you held a cup of hot chocolate in your hands, the warm outside heating up your cold hands. today was just not your day, you were down today.

you took a sip and began walking out of the kitchen, but tripped- dropping the mug and falling at the same time. you put your hands over your face as you just sat there, defeated.

dean emerged from the living room after hearing the loud crash from the breaking of the mug. "hey, what was-" he started, but stopped when he saw you were on the verge of tears, and his voice became a bit more gentle. "what happened, sweetheart?"