Dean hadn't meant to knock the mirror off balance, and it trying to right it, he ended up taking it off the wall. So there he was in the foyer or whatever the damn room was called of Wayne Freaking Manor with a damned mirror in his hands trying to get it back where it belonged.
He didn't jump when he heard the cough, and he was glad he hadn't. He didn't need seven more years of bad luck. He looked over his shoulder at Dinah and Alfred, giving a very sheepish grin.
"It wasn't straight?" It took some fiddling and bitten back curses to get the thing back on the wall. And it still wasn't straight!