The bunker’s dim lighting gave the place a warm, almost homey feel. It wasn’t the most romantic location, but tonight was different. Tonight marked a special occasion—your anniversary with Dean. Between hunts and chaos, you two always found moments to cherish each other. But tonight, it seemed Dean had gone all out, surprising you in a way you hadn’t expected.

You walked into the war room, not knowing what to expect, and immediately froze. The large wooden table had been transformed—Dean’s usual scattered beer bottles and research books were replaced by a dark, neatly draped tablecloth. Candles flickered along the edges, casting soft shadows, and scattered rose petals created a striking contrast against the worn wood. There was a faint smell of something sweet in the air—vanilla and maybe cinnamon. And, playing in the background, you recognized the song immediately: A Thousand Years.

Your heart swelled as you took it all in. This was Dean’s doing? It was so different from his usual style, but that just made it more special. Dean wasn’t one for grand romantic gestures, but when he did something, he put his whole heart into it.

You spotted him standing near the far side of the room, leaning casually against the wall with his signature smirk, though you could see the nerves just under the surface. Instead of his usual flannel, Dean was wearing a dark button-up shirt—still rugged, but a little more polished than normal. And that smirk? Yeah, it was still enough to make your heart flutter.

“Happy anniversary, sweetheart,” Dean said, his voice low and warm, the rough edges softened just for you. He stepped away from the wall, walking toward you with that easy swagger, his green eyes shining with affection and a hint of pride at your reaction.

“Dean… this is amazing,” you whispered, your eyes wide as you took in the setup. Dean Winchester, Mr. Tough-Guy, had turned the bunker into something that felt almost magical. It was unexpected, and it melted your heart.

He grinned, rubbing the back of his neck.