Happy You Day
Happy birthday @death2thevirgin! Hope your day is great! Much love from your Supernatural family!
“Hey, blondie! Get your hands off what’s mine!” your voice boomed through the cellar. Dean stood, shackled, eyes wide at the sound of your voice. “Hey, Babe. Just hang tight, okay?”
You lunged at the strange woman, knocking her off balance and you took advantage of that. She dropped her weapon, if you could call it that, and you hit her with a hard right hook. She dropped, cupping her face and you swung wide with your left leg, knocking her out.
Taking a quick inventory of the brothers wounds, you freed Sam first, then Dean. They weren’t surprised, but they were happy to see you. It wasn’t until you all arrived back at the Bunker that anyone spoke.
“So what took you so long?” Sam asked.
“Well, ya see, Sammy. Your brother decided I need a me day, so he booked me an appointment for haircut and a massage. Good thing I got the massage first, cause then I got no response from him, which,, let’s be honest, ain’t like your brother to ignore my texts or calls.
“So I got dressed and hightailed it to his location. Imagine my surprise to find you both being tortured by-who was that anyway? So I came to the rescue. What else is new? You boys are always getting yourselves into trouble,” you shrugged, opening another beer.
“I got the best, most bad ass girl in the world, Sammy. How’d’ya like that?” Dean beamed with pride as he returned to the table with a small cake.
“You got me a cake?” you gasped.
“Well, it ain’t pie, but then again, it ain’t my birthday, is it?” he leaned down to place a kiss to the top of your head.
“After all the mischief today, you remembered?” you asked, a wicked grin on your face.
“I got it before all the mischief. Even with a little fisticuffs. You totally kicked ass, woman,” he grinned at you. “Happy You Day.”
Happy birthday from @atc74!