“You can go now.” You mumble as you look down at your book. It was Valentine’s Day, and just like every year, you expected Dean to leave for a few hours, screw around with some girl, and then come back to continue whatever you guys were doing.

But this year was different.

“I’m good, I’m saying here.” He hummed as he sat opposite you at the table, loosening his tie slightly, still sporting the fake FBI suit you guys had to wear for the case you were on.