like he'd never seen her before in his life. She furrowed her eyebrows at him when he didn't hug her back like he always did, if anything . . . he looked awkward having her hug him. Usually it was Dean who initially tried to push her off before relenting and letting her hug him as if he didn't secretly love it in the first place. "Where were you? You feeling okay? Dean and I have been trying to call."

"I, uh — " Sam stammered as Delaney disentangled from him, confusion still etched into her features as something about him seemed off, but she couldn't figure out what it was. "Um, sorry. I got us all food." He snatched up the two bags of still hot food and held them out to Dean, Delaney and Theo who still eyed him warily. "Two bacon burger turbos, one cheeseburger and two large chili-cheese fries, right? I just . . . sorry, I lost track of time. Didn't mean to freak you guys out."

Dean seemed to take Sam's word for it and snatched the food with his food in it, digging his hand in and handing off the burgers to Delaney and Theo. "Thanks. Don't know why it took you two hours, but thanks."

"Oh, um, actually you're gonna want to eat those on the road," Sam grimaced, stopping the trio from opening up their burgers and digging into them. "The maid came in, saw that," — he jerked his chin in the direction of the weapons laying out on the bed from when Dean had been cleaning the weapons earlier — "and now they're all freaking out."

Theo slapped a hand to his side and scoffed at Sam, eyeing Sam like he had three heads. "Dude, why would you let the maid in? You know we never do that."

"It just kinda happened! I don't know."

Dean groaned and shoved his burger back in the bag, pushing it into Theo's chest as he passed by him. "Whatever. I'm gonna hit the head, then we head out."

"Alright, I'll wait outside!" Sam called after Dean, picking up his cellphone from the bed and running out of the room, leaving behind Delaney and Theo.

Delaney crossed her arms as the door to the motel room swiftly shut behind Sam's retreating form and she glanced over to Theo. "Is it just me . . . or is Sam acting strange?"

Theo chuckled softly and dropped his and Delaney's burgers into the to-go back with Dean's before he dropped it on the bed and began to pick up the weapons so he could throw them into the weapons bag. "He's a Winchester, of course he's acting strange." His laughter only increased when Delaney gasped and playfully pushed him. "Kidding, kidding. He probably just feels guilty for letting in the maid. He must have just been on his way in from getting the food when the maid showed up."

Delaney puffed out her cheeks, not fully buying into the whole thing. She knew something was up with Sam, but she wasn't sure what. She made a mental note to talk to Sam and see if something had happened while he was looking into Maggie Briggs.

Sam was definitely acting odd . . . and not in his usual Sam oddness either. Delaney seemed to be the only one so far to really pick up on it, but Delaney had been eyeing her brother the whole night and into the morning.

First, last night he'd asked to drive, which wasn't odd for Sam. He sometimes asked Dean to drive to give the eldest Winchester a break. Delaney never asked because every time she did, Dean burst into laughter and merely pat her on the head. That wasn't the weird part . . . the weird part had been that Sam hadn't even known he'd put the car in reverse. He was usually a really good driver, probably the best one out of the siblings. Yet, he hadn't realized it was in reverse? For some reason, that little action had stuck out to her.

Plus there was the him not hugging her back and staring down at her like he'd seen her for the first time. Sam always accepted her hugs and would chuckle, joking about love her back and rubbing her back in a brotherly way. Sometimes he'd even tease her about how her head only reached his chest thanks to their height difference of a whole foot. However, that time Sam had gone rigid and looked like he'd never seen her before, little lone a girl at all.

So . . . Delaney narrowed her eyes at Sam as she followed behind him and Dean the next morning with Theo at her side through the docks next to the new motel they'd found to get to their car. They had to search up some more things about the case to try and get it nicked in the butt as soon as they could. Dean usually never liked to dwell on a case for too long. Staying too long left it open to one of them getting close to whoever they were working the case for — usually that person being Delaney.

"So, uh, where we going, anyway?" Sam asked Dean, clapping his hands together in front of him and had a slight pep in his step. Compared to his usual long stride and it had Delaney tilting her head in thought.

