Random Act: I bake cookies and treats for people who had a hard day and need a little pick me up.
Dean Winchester has had the shitty day to end all shitty days. First, his alarm didn’t go off. Mom was working the morning shift at the hospital so she wasn’t there to act as his snooze button. After waking up five minutes after he was supposed to have left, Dean all but threw himself and Sammy out the door, arriving at school a half hour late. He then took a pop quiz that he failed miserably, blanked on the physics test he had stayed up all night studying for, and forgot his English assignment—already three days late—on his desk at home.
Cas had a photography meeting during lunch so Dean had to sit alone. His coke exploded in his lunch bag and he got mustard on his favourite t-shirt. Dean was late getting to Sam because he got detention for eating in the hall, and on the way back home, the Impala’s air conditioner died.
When Dean stepped inside the house, he was met with a very angry mother: apparently, the fridge hadn’t closed all the way when he’d shut it that morning and everything went bad.
So, is Dean upset? Yeah. Is he feeling completely discouraged? A little bit. Is he 110% done with this day? Understatement.
“Dean, get the door!”
Understandably, he’s hesitant about answering the door. He does it anyway, though, because he’s really sorry about messing up and doesn’t want any more yelling.
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