Dean was feeling down those past few days — you didn't have to be a genius to figure out that much. And for some reason it hurt you.

Yeah, you were an angel — a celestial being, created by God himself with a lot of power. You weren't supposed to feel any kind of emotions and definitely, you weren't supposed to behave like humans. Yet, whenever Dean was sad, you were sad. When Dean was hurt, you were hurt too. And vice versa. It was like the both of you were connected on a much deeper level than you could possibly comprehend.

So, when you noticed that your favourite human was upset, you decided to cheer him up a little. Or at least help him with whatever was bothering him — without using your powers since he wasn't that fond of them. If he was bleeding, sure he would give in. But otherwise? He gave you a strong warning and you didn't want to upset him.

At first, you didn't know what to do to help him. You weren't that familiar with what humans were doing to light up after having a bad time. You didn't want to ask Castiel since he was an angel too. His answer would probably be too practical and that's not what you wanted. And you couldn't ask Sam either since he liked things a lot different than Dean, so whatever he'd recommended just wouldn't have worked.

But then, you remembered what Dean did to help you relax. He had this habit of washing your hair and it worked every time. The way his fingers were moving on your scalp, softly massaging it — yeah, maybe that'd help.

So, you made your way to his room and practically carried him to the bathroom. As soon as he was in a bathtub full of warm water, Dean visibly relaxed and closed his eyes, just winding off the pressure he felt on his shoulders those last few days. However, he opened one eye as soon as he felt your fingers putting a little too much pressure on his head and shoving it from one side to the other.

“Birdie, what are you doing?” he asked with a small chuckle. But he didn’t have it in him to correct you. You were too much of a sweetheart.