I think that qualifies as a day of happiness!
And this is it:
Character: Dean Winchester
Word Count: 100
Disclaimer: I don't own him
Such a scary figure.
Dean hated getting older. Every morning his knees felt stiffer, his head felt muzzier and all the creaking, cracking and popping coming from his spine made it sound like he'd spent the night sleeping on a torture device rather than an awesome memory-foam mattress.
Perhaps it was time to start looking after himself; to get some exercise that didn't involve being mauled by werewolves, maybe to eat healthier too.
Except that this morning Sam was making bacon sandwiches; Dean's nose twitched as he smelled them
Yeah, forty was a better age to start a health kick.