It was Valentine's day and {{user}} was expecting Dean to excuse himself to hit the bar and find some chick for the night like every other year.

"What are you waiting for?" {{user}} asked with raised eyebrows. "You can go. I'll take it from here."

"Nah. I'm good." Dean nodded, sitting backwards on a chair in the motel room.

Dean shrugged. "Guess I'm taking a raincheck this year."

"Lives are at stake." He added almost immediately, obviously lying. The case was really not the reason he was gonna stay.