"To work?" Dean retorted, scrunching his nose up at Sam in confusion. He appeared just as put off by Sam as Delaney did, but he had yet to vocalize any of that. "The case?"

"OH, right. Yeah — the case. Of course," Sam agreed, clearing his throat and dropping his hands back to his sides. "Where, uh, do you want to start?"

Dean exhaled heavily and dug around in his leather jacket for the impala keys. "Well, since you couldn't find where Maggie Briggs was buried, now we have to do an all-day tombstone roll to see if we can dig her up somewhere."

Theo twirled his finger in the air sarcastically with a mocking WHOOP. "My favorite part of the damn day. Getting dirt in my fingernails and blisters on my hands."

Sam slowed as he stopped next to the front passenger door and held a hand out before Dean could get in on his side with Delaney and Theo stopping on their respective sides. "Wait. M-Maggie Briggs? You mean, like — like, the witch Maggie Briggs? Oh, she's in the basement."

"What?" Delaney balked, blinking at her older brother in shock over the new information he had. She'd seen him scrolling around on his laptop for a bit the night before bed, but he had never mentioned finding anything. "What basement?"

"Isaiah Pickett's house. Okay, there's this legend that he hung her, but he didn't. The real truth is  that she was carrying his illegitimate child and he killed her and then buried her in the basement."

Theo leant his arms against the roof of the car and pursed his lips. "That would explain the murdered chylde thing on your babysitter's daughter. Sammy, how do you any of that?"

"Oh, I've done all kinds of research on it," Sam responded, looking proud of himself as he bounced on the balls of his feet. He slowly stopped bouncing when everyone gave him varying odd or confused looks. "I mean . . . last night. You know, before bed."

Delaney hummed as Sam swept himself into the car and she turned to Dean with raised eyebrows, sassily tilting her head to the side. "You wanna listen to me now about Sam being weird?"

"Shut up, Della."

Isaiah Pickett's basement was dusty and cobwebs hung around the room like decoration. Miscellaneous and rotting furniture lined the walls of the stuffy, stale room and the only light provided was from the flashlights in the Winchesters' and Theo's hands. Didn't help much, but it still aided them somehow. 

Sam scoped around behind Dean, acting like he was some sort of spy on a mission. His shotgun was raised along with his flashlight as he made firing sounds and stayed low to the ground, swinging the light around from his flashlight around the beams holding up the ceiling of the basement. "Boo-yah! Master Chief is in the house, bizatches!"

Delaney halted in her steps, causing Theo to stumble into her back and his hands shot out to wrap around her middle to keep her from toppling over. She ignored the fuzzyness in the pit of her belly at Theo's strong arms around her, too focused on the serious odd behavior of Sam. She swore he sounded like a teenage boy right then. "Sammy . . . seriously. What are you on today?"

"What? Nothing. I'm fine," Sam denied, waving his hand at his baby sister and carried on further into the basement behind Dean.

"Either Sammy became more fun or you might be right and he officially lost his marbles," Theo mumbled, slowly releasing Delaney from his hold once he was sure she was stable on her feet. He wouldn't admit to the disappointment he'd felt at having to do so.

"It's gonna be a long case," Delaney mumbled to herself, carrying on forward and stopping next to Dean at a freshly packed bit of dirt at the end of the room. A green moss covered the top of the grave-like area like an ugly carpet. "Willow moss."

Sam walked over so he could peer over Delaney's shoulder and nodded. "Yeah, it's . . . uh, supposed to grow over witches' graves, right?"

Dean rolled his eyes at Sam, not even bothering to answer him as he already knew the answer. He dropped the duffle to the ground and scooped out the shovel from inside, beginning to dig up the witch's gravesite. If Sam was right and Pickett had really killed her, she should be right in that spot. Which . . . after Dean had shoveled for a good few minutes, he'd come across the bones of Maggie Briggs.

"Hey, man, I'm really sorry about this . . . " Sam trailed off from somewhere behind Dean, Delaney and Theo. He'd stood back to watch out for anything that might pop out while Dean and Theo stood on either side of the grave in case they needed to scoop down and tug anything out. 

