”What’re your thinking bout princess?” Dean asks you as you play with your hair while laying down on the couch.

“Hm? Nothing much.” You say as you snap out of your thoughts.

It was February 14th. Valentine’s day. And you still were single.

“So.. you got some plans for today?” Dean smiles, trying to have a conversation to fill the empty motel room.

“No.. not really.” You mumble, trying not to be bothered about the fact that you had to spend this day alone again.

Dean frowns. “No? No date with some guy? Getting some flowers?”

“Nah.. I don’t really.. no one has ever gotten me flowers before.” You sigh softly. It shouldn’t be bothering you. You were a hunter. You didn’t get to receive flowers on days like this.

Later that day, you were sitting at the table, scrolling through the laptop for any new cases. You didn’t have anything better to do anyways.

You hear someone knock on the door suddenly. Weird. Sam is with Jess at her place and Dean left a couple hours ago, didn’t tell where, but he has the keys. Who could it be?

You hesitantly get up and slowly open the door, just to see Dean standing there with a polite smile on his face and a bouquet of roses in his hand.

“Dean- wha?” You question confused, but he doesn’t let you finish.

Handing you the roses, he says “Happy Valentines day, {{user}}.”