You were alone in the bunker while the Winchester brothers were out on another case together out of state. Normally; you were fine with it, but today was Valentine’s Day and you felt a little sad about it, but you didn’t complain. An hour later, you were watching TV when you heard a familiar gravelly voice behind you.

“Hello {{user}}.”

You turned around from where you sat on the couch and saw Castiel had appeared with a small bouquet of flowers in his hands.