My Bloody Valentine

A/N: in the next two chapters or so we should get some insight to the babies-to-come. *Also, I've been dying to write this chapter since it's one of my favorite episodes!

WARNING: blood/ gore

I never thought I'd be working a case like this. With it being so close to Valentine's Day, this hunt almost seems fitting. Police had reported that a couple were getting intimate, but just before doing the nasty, they started taking chunks out of each other. I suspected some sort of possession, but the interrogation with her roommate ruled that out.

Sammy and I reentered the motel room with dinner. I spotted Dean at the small table and smiled in greeting.

"How'd it go?" He asked, looking up from some files. I placed the bags of fast food on the table and had a seat.

Sam responded to him,"um...No EMF, no sulfur. Ghost possession and demonic possession are both probably out."

I wish Cas were here, I thought maybe he could lend a hand, but he said he had matters to attend to in heaven. Since the wedding, we'd spent a week in Alaska: the snow storm had trapped us in. As if we could complain.

Dean pursed his lips," huh, that's where I was putting my money."

I opened my bag and started to pluck fries into my mouth," find anything at the coroner's?"

He winced and covered his eyes, making a guttural sound of disgust," Jul— you didn't see the bodies. I mean, these two started eating a- and they just... kept going," I felt my stomach flip," I mean, their stomachs were full. Like - like...Thanksgiving-dinner full. Talk about co-dependent." I looked at the bag of fast food and scrunched my nose. Dean's horror story just made me lose my appetite. I scooted the bag away slowly. Dean muttered a small apology with a smirk.

Sam took the lap top on the table and placed it in front of himself. He exhaled," Alright. I'm just gonna go through some files. You can go ahead and get going." I rolled my eyes. How could I forget? Valentine's Day was Dean's favorite, no doubt he would be out celebrating soon.

My oldest brother's face contorted in confusion," sorry?"

Sam reiterated," it's okay, go ahead—unleash the kracken." That had to be the worst analogy in the history of analogies. I snorted lightly making my oldest brother look at me.

Dee looked even more confused. I didn't understand why he wasn't connecting the dots," where am I going?" He asked now with a bit of worry.

I spoke now," bub, it's Valentine's Day—Your favorite holiday, remember? I mean, what do you always call it," I thought for a second,"- Uh, unattached drifter Christmas?"

I watched my brother stand and go to the cooler, looking dazed," oh, yeah. Well... be that as it may...I don't know. Guess I'm not feeling it this year."

Sam and I looked at each other, this was definitely a first. I feel like somebody should be writing this down, I held my hands up, a shocked smile evident on my face," wait—you're telling us, that you're totally not into a bar full of lonely women, on Valentine's Day?"

Dee shrugged, popped the cap off of his beer, and answered," nah. Guess not." Sam and I shared another shocked, yet worried stare. This just wasn't how Dean acted during this sort of holiday.

He noticed our reaction," what?"

Sam replied," it's when a dog doesn't eat- That's when you know something's really wrong." I laughed at the comparison, making Dean glare at the both of us. Oh well, if he wasn't into getting his freak on, that just means we have an extra hand to help us.

Another couple was killed last night, but in this case: a double suicide. I trailed behind the boys as we approached the autopsy room: FBI clad once more. I observed Sam as he suddenly watched a man pass in the hall with a suitcase. My brows knitted when I heard him sniff the air.

Once we stopped at the room I nudged him,whispering," you okay, Sammy?"

He nodded," yeah, fine." He didn't meet my eyes and he smoothed his suite down when it was already perfect. Fine my ass, I thought, but I dropped it for now. The doctor, rather cheerfully, allowed us access to the bodies, even tossed us the keys to lock up when finished.

He put his hat on and tipped it," and please, lady and gentlemen...refrigerate after opening." There was something a bit spooky about him that I couldn't name, but we really couldn't argue—we needed to examine these specimens.

Dean and I grabbed some surgical aprons in the room and we helped each other put them on. Once the gloves were on, I went to inspecting the organs with Dean. Both livers looked perfectly normal so I moved on to the heart of the male victim. I glanced up to see Dean sliding the female's heart to Sam, who fiddled with something that looked like an appendix.

"Hey," Dean captured his attention," be my valentine?" And smirked tiredly. I laughed when Sammy glared daggers at him.

Me being out to make Dean miserable, I scooted my heart over to Sam," would you be my Valentine?"

Sam looked more thoughtful at me," of course, bug." I smirked smugly at Dean who squinted at me. Just when I was about to pull back with my heart Sam stopped me, quickly muttering something about a spot on the heart. He pulled the magnifier over it and observed it. Dean and I watched eagerly.

"Oh no," Sam muttered still looking through glass.

"What?" Dean and I chorused.

Sam turned off the magnifier and looked to us," These hearts both have identical marks...I think they're Enochian." Great, I thought, more angel business. We'd learned very quickly that any angel, besides Castiel, was not to be trusted.

"You mean like angel scratches?Sort of like the stuff on our ribs?" Dean wondered. Sam elaborated that he did not have a clue in the slightest. Both of the men turned to me expectantly. At first I wondered why, but then it clicked: we needed an angel's help and who better to get a hold of an angel than someone who's married to one?

