Castiel was familiar with the infamous date of Valentines Day., February 14– today. Cupid, love, candy hearts and roses were big on the humans. It was a concept he had yet to understand fully. Dean had already went off to a bar or club for his own pleasure, classic, Sam and you weren’t out there with a beer or a fling by your side, unlike some person. .

-cough!-cough!- Dean -cough!-

“Why are you here at the motel?” His voice rang out, a curious furrow in his brows. He’d guess you were enjoying the day, Sam was the only person he’d not think of going out since he willingly chose to stay to research any omens.

His blue eyes scanned the box of candy on your lap, ’Sweethearts. The Original’, it read. With a shimmer of confusion in his eyes, “It’s Valentine’s Day” He reminds,

As if you didn’t already know.