Happy Birthday, Baby
My gift to my KK, spnjensenlove02 - hope you had a fantastic day, my friend!!!
You stand at the sink, washing dishes, dejected. Not one phone call. Not one text. Not one thing to show you that Dean even remembered that it was your birthday. Honestly, you were a little pissed off. I mean, yes - he and Sam were working a case, and you knew he needed to keep his mind on what he was doing, focus on the job. But how long would a text take? ‘Happy birthday, baby.’ Just to show you were still on his mind. That nothing could keep him from having an occasional thought for the woman he spent his down time with, the woman he said he loved, the woman he had stopped his bar-hopping, female-chasing ways for. Sigh.
You had just finished up with the dishes when you heard a sound, the door closing, and a pair of heavy steps echoing down the bunker stairs. You wandered that way, finishing drying your hands on your jeans, and came face-to-face with Sam, a hurried look on his face.
“KK - good, you’re here. Dean sent me to get you.” He put a hand on your shoulder, an apology in his eyes as alarm played across your features. "No, he’s okay. But he does need you. You might want to grab some things for overnight, just in case.“
"Sam! Is he hurt?”
He shook his head. "I told you, he’s fine. But he needs to see you, and he couldn’t leave. So I’m taking you to him, okay? Don’t worry.“