mrstotten | Dean/Castiel Valentines fluff

Title: Valentines and Pie
Author: mrstotten
Disclaimer: Nothing is mine, all belong to Kripke, CW and a whole host of other people
Rating: pg
Pairing :Dean/Castiel
Spoilers: none
Warnings: m/m pairings
Summary: Complete and total fluff, an extremely silly 300 or so word drabble filled with valentines day romance. Warnings for slight ooc and sappieness. Happy Valentines Day all. Completely unbetad (is that a word) Because my Beta is out having a life on a satuday night :)

“It’s a stupid fuckin tradition, dreamed up for chicks and teenagers” Dean grumbled as he settled onto the bed, his arms were folded, a furious scowl darkened his face.

“What’s that?” Sam asked.

“Valentine’s day!” Dean answered with a growl “it’s nothing more than an excuse for people to act like complete fuckin idiots for the day."

"Uh Huh” Sam replied, not lifting his head up from his book. “Couldn’t agree more. By the way I meant to say, Cas dropped by while you were out”

Dean’s head popped up, the scowl vanishing, as his face lit up for the first time that day.

“He did?” Dean asked “Did he want anything in particular?” Dean’s belated attempt at casualness was belied by the sudden brightness in his eyes.

“Nah” Sam answered “Some information about a seal in South Dakota, some news on a lead on Lilith’s current whereabouts, oh and he mentioned something about a Valentine present” Sam waved his arms casually at the red box sitting next to him “Nothing important”

Sam tried, and failed to hide his sideways grin, as Dean launched himself at the box.

Dean settled himself back on the bed, and opened the box with all the uncontained excitement of a seven year old on Christmas Day.

“Apple Pie” Crowed Dean “What a man”.

He noticed Dean studying the accompanying white envelope with a look that could almost be described as sappy on his face, he slid it into the back pocket of his jeans, saving it for later, before attacking his pie with gusto.

“You wanna slice?” Dean asked Sam, his mouth already full of his first piece.

“Um, no thanks” Sam replied, amusement and disgust warring for supremacy on his face.

“What was that, you were saying about Valentines Day Dean?” Sam asked as his brother settled fully on the bed, flicking through the cable channels as he tore into his pie.

“Hmmm” Dean queried absently “Oh Right, Valentines day. Oh yeah, Valentines day is fucking awesome”