Two days. That's all he needed. Sam and Dean just wanted two days without a case. Of course, Sam found a case, the morning of Valentine's Day. Hearts had been removed and were still beating on the table, left for the medical examiners to find.
Seriously, Dean thought, why can't I just have one weekend without this crap? Or even a few hours. Wouldn't that be peachy?
Sam decided to go to the café to research the case and pick up a tea for Dean, he wouldn't admit it, but he liked the hot, natural flavored, soothing drink and an iced mocha for himself. He came back to the hotel to the smell of cherries and apples, and a spice he couldn't place.
Dean had baked, like serious baking. Two apple and two cherry pies sat on the stovetop, cooling, and Dean was giving looks to die for. Sam decided to stare at the pie, so he wouldn't see Dean's natural glory. Eventually he passed the honey-sweetened tea and the paper with more information on the town's unusual problem.
Dean kept skillfully giving Sam looks and but Sam was biting his tongue to keep from being inappropriate and continue reading up on possible reasons for the hearts being ripped out and still beating. Joking, Dean decided to speak, "If my heart was ripped out, it's not the only thing that'd still be beating." A snort was the first response he got, then uncontrollable laughter from the younger man. The case was discarded to be picked up another time and the two boys found other distractions.
The laughter led to a slice of pie, a slice of pie to whipped cream, and well, whipped cream led to imaginable possibilities if you keep it in the realm of that one hotel room.