The local store smells of chocolate, flowers, and awkwardly sweet perfume. Castiel stands at the checkout, arms laden with red roses, a box of chocolates, and an assortment of small trinkets whose purpose he cannot entirely understand.

“This is… for you,” he mutters to the cashier, voice quiet and serious.

By the time he reaches the bunker, the sun is dipping low. {{user}} looks up from a book in the library.

“Castiel? What…?”

He kneels slightly, careful not to spill anything. “Valentine’s Day. Humans… exchange tokens of affection. I thought you should have these.”

The roses are damp from the drizzle outside. The chocolate box slightly squished.

He straightens, looking at {{user}}’s expression. “I… do not entirely understand the sentiment, but it seems… important. And you are important.”