"Sorry about what?"

Though, before Sam could open his mouth and respond, an invisible force flung him across the room and crashing into the wall. Delaney cursed to herself and rushed over to Sam, grunting softly as she tried to pull her brother up on her own. It was a small struggle with how much bigger he was than her, but she eventually got him to his feet as he babbled about needing to get the hell out the room.

Delaney ticked an eyebrow at Sam, dusting off his jacket for him. "Dean's gotta burn the body first. Unless you forgot that little detail."

Sam wasn't given a chance to rebut her sassy comment as Delaney was flung across the room next and Sam scrambled away as the image of a dirty woman flickered into view. She stared darkly at Delaney as the youngest Winchester groaned, stumbling to her feet as her eyes met the ghost of what Meilani could only guess was Maggie Briggs. Maggie let out an enraged yell before she flashed across the room in a blur of fire, crashing through Delaney and going straight through the wall.

Delaney gasped and blinked the sting away from her eyes, shaking out her arms to rid of the tiny flames that had sparked over her denim jacket. She looked over in the direction of the boys to see Sam stood with the can of gasoline in his hand and the body of Maggie on fire. A huff left her lips as Sam grinned boyishly at her, shifting her green eyes over to Dean with an annoyed look to which he merely shrugged at.

Yeah . . . this case needed to end.

Delaney had finally convinced Dean to listen to her about Sam. Probably because Sam had wound up not only getting drunk after two shots when he could usually handle his drinks a lot better than that. Or maybe it was because Sam had actually ordered a bacon cheeseburger like Dean when he usually ordered healthy things. Or maybe it was because Sam had gone off on some ramblings about the future being fixed. A whole speech that had Delaney cringing because her future was, in fact, fixed. 

Dean had sat down and listened to Delaney ramble about all the oddities with Sam. Some characteristics that Sam somehow forgot he even had. She knew he was drunk at the bar, but he wasn't drunk the rest of the time he'd been acting weird and off. Something was not right here and Delaney was more than convinced that it wasn't Sam. That something was inside of him that wasn't him and he was somewhere else. Somewhere they didn't know and could probably be in trouble or dead. The thought alone had Delaney shoving down her anxiety and trying to focus on the positive thoughts, her breath slightly wheezing at the thought. 

So Dean, Delaney and Theo had devised the plan to leave the lights off, making the beds to look like the trio were in their beds and sleeping for when Sam got back. They'd hide out in the shadows until Sam returned back and they would get the jump on him before he got the jump on them. Which, Delaney was glad they did because as soon as Sam came back from wherever he'd gone with some woman from the bar . . . he'd walked right over to the gun resting on the chair and pointed it at where Dean would have been sleeping.

Delaney felt the heat boil in her skin and she rushed out from the shadows, spinning what was supposed to be Sam around and decking him in the face. She grabbed the taller man by his neck and brought him down to her height, eyes darkening with anger and protection over her brother. "Who the fuck are you and what have you done with Sam?"

"I — I can explain!"

"Uh-huh, I'm sure you can," Delaney growled in not-Sam's face and shoved him into a chair while Theo rushed over with rope and Dean walked over to the phone in the motel room to check their voice messages. If Sam was out there and alive still . . . he would have tried to call them for sure.

Dean dropped onto his and Sam's bed, typing in the number to look up his messages and placed the phone on speaker once it connected. "You have thirty-eight missed messages!"

"This is gonna sound crazy — really crazy — but, um, I think I'm in the wrong body."

"Dean, Delly, Theo . . . whoever the heck is listening to this right now . . . the guy right next to you is not me!"

"Can you guys check your friggin' voicemails! Damn it."

Hearing enough, Dean picked up the phone and slammed it back down on the receiver, shooting his cold stare over to the now tied up not-Sam. He pushed himself up from his spot on the bed and stalked over, standing on Delaney's side with Theo on the other. "Alright, pal. Either you start talkin' or I start waterboarding."

Not-Sam began to shake in his seat, pulling back as much as he could to put some space between him and the three very angry hunters. "Oh, my God. Please don't hurt me. Please! I'm sorry! I'm so, so sorry! I don't want to die. I don't want to die."

