Dawn was stood next to the Impala, tapping the roof in impatience- they took forever.
She sighed, then looked around; it was so foggy that the trees themselves looked like ghosts... until Dean shot it. He was such an idiot sometimes...
Now she looked down, and prodded his stomach- four months... and it had been a long four months too. Dean had joked about whether, if she had an ultrascan, the baby would have horns.
It even made Dawn laugh. But when she did go for one, they couldn't figure it out...
It was still a mystery.
Sam had also been in the joking mood, saying. 'I bet it's a boy. You know these big bad bosses- they always want guys.' Dawn smirked and had prodded it a little, saying. 'Well, I hope it's a girl now then.'
Dean smirked too. 'Yeah. Lucianna or Lucy? Or-!'
He got a slap.
'Finally!' She said as they walked through the fog towards her. Dean chuckled. 'Yes Ma'am (!)' Dawn shook her head as Sam walked over. She frowned at the bag in his hand. 'What's that?' He looked down, the offered it her- she took it, then pulled something out that made her realize the date.
'Be my valentine?' He asked. Dawn snorted. 'Man that is so weird hearing you say that.' Sam inclined his head a little, and Dawn sighed. 'I suppose.' Sam chuckled, then said. 'Well... it's a bribe too.'
Dawn raised an eyebrow from the box of chocolates- she had an inkling...
'And?'
Sam sighed. 'A case.' Dawn smirked. 'Aha! Thought so... what is it?'
Dean spoke now. 'Well... couples eating... each other.'
Dawn frowned. 'Did they have chocolate body paint on or something?' Dean chuckled. 'Well, that's what we want to know-' then he threw something at Dawn, which she caught and raised an eyebrow at.
'"Samantha Ferris?" Oh ha ha (!)'
Dawn snorted at the fake I.D, then said. 'You really think they would let a pregnant woman into the FBI? You dick...' Sam sighed. 'Well, it's foolproof that ID.'
Foolproof my ass... Dawn thought as she stared at the photo, she understood why Dean had made her stay still for a photo the other week.
'Be my valentine?' Dean asked sweetly. Dawn scoffed. 'No.' Dean pouted. 'That's not nice! Brothers should share...'
Sam just shook his head. Dean was unbelievable sometimes.
Dawn was sat in the back of the Impala now, scowling down at her "monkey suit" Dean had grinned and gone. 'Hell-o there little lady.' Dawn smiled sarcastically.
She sighed and looked at Sam sat beside her. 'Some date...' Sam chuckled. 'Hey- we'll go out or something after ok? Shouldn't take too long.' Dawn nodded. 'Ok then, I'll hold you too that.'
Dean rolled his eyes- sure, valentines day was... uh... one of his favorite days of the year. But... he just wasn't feeling it this year- and Sam and Dawn really rubbed it in.
When they arrived at the morgue, the person behind the desk frowned at Dawn, what with her starting to look like a mountain, but nodded them through.
When they were safely through, she stood between the pair as they listened about what happened.
But what made her feel... uh... weird, was the way Dean and Sam picked up the internal organs of the couple, and Dean tried his luck again, picking up the mans heart and offering it to Dawn. 'Be my valentine?' He asked again. Dawn smacked his hand, and he dropped it back into the tray.
Then he frowned, picking it up again, then groaned, showing the pair. Dawn frowned- a little white symbol was on the heart. Sam frowned too. 'That looks like-?'
Dean nodded. 'We need Cas.'
Dawn watched the angel inspect the heart, then confirm their suspicions- it was an Enochian sigil, one used by-
'Cupid-? What the hell-?'
Castiel nodded. 'A Cupid has marked them.' Dean shook his head. 'Cupid gone rogue?' Castiel sighed. 'Not usually.'
They left the couples organs to themselves.
Later on, Dawn felt a breeze enter the place they had stopped in, and so did Castiel.
'He's here.' He said, then looked around. 'There-' he nodded at a couple. Dawn frowned- Sam and Dean obviously couldn't see anything, but to her, it was a glowing ball of pinkish light hovering above the table, then it vanished, and Castiel moved into another room, raising a hand.
Sam frowned and started to speak, but Dawn shushed him.
Dean looked befuzzled, then said. 'Where is he?'
Dawn nearly jumped into the air as a voice perked up. 'Here I am!' then she turned at the exact moment Sam put a hand over her eyes, but she'd already seen (to her horror) that he was butt naked. She pushed his hand away to see, failing to hold in a laugh as he gave Dean a bear hug, then Castiel, who said, rather glumly she noted. 'This is their handshake'
Sam backed away, going. 'No.' but the Cupid grinned, going. 'Yes!' And hugged him.
Then he turned to Dawn, who smirked at the others, then hugged the Cupid tighter than she usually would. He grinned. 'I like you!'
Dean muttered under his breath. 'I bet you do...'
As they spoke to the Cupid, things started to become a little hazy- he hadn't been behind the killing, which made Dawn confused.
If he hadn't... who had-?
The Cupid grinned at her and Sam. 'You two look soo cute together!' but he shook his head sadly, face falling. 'But the union looks impossible. Heaven and Hell don't mix too well.'
Dean scowled, then started, in Dawns mind, harassing the Cupid, which ended with him making it vanish.
Sam said in disbelief.
'You punched a Cupid!'
Dean shrugged.
But it did solve one thing; the Stupid Freaking Cupid game...
He wasn't behind the killings. So who was-?
The answer came soon enough in the form of people binge eating and drinking.
Dean nodded to the man on the table, dead from eating... Twinkies-? His stomach was literally massive. 'Hey-' Dean said with a smirk. 'Even you're bigger than him.'
Dawn smiled sarcastically.
But then the answer became clear...
It was Famine.
My bloody valentine! Ah- Stupid freaking Cupid! Well... deeper into the story we go(: Next up soon! X Nic