"Morning."

Dean croaks, coming into the motel room through the front door, looking sleep-deprived and hung over. You and Sam were sitting at the desk table, eating donuts that Sam had bought the day before; your favorite, chocolate with sprinkles. You'd had a long night, naturally, since it was Valentine's Day, and you both looked wrecked, just not as wrecked as Dean.

"Is that a hickey?"

Sam scoffs as Dean rifles through the fridge for some old Chinese takeout.

"And? It was Valentine’s Day. I can’t help it if I’m a hopeless romantic."

"You got half of that right."

Sam murmurs.

"Just doing my civic duty. Helping all the single ladies. You know the best thing about February 14th. You don’t have to be Mr. right. Just Mr. right now."

Dean smirks, biting the inside of his cheek.

"Real classy."

Sam rolls his eyes.

"Oh yeah? And what did you two do? Curl up in your snuggies and watch 50 shades on cable?"

"Something like that."

Sam smiles, giving you a side-eye.

"Gross."

Dean scoffs.

"Better not have been anywhere near my bed."

He murmurs as he promptly falls into his bed and passes out.