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Happy Valentine's Day! And since I whole heartedly deny that I'm a romantic, here's a Valentine's Day story, my sixtieth story!
Things had been fine. Castiel had called and asked Dean where they were. Dean had given Castiel the location of Bobby's house and when Castiel arrived at the latest place of residence, he had made a comment about how often they Winchesters moved after exchanging apple pie and chocolate for Dean's chocolate and sweetheart candy boxes with odd phrases on them, like "be mine." (To which, Castiel had responded that he was already Dean's so why was the candy telling him to be his again?)
Castiel hadn't meant to let it slip. It just did. It was Valentine's Day and while Castiel didn't truly understand the meaning of the holiday itself, just that Cupids went crazier than they already were on the blasted day, Sam had informed him to get Dean something. Castiel didn't understand why or how giving candy showed one's affection but he obliged to the tradition anyways.
"Cas, we are not anything like them!" Dean shouted.
"Yes, you are like them!" Castiel argued. "You run around so absurdly from place to place it's a miracle you haven't gotten killed!"
"How is this romantic?" Sam asked Bobby.
"You got me," Bobby shrugged.
"Take it back!" Dean said.
"But it's true!" Castiel insisted.
"Hey, hey, guys!" Sam said, catching their attention. "It's Valentine's Day, you know, the day where you two actually have an excuse to make out and do all the couple stuff Bobby and I would normally throw a fit over? You realize that by arguing you're wasting it right?"
Dean crossed his arms and looked away with a sulk. Castiel looked helplessly at Sam, obviously confused by why Dean was so upset. Sam knew he was looking to the youngest Winchester for help at deciphering his older brother and then Sam realized he had no idea what they were fighting about. Although Dean had a knack for using cultural references to put Castiel at a disadvantage... although, this time, it seemed like Castiel had the advantage.
"What are you guys arguing about anyways?" Sam asked.
"Cas called us chickens," Dean pouted.
"What?" Sam asked.
"I did not!" Castiel denied. "I implied that you were like chickens."
"Cas, what exactly did you say?" Sam asked. Castiel sighed and recited what he had said earlier.
"'People who count their chickens before they are hatched, act very wisely, because chickens run about so absurdly that it is impossible to count them accurately,' –Oscar Wilde,"
