"Seriously?" You whined as you sat at the kitchen table, staring at Sam. "You found us another hunt? But it's valentine's day, and Dean promised me that he would finally try this Valentine's day. Maybe not the normal, fancy dates, but something better than a beer at the bar."

"I'm sorry Y/N, but it just popped up, and I don't think we can afford to let this one go." He apologized, just as Dean came stumbling into the room. With a knowing smile on your face, you watched as he stumbled around the kitchen, his eyes partly closed as he went to the fridge. Opening up an old take out, you hid your laugh as he spat it out immediately.

"Y/N, aren't you mad?" Sam whispered, as Dean stumbled to the coffee pot.

"Why?" You asked Sam, enjoying the show of a hungover Dean. You knew exactly why he was acting this way, but you were curious to see what Sam was going to say.

"It's unattached drifter's Christmas. He only acts this way when he's gone out to the bar and hooked up." Sam explained, his face showing how bad he felt for you.

Patting his shoulder as Dean came to sit down next to you, you smiled. "Sam, I know exactly why Dean's acting the way he is. And it's not because he went and had a one night stand. I'm surprised you couldn't hear us last night. After all, I was pretty loud." You told him before walking out of the kitchen, leaving the two men alone.

It was true though. You were completely bummed that your Valentine's day was going to be ruined because of another stupid monster. It wasn't as if you were big into the holiday. But you thought that it would be nice for you and Dean to forget about everything for one night, spending it together. Maybe spending another night together much like you had last night.

Sighing, you headed into the room you shared, planning on packing. Throwing open drawers, you began pulling out items for both you and Dean when you came across a small, red box in his t-shirt drawer. Holding it in your hands, you stared down at it. It thrilled and scared you at the same time. Knowing that there could be something in there that completely changed your life. Wanting to open it, but not wanting to ruin the surprise.

"Y/N, did Sam tell you about..." Dean's voice echoed through the room as he came walking in, seeming much more awake than before. Racing to put it back where you had found it, you dropped it on the floor. "Did you open it?" He asked quietly, stepping forward and picking it up.

"No. I didn't mean to find it. I was just packing for our new hunt." You pattered on, guilty at being caught even if you hadn't opened it.

"I wish we didn't have to go on this hunt. I really had promised a nice evening for the two of us." He explained to you as he placed the box in his coat pocket. "But, a raincheck?"

"A raincheck sounds good." You agreed. "So what are we dealing with this time? A ghoul? Rugaru?"

"Not sure yet. Maybe a werewolf." He told you as you finished packing for the two of you.

"A werewolf? Isn't it the wrong time of the month?" You asked him as the two of you headed towards the garage where Sam was already waiting.

"I guess we'll see." He answered, as you moved to sit in the back, but Dean stopped you. "Sam, since this hunt is messing up our Valentine's Day, Y/N gets to sit in the front with me."

Without arguing, Sam slid into the back seat, turning sideways so he could fit comfortably. "Dean, it's not a big deal. I can sit back there." You argued, hating the fact that you were taking Sam's usual spot.

"Y/N, he'll be fine back there. The drive is only a couple of hours long, and I want you by my side. Trying to make up for missing out on Valentine's Day." He insisted, pulling you tight against him, his hands resting on your hips.

"Fine. But if he starts fidgeting too much, I'm changing." You insisted, and Dean nodded. Opening the door for you, you slid inside the car as he rounded the hood. Sitting down behind the wheel, he reached over, grasping your hand and pulling you tight against him.

It was nice, sitting in the front seat, your head resting against Dean's shoulder as he handled the Impala with ease. Led Zeppelin playing softly on the radio, and you turned to see Sam sound asleep, laying across the back seat. "See, I told you he would be fine."

"Dean." You said a couple minutes later. "When this is all over with the darkness, can we just take a couple of days? Just you and me. It's not that I don't want Sam coming along, but I really just want some you and me time."

"That sounds amazing. It's been one thing after another, and I don't think we've had enough time just for us." He agreed. "And we will get this thing with the darkness figure out."

"I know." You answered. "We always do."

Silence soon filled the Impala except for the music of the radio playing. It was calm, and comforting, and for a minute you believed that you were just on a road trip, with no destination in mind. With Dean's hand resting on your thigh, your head on his shoulder, it was actually a great way to spend Valentine's day.