"Well, you won't die because you're the only one who knows where Sam is so you're lucky," Delaney quipped, crossing her arms and stepping closer to Not-Sam. She bent at the waist so she was eye level with him. "Now . . . tell us where Sam is."

"In my — my friend's basement. His parents are out of town," Not-Sam responded, whimpering and trying to get his face further from Delaney's. He frowned when Delaney eyed him oddly, wondering out loud what his age was. "I'm — I'm seventeen."

Theo opened his mouth to say something, but was cut off as him, Delaney and Dean went flying across the room thanks to an invisible force. Theo and Delaney were held up against the wall while Dean crashed into the mirror over the dresser near the door and slammed to the ground with glass raining down along the carpet with him. A feminine figure appeared in the room with brunette hair, a green knit sweater and dark jeans, a twisted smirk on her face as she passed by Delaney and shot her a wink.

Not-Sam gaped as the girl approached, eyes widening at the sight of her. "Nora?"

Nora's eyes flicked black and Delaney and Theo banged their heads back against the wall with frustrated groans. "Not at the moment." She walked around the back of the chair and began to untie the ropes from around Not-Sam's body. "Boy, you earned your dessert tonight, kiddo. Tell me — what is it you want? Anything."

"Anything?"

Delaney struggled against the force pressing her to the wall and she shook her head. "Dude, no! Don't listen to her. It's a trick."

The demon pouted at Delaney and forced her more against the wall, causing a small crack in the wall around her. "Awwww, Lanester. I thought we were friends. Might wanna watch how you talk about me. I can't kill you, but I will enjoy hurting you."

"Go to Hell," Delaney growled at the demon, body now unmoving with the strength of the force against her.

The demon then ignored Delaney and turned back to Not-Sam who watched the entire thing warily. "What do you want, kid? Lay it on me. You brought me Dean Winchester and even lead me to ickle little Delaney. I have to thank you somehow."

Not-Sam's face suddenly brightened and he popped out of his seat, stepping closer to the demon. "I want to be a witch. For real and really powerful."

"Mmm. Good choice. I get it. No Daddy, no M.I.T," the demon mused, walking around the boy with a smirk that didn't lead to anything good. No plan. You get to be big and strong and no one call tell you what to do anymore. There's just one small formality first. You got to meet the boss. You know — your satanic majesty or whatever the kids are calling it these days."

"The Devil?" Not-Sam clarified, shrinking back when the demon nodded in confirmation. "Uh . . . no. O-okay. Um . . . it's okay. I . . . don't really want to bother him."

"Oh, but he's gonna want to meet you," the demon countered, flashing the boy what she thought was a reassuring smile. "Relax. It'll be easy. He's just gonna ask you one little question and all you gotta do is say yes. Then . . . you get your reward."

"No!" Delaney gaped, hating that she couldn't struggle against the force. "You can't! Lucifer can't get into Sam's body. He'll get shot out!"

The demon turned to argue with Delaney when Dean rounded up behind her, demon blade raised high in the air. She grabbed his wrist at the last second and spun him around, using her foot to kick him away by his back. Rearing her foot back, the demon began to pummel into Dean's stomach once he dropped to the ground and didn't let up. 

Not-Sam began the beginning of an exorcism, halting the demon in her kicks and he quickly shut his mouth once the demon whirled on him. "I didn't say anything . . . "

"Were you trying to exorcise me?!" the demon roared, charging at Not-Sam and grabbing him up by the throat as her eyes went black. "You little piece of crap!"

Theo quickly chimed in when the demon began to choke out Not-Sam, the demon turning to attack Theo next. Then Not-Sam swept in next and the two began to recite the exorcism, bouncing off each other with every other section of it. Until finally . . . the demon was expelled and Nora dropped to the ground unconscious and Delaney and Theo were released from their invisible prisons. 

They were finally done.

