The front door burst open, blowing a draft of cold air over Lisa's already chilled body; causing her to shiver so hard her teeth began to chatter. "Sorry babe", Dean stumbled over the threshold, dropping the plastic bags he was carrying onto the carpet, kicked the door closed, and rummaged through them very quickly until he found what he was looking for.
He sprinted over to his girlfriend with the Star Wars fleece blanket in one hand, and a Hello Kitty movie in the other, both just freshly bought, setting the DVD on the coffee table to wrap the blanket around her shoulders, rubbing his hands up and down her arms in an attempt to warm her up. "I didn't mean to take so long but it's snowing a lot harder than I thought, and finding an open store on Christmas Eve isn't exactly the easiest task. I got lucky to find a convenience store about fifteen miles away that hadn't closed just yet", he pulled a shoulder to his chin sheepishly as he picked up the movie and showed it to her with a proud smile.
The brunette's mouth fell open, her heart softening even through her obvious discomfort. "I told you that you didn't have to go anywhere." As soon as Dean came home from visiting his mom's gravesite, he saw that something was off about Lisa. Upon hearing that she wasn't feeling well, Dean clamored around the kitchen in search of the usual chicken noodle soup and tea; all to no avail. He had put his coat back on and dashed out before Lisa could bother stopping him. His woman was sick and it was his job to get her better. He had cursed at every store he passed along the way, shaking his head at one darkened building after another, not willing to stop until he could get what he needed. He didn't even let the layer of ice on the road deter him; or the rapidly falling snow.
And now he stood here, an hour later flashing her the Hello Kitty DVD he managed to score; remembering that one time Lisa talked about her favorite show as a child. "Everybody needs a sick blanket and good t.v. to watch", he winked and ripped the plastic casing from the disk and promptly stuck it into the player.
"Star Wars?", the sick woman questioned, raising an eyebrow playfully as she lifted one end of the fleece.
"Yeah", he shrugged and turned around, telling a little lie. "It was all they had." The truth was that his heart had done a little thing when he was in the store as his eyes fell upon the tiny cover. He remembered Lisa telling him that she loved him for the first time while they sat on the very couch she was bundled up on, cuddling and watching Star Wars. Needless to say, he couldn't leave without buying it.
Next, Dean stalked back over to the white plastic bags and picked them up, heading towards the kitchen. "You keep your pretty ass right there and I'll be back as soon as I can. I'll make you some soup. Chicken and rice, or chicken noodle?", he asked.
"Surprise me", Lisa replied, making him chuckle. She sure wasn't like any of the other women he had ever known, and that's why when Sam went to hell, he came back to her; that was eight months ago. Once you care about a woman, you never forget her.
Ten minutes later, Dean made his way back into the living room, carefully balancing a tray containing a steaming hot bowl of chicken noodle soup, saltine crackers, and a mug of ginger tea. Once he reached he destination, he set it down on the coffee table and picked up the cup, while taking a seat next to Lisa. He gently blew on the tea, then raised it to her lips and gingerly gave her a taste. "Good huh?", he asked nobly. "It'll warm you up and fight off the cold. You'll be feeling brand new tomorrow morning."
"Yeah", Lisa nodded and pressed a kiss to his cheek, then tucked her face into the crook of his neck, sighing when his arm came around her shoulders. Dean felt a flutter in his chest, and relaxed against the arm of the couch, thinking that maybe, just maybe, he was cut out for the white picket fence life.