dizzojay | 100 Days of Happiness

I posted a drabble over at Fanfiction.net this evening, and my account registered that this was my 700th fan fiction posted there. As I post everything I write at FF.net, this is, therefore, the 700th fan fiction I've written.

I think that qualifies as a day of happiness!

And this is it:

THIRTY NINE

Rating: K+
Genre: Humour
Character: Dean Winchester
Spoilers/Warnings: None
Word Count: 100
Disclaimer: I don't own him

Thirty nine.

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

Forty.

Yeah, forty was a better age to start a health kick.

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