About an hour later, Sam finally returned to the motel in what Delaney assumed was the seventeen year old boy's body. He was an average height, dark haired and eyed boy who looked like a small baby in Delaney's eyes. He looked so young and he had a whole future ahead of him, it was almost sad that he'd nearly thrown that away by trying to use a spell and get him and Sam switched. Turned out he'd done it to give Dean over to the other side and get whatever reward the demons wanted to give out to them. As if the demons would have given them a reward in the first place.

Nora was shaken up and curled up on the bed with a blanket, happy to see her friend was still okay. Apparently, Sam had been tied up in the basement and it had taken him quite some time to even get out of the ropes that he'd been restrained with. Sadly . . . the other boy of their group, Trevor, had been killed by the demon that possessed Nora. It would be an image that would follow Nora for the rest of her life.

Sam had barely been in the room for two minutes before he demanded that the boy, who they now knew was named Gary, switch them back right then and there. Thankfully, Gary hadn't given any fight and assembled all the items he'd needed for the spell and taken the spell book Sam had so he could recite it and reverse everything back. The candles that had been lit around the makeshift altar flared momentarily once Gary was done and the two blinked, coming to terms with being back in their respective bodies.

"We good, Sammy?" Delaney asked, pushing up from where she'd perched herself on the end of her and Theo's bed. When she received a confirming nod, she sighed in relief and rushed at her brother, wrapping her arms tightly around him and was happy to receive her usual hug back. "I'm so glad you're back. I knew something was wrong the other night when we came back and you'd let the maid in."

Sam chuckled softly and pressed a kiss to the top of his little sister's head. "Thanks for knowing me well, Delly."

Dean cleared his throat and the room turned to where he walked towards Gary who glumly stood to his feet. "So . . . Gary . . . "

Gary had the decency to look guilty and chuckled nervously, scratching the back of his neck. "Uh, yeah, I know. My bad."

"My bad?" Dean parroted, staring at the boy like he'd officially lost his damned mind. He'd said it so breezily like he told Dean, Sam, Theo and Delaney the weather outside. "Kid, my bad ain't gonna cut it. See, if you were of voting age . . . you'd be dead right where you stood. My sister would have tried to stop Sammy and I because she's a softie, but I would have personally killed you. So either you straighten up and fly right or my brother and I will kill you. Are we clear?"

Gary gulped and shifted on his feet, rapidly nodding his head. "Yes, sir. Crystal."

"Good. Then we're done here."

It was pouring outside when the hunters dropped the two teenagers dropped Nora and Gary off at Gary's house. Sam had made sure to give Gary a lecture about living a great life with parents who loved him and if he didn't want to do what they wanted him to for a living, that he should talk to them. Rebel a bit in a way that didn't involved Lucifer. Plus, he'd even hinted to Gary that Nora had a crush on him to try and nudge him in the direction to make himself happy and ask her out. Be a normal teenager.

"Man, all that apple-pie life is stressful," Sam sighed as the four hunters got into the car to head out towards the nearest motel and properly sleep. He stared out at the house that he'd been in the past day in Gary's body and laughed softly. "I mean . . . I really don't think we're missing much here. I kinda lied to Gary. His life is kinda hectic."

"Or maybe we just don't know what we're missing out on," Dean countered, switching on the car and the music still played a bit higher than usual from when Gary had told Dean to raise the music earlier.

Sam's face instantly scrunched up and reached forward to lower the sound a little bit, not liking the loudness. "Come on, man. Why does it gotta be so bad?"

"Ahhhh, welcome back, Sammy Boy."

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— HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO DELANEY WINCHESTER! her birthday is today ( october 15th ) and i seriously worked on this chapter for two days just to get it out in time for this special occasion. i love my girl so much and i can't believe this series will be turning four years old next month! also, check out the new gif banner for this because i saw these gifs of Danielle and Daniel and just had to do it. so vibe with the new angsty gif! i love to see it.

— also happy day late birthday to adelle as her birthday was yesterday. still cannot get over the fact delaney's birthday just so happened to fall the day after yours! i didn't even plan that, but we both know it's just fate because you and del are besties. so this chapter is dedicated to you and i hope you had the best day yesterday! i love you ( and your ocs ) so much, delster.