Mornings with your boyfriends were always lazy ones, especially on Valentine's day. Dean was always the relentless night cuddler while Cas was new to the whole thing so you and Dean had to make do. The whole thing started because Dean and Cas liked you, and you liked them and they liked each other, so wasn't that kismet?

Dean padded into the bunker's kitchen, rubbing his eye with the back of his hand. "Hey, sweetheart." His hair was messed up, blinking away the last bits of sleep. He looked sexy, even in a black undershirt and sweats. That was Dean Winchester for you.

"Morning." Cas arrived at the door, in his usual trenchcoat and suit. He offered you and Dean a smile and nod - again, still new to the boyfriend thing.

Dean walked over to you, pressing a kiss to your hair, wrapping his arms around you from behind. "Happy Valentine's Day, baby." He chuckled, nuzzling his nose in your hair.

Cas nodded, smiling. "Yes, happy Valentine's. You look beautiful." Yet you were only wearing your nightwear, having not changed out of it. Still, he wanted to compliment you, and it warmed your heart.

Those two had a lot of plans for you. A lot.