#attackonmikaelson

Hey @attackonmikaelson, Happy Birthday!  Lots of love from your SPN Family!

“I knew it,” you heard Dean mumble under his breath.  You rolled your eyes, knowing that you were going to get a speech.  

You looked to where he was leaning against the wall, his arms crossed.  He wasn’t looking at you, his emotions too high to deal with many things right now.  You wanted to get ahead of his anger, so you spoke.

“Look, Dean,” you started, sighing when he still didn’t look at you.  “This was on me.  You can be mad at me all you want, but I don’t regret going on this hunt.  It was good experience for me, even if I got a little bruised and battered.”

Dean turned toward you then, angry words forming on his lips.

“Don’t, Dean,” you ordered, holding your hand up to stop whatever he was going to say.  His hands clenched into fists, angry at you for stopping his rant.  “I know everything you could say, trust me.  I should have been more careful, I wasn’t ready for this hunt, blah blah blah.  Can we skip the speech and get to the doting on the injured part?”

You watched Dean’s face go from angry to worried to sad to relenting.  His fists unclenched and he took a few steps toward you where you were sitting on the couch.  He kneeled down in front of you and took your hand.

“I just hate to see you hurt,” he said simply.  You nodded, putting your other hand on his.

“I know, Dean, but sometimes the risk of getting hurt is the only way people can learn.  I’m okay, and I’ve got a good teacher who will get me ready for next time.”

Dean smiled his secret smile, just the corner of his lip quirking upward.  You knew then that even though Dean was still annoyed with your injury, things were going to be okay.  Now you just needed him to get you some ice cream, because ice cream always healed you inside and out.

Kevin: I can’t believe you did that! It was disgusting.

Connor: Hey! You should have put sugar in it, only crazy people drink coffee black. 

HAPPY HALF-BIRTHDAY!

HAPPY HALF-BIRTHDAY!