1:05 AM

I'm sorry, sweetheart. Hunt is taking a lot longer than I thought.

You reread the text that came in a couple of hours ago, and frown at the message. Despite the situation, you weren't mad, how could you be? Your boyfriend is saving lives, and here you are; selfishly wanting him to be here instead for your anniversary. You responded at the time with an understanding response, wishing him safety on his hunt. You and Dean had an agreement when you started dating, and you made it known to him that you understood that saving people and hunting things takes up a lot of his time. Of course, he carved out time you in between the hunts. You couldn't deny that you were upset, but you didn't want it to distract him or make him feel bad. He couldn't help it.

You pop open a bottle of red wine, and put on your sweatpants and sleep shirt. Might as well make this night yours, and watch some sappy romcom that will distract you from the longing of having Dean here with you.

A lot of your friends and family wonder why you do it still, which is nice for them to have concern for you, but you couldn't help but have a negative feeling towards that mindset. Why do you still do it? No man has ever checked on how you were like Dean has. No man had opened every door for you. No man had ever paid for every- literally, every single date or dinner. No man had taken such an interest in you. And that was the answer. Dean wasn't just any man. He's the man that you were hoping to date when you were a little girl. He made every ex look like a fool.

A knock at the door brings you out of your thoughts, and you turn to walk to the door skeptically. Opening the door, your eyes land on Dean, bouquet of flowers, and a small, frosted cake in a ribboned packaging. His eyes meet yours, and the corner of his mouth curl into a coy smirk.

"I know I'm late...but I came here as soon as I finished the hunt. You won't make me eat this alone, right?"

You shake your head playfully, a smile breaking loose. He made it.