A Hunter's Valentines!

Jo wasn't expecting anything big. Or in better words, she hoped for nothing big. She wasn't that big on Valentine's day. Hunters never were. To them, it was a stupid, risky occasion for them. If they fell in love with someone, it generally didn't go well. With that in mind, she simply just thought of John and Mary, her heart tinging with pain just slightly.

Dean clearly had other ideas. He wanted this to be some big event for the two of them. They'd been seeing each other on and off for a years now, and he wanted to be able to make it special for the two of them. They never got the chance to do anything, which saddened him slightly. They were always on hunts somewhere. So, he would start first thing in the morning. He had already gone out and bought her all sorts of gifts that he hoped she would enjoy. He hoped that she wouldn't just turn him down because it was Valentine's day and how cringey it was. Dean was rarely a romantic type, but with Jo, he felt that he could be and wanted to make it as special as he could for her. He had bought her a bouquet of roses, chocolate, a DVD they could curl up with. He was even planning to make her a special dinner with expensive champagne. And of course, he had his special gift planned out for her. He wanted it just to be them two for the day, and felt like they didn't need to go out to enjoy their time together. He hoped that it was up to her expectations and standards, and that he wasn't failing majorly by doing this.

It was 11am and he used the spare house key to get into the house, setting the groceries down on the counter. It was evident to him that she wasn't awake yet, meaning that gave him time to make breakfast for her. He tried to do it as quietly as possible, but he ended up making a raucous when he dropped the frying pan. A few minutes later he heard footsteps behind him.
"Dean?" A groggy voice called out behind him, the padding of feet sound getting closer to him. Guiltily, he turned around and looked at her. "Hey, baby. I was tryna make you breakfast in bed... Sorry about the noise." He mumbled, feeling ashamed. Her arms quickly wrapped around his waist and rested her head on his chest. He couldn't help but smile at her and wrap his arms around her, holding her tight. "Don't worry about it. We can make it together." She whispered, her voice still tired as she was slowly waking up.

"I have a couple surprises for you today. The first was going to be breakfast in bed and a bouquet that I bought you..." He reluctantly let go of her and turned to get the bouquet of red roses and held them in front of him with the widest, most innocent smile on his face. He saw the way her face lit up. She took the roses from him and quickly stole a kiss from him. "They're beautiful..."
"Just like you." He added with a cheeky grin.

After that, they made breakfast together and cuddled in bed. Not without having sex first though.

Then, after that, they curled up together with each other in arms, watching a movie together and eating a box of chocolates together. It was perfect, and he couldn't think of a better way to spend his day than this. This was everything he wanted. For the rest of the day, they just spent the day stuck in daydreams, telling each other how much they meant to one another and how he never wanted to hurt her again. She meant too much to him for him to ever do that.

"I have a couple more surprises up my sleeve for tonight... I hope you like them." He muttered, his heart pounding heavily. Jo noticed that and she frowned, looking at him.
"Are you.. scared?"
"No. Scared? What are you talking about? I'm never scared!" He lied, and he did it in the worst way possible. Jo rolled her eyes at him and just laughed.

Night fell, and it came for the time for him to cook dinner for her. He told her that she wasn't allowed to have any involvement, and instead she was in charge of playing the music. Of course she chose to play REO Speedwagon. It was tradition, after all. Any type of occasion involving them, they instantly came up.

He decided to cook her a chicken tagliatelle with a peppercorn sauce. It was a bit difficult at first, but once he got into the swing of it, he managed to have it down. He laid it out in bowls and put them on the table opposite each other, with a glass of expensive champagne next to each bowl. He put a single candle between the two meals. He then took Jo's arm and led her to the table, pulling her chair out for her and helping to push her in, placing a kiss on the top of her forehead. He couldn't deny that he was proud of what he had come up with. He then made his way to his seat, pushing it in. "I hope you like it. I hope I didn't do too badly with it..." He told her, a small blush creeping across his face. She smiled and chuckled at him, finding it adorable that he wanted to impress her so much. They ate dinner and it was perfect- they both enjoyed it and Dean was proud to know that he was actually a better chef than he thought. Now that he had the use of a good, proper kitchen, he found it easier to make meals. (He wasn't going to lie- he had been practicing that one for a week.)

"Jo, I have something to ask you..." He told her, clearing his throat as he spoke. She looked up from her finished food and tilted her head curiously.
"Oh? What is it?" She was completely oblivious, and thought that the day was going to be ruined by serious talk.
He stood up and walked to her side, kneeling down in front of her. "Joanna Beth Harvelle. Will you do me the greatest honour in becoming my wife?"
He pulled out a box from his pocket and inside contained his mother's engagement ring that they had managed to keep along with his father's journal. He was relieved that he had managed to keep it, as it was the only true thing he had left, other than a few pictures.
"Dean Winchester... Of course I'll marry you."

And for them, that became the start of something new.