Be My Valentine?
“Just pick a card, Dean.” Mary sighed, hands on her hips.
They were scheduled to be going to the zoo today but Dean had insisted that he needed a valentines day card for Rhonda Hurley on Monday.
“I can’t just pick a card, Mom. She’s 14, she’ll expect something sophisticated.”
“Pick the glittery one.” Cas pointed to the bright red and pink card covered in glitter.
“That one says wife, Dumbo. She ain’t my wife.” Dean rolled his eyes but ruffled Cas’ hair. “Pick from that part.” He nodded towards the ‘be my valentine’ cards.
“Mary, we wanna pick one.” Cas tugged on Mary’s sleeve.
“And which lucky girls have your hearts boys?” Mary laughed softly as she followed Sam and Cas down the aisle, leaving Dean to mull over the cards.
“Lucy Mitchell, she sits with me in math class.” Sam reached for the biggest card.
“And you Cas?” Mary smiled at the boy who might as well of been her third son.
“Wait, it’s supposed to be someone you like best right?”
“Yes, you’re Mom and Dad will get one for each other and I will get one for John.”
“Because you like him best?”
“Yes.”
“Okay, I want to get one for Dean.”
“Dean?”Sam asked. “But I'm your best friend, you said so.”
“Yes, but you have to get a card for someone who’s not your best friend, or it would be best friend day, duh.” Cas rolled his eyes.
“Oh, okay. I’ll get you a best friend card then.”Sam flipped his hair out of his face.
“Me too. Can I get this one, Mary?” Cas held up a bright pink card with sequins and glitter splattered all over it.
“Cas, sweetheart, you can’t get Dean that one.”
“Why not?” Cas pouted.
“Because he doesn’t like pink, or flowers or hearts. What does he like?”
“He likes Batman and pies and he likes wrestling and he likes pretending to be a cowboy but only when we’re at home and sometimes he likes running but that’s only when we’re pretending that there’s big wolves chasing us, I don’t think he likes that game but he still plays it.”
“Okay, I don’t think we’ll find that card here, how about tonight we make one while Dean goes to Benny’s house?”
Cas nodded almost violently.
“Great, now get him to hurry up will you.”
Cas and Sam ran off to hurry Dean up while Mary quickly sent John a text, ‘You owe me five bucks’.
“C’mon boys, we’re gonna be stuck in traffic. Dean move your ass!"
“I got one.”
Dean came running back with a pink and red glittery card much like the wife one that Cas had picked out but instead it said ‘Will you be my valentine?’ on the front.
“You not getting a card, Cas?” Dean asked on the way to the zoo.
Cas and Sam shared a look. “I'm making one. The person I'm giving a card to doesn’t like pink, or glitter or flowers.”
“You sure your valentine is a girl, buddy?” Dean teased.
“Does it have to be?”
“Of course not.” Mary butted in. “You can give your card to whoever you want.”
Cas nodded and carried on reading his book, eventually falling asleep and leaning on Dean’s shoulder.
“Hey, Sammy.” Dean whispered. “Who’s Cas’ card for?”
Sam shrugged.
“Liar, he tells you everything.”
“If Cas wants you to know he’ll tell you.” Sam rolled his eyes.
“Bitch.”
“Dean!” Mary warned.
“Jerk.”
“Sam!”
“Sorry Mom.” They both hung their heads.
While John made dinner, Mary and Sam helped Cas with his card for Dean.
It had some glitter on it but Cas made sure it was blue, Mary also promised to bake Dean a special pie that Cas could give to him.
“Put it somewhere safe until Monday okay?”
Cas nodded and put it in the guest bedroom, under the covers so Dean wouldn’t see it.
“I'm getting Dean, boys go to bed, see you in the morning.” Mary gave each of them a kiss on the head and sent them upstairs.
Cas went straight to Dean’s bedroom instead of the guest, in case Dean saw the card when he came to get him in the night.
Soon John was the only one awake in the house until Dean and Mary came home.
Dean went straight to the guest room to get Cas before his bad dreams started.
“Cas, c’mon. Time for me to be in bed too.” Dean whispered.
Nothing.
“Hurry up, man or you’re on your own all night.”
Nothing.
“Cas, are you okay?” Dean went to the bed and pulled off the covers, finding a card but no Cas.
He smirked and flipped the card over, seeing it covered in hand-drawn pies and batman symbols, looking like the glitter fairy had thrown up on it
He looked over his shoulder to see if anyone was around, once certain that it was okay he opened the sticky card.
‘To Dean
Merry Valuntynes day
I like you the best
Love from Cas x’
Dean read it again, and another time just to be sure.
Cas was going to give him a Valentine’s day card? Him?
Dean stayed in the spare bedroom for a while, looking at the card.
Cas must have worked on this for ages, he was just a kid, and it didn’t mean anything serious after all. He probably thought it was something that friends gave to each other.
Dean shrugged and put the card back, going to join Cas in his room.
Cas was snuggled up in his bed, already fast asleep, but the slight scrunch in his eyebrows told Dean that the bad dreams would start soon.
Dean quickly got into his PJs and slid in next to Cas, grabbed his hand and waited until Cas’ breathing returned to normal before he closed his eyes and went to sleep himself.
Cas ended up waking up Mary at the crack of dawn to help him cook breakfast with the special heart shaped egg cutter.
Mary set Johns presents on the counter while Cas set Dean’s card and piping hot pecan pie next to them.
Cas then ran upstairs to go and wake everybody up for Valentine’s day, not caring that it was barely 6am.
“IT’S NOT EVEN SIX CAS, LET ME SLEEP!” Sam and Dean both yelled.
“IT’S VALENTINES DAY YOU CAN SLEEP TOMORROW. GET UP IT’S EGGS.”
“WILL YOU SHUT UP IF I GET UP?”
“For a little while.” Cas grinned up at Dean and ran downstairs to hide the card behind his back.
“Thanks Mom.” Sam sat at the table and started his eggs and pancakes.
“Dean, I got you something.”
“More sleep?” Dean grumbled.
“No, something else.”
Dean smirked but held out his hand, closing his eyes.
Cas placed the card in his hand, “The other thing is too hot so I’ll leave that here. You can open your eyes.”
Dean looked at the card he’s already seen and grinned.
“To Dean, Merry Valentine’s Day, I like you best, love from Cas.”
“Do you like it?” Cas bit his lip.
“Yeah, I do Cas. Thank you.” Dean scooped the eight year old up into a bear hug. “I like you best too.”
“The other present is a pie.”
“Pie?”
John and Mary let out a sigh of relief, breakfast carrying on as normal.
Mary’s phone buzzed. 'Looks like we won’t be back in town until Wednesday, are you okay with Castiel until then?'
“Cas, are you okay staying with us for a couple more days, sweetheart?”
“You can still stay in my bed, dummy.” Dean whispered.
Cas nodded. “Yes. That’s okay.”