Rose petals. From the bed.

What the fuck did your husband do?

Sure, this was you and Dean's first ever Valentine's as a married couple together. And you hadn't actually expected him to do anything much for it, but boy, were you wrong. Very, very wrong. It was weird from when you woke up without Dean beside you, like usual, and the bunker was like, deathly silent.

Making your way out of the bedroom, following the rose petals that were scattered in a very nice trail leading you, there was only confusion, but also fond amusement in your gaze. There was now the faint sound of music playing. Oh God, not that.

It was the music that accidentally played during your wedding, when someone had made the awful decision of putting Jack in charge of the playlist. Dean was really going there.

When you pushed the door of the room right at the end of the hall, the furthest point from the bedroom, you were met with the sight of Dean. And lots of hearts. So many fucking hearts. And a massive teddy bear, and—the most shit eating grin ever.

Having specifically told Dean not to be extra about Valentine's, what did he do? He literally did the total opposite. But also, he'd set out a buffet of all your favourite foods on one of the dressers. So, he wasn't that bad, y'know.

"Hey, sweetheart," he flashed a quick tongue out, leaning back against the huge teddy bear with his arms folded. "Happy day of love," he giggled. Full on giggled.

Weren't you in for fun.