I rolled my eyes," since you asked so nicely, how about I give him a call?" They snickered and patted me on the back. I took off a single glove and dialed my husband's number.

"Julie?" He answered on the first ring," are you alright?"

"Hey sweetheart, yeah I'm I'm fine. Im really sorry to bother you—do you think you can come down for a minute, we found something strange, Sam thinks it's Enochian writing; we don't know what it means," I explained, assuring to him that there was no danger. I started to venture away from the boys.

He sighed in relief," alright, where you?" I told him, but as I did he appeared right in front of me. I lit up, happy to see him—our last meeting was days ago.

"I'm there now," he stared into my eyes.

"I see that," I smiled. We hung up and I pecked his lips, leading him over to the table of organs.

I scrunched my nose when he picked up the heart with his bare hands. He confirmed the the symbols were, indeed, Enochian sigils. He put the heart down and I handed him a paper towel, which he seemed grateful for.

"It's a mark of union. This man and woman were intended to mate," my angel informed. My eyes flew to the mark on his neck, my name branded in an Enochian circle there. I thought similarly of the two.

"Okay, but who put them there?" I wondered.

"Your people call them 'Cupid'," he answered," they're actually a lower order of angel. Technically it's a cherub, third-class."

Dean's brows rose in surprise," Cherub? You mean the little flying fat kid in diapers?"

Castiel looked at his brother-in-law in confusion," no, they're not incontinent." I snorted, sometimes Castiel was too cute for his own good.

Sam focused us back to the task at hand," so what are you saying?"

My husband raised his voice," What I'm saying is: a Cupid has gone rogue and we have to stop him-before he kills again." I never thought I'd hear those words in all my life.

"Naturally," Sammy addressed looking down.

"Of course we do, because we're Winchesters," my oldest brother said, making a faint smile appear on Castiel's lips.

With Castiel's help, we decided that we'd wait for the Cupid to show up at a restaurant, that way we can trap him and interrogate him. Because it was Valentine's Day, I dressed up a bit more, happy to spend some time with my love.

I sat beside my husband in the booth while Sam and Dean sat in front on us. We waited for our food to come, looking around for anything suspicious.

"You look beautiful," I heard my husband sat in my ear.

My face heated up; I looked to him behind my eye lashes," thanks love, you always look sexy to me." I winked at him making him, blush now. I loved that even after marriage we could be bashful like this.

"I am so thankful my father gave us each other," he whispered and smiled at me," I couldn't ask for a more breathtaking wife." He draped a black wing over my back. I felt safe under his wing, literally.

"Get a room, lovebirds," Dee commented making me glare at him.

Finally the waitress came and set our food down, excluding Cas because he didn't need to eat food nor did he like the taste of it. Dean asked how we knew the Cupid was going to pop up in this specific restaurant. My husband, intensely watched Dee ketchup his burger, spoke.

"This place is a nexus of human reproduction. It's exactly the kind of-" the angel paused suddenly, eyeing the food,"-of garden the Cupid will come to- to pollinate." I looked at him with concern he didn't seem himself just then. Was there something in the air? Why was Castiel acting funny now? He almost looked as if he wanted my brother's burger. I ate my food quietly, glancing up, I caught Dean putting his burger down, without eating any of it. My brows furrowed, this was something he'd never done before. Something was up with my brother and it was making me worry for him, this behavior just isn't him.

Sam noticed," wait a minute, you're not hungry?"

Dean looked around," no." He looked back to us as if his diminished hunger wasn't that big of a deal.

I went back to eating, trying to think nothing of his strange behavior. When I looked back up to casually observe the restaurant, a woman across the way caught my attention. She was sitting in a booth, a baby in her arms. She was happy and smiling down at her child, gently rocking back and forth. I wanted that. I wanted a baby—er...two. I seized eating and watched her for a moment, wishing that could've been me.

I felt eyes on me and looked to find Castiel staring at me, eyes silently asking if I was alright. I did nothing, only looked down to my plate and continued eating.

What really had me raising an eye brow was when my angel took the plate from Dean and almost ate the burger for himself, but he stopped short. He looked to the entrance door with focused eyes," he's here," we watched his eyes move, I saw nothing that he did.

"Where?" Sam looked around frantically with Dean," I don't see anything."

"There," Cas pointed, but once again, we saw nothing. Only the Valentine's Day decorations that hung from the ceiling, swayed in a breeze. I don't recall having seen anyone enter either to cause it. It seemed like the breeze landed on a couple sitting in a booth. We, rather awkwardly, watched as this couple started to make out. So that was Cupid in action, I thought, now I can die with that knowledge.

"Meet me in the back," my husband ordered beside me. When I went to look at him, he had flapped away.

We sprinted to the back, trying to find out where exactly my angel was. Sam and Dean followed me as my feet walked themselves. I figured all I'd have to do to find Cas is follow the pull of his soul.

We rounded into a storage room and thankfully found the angel with his back to us. His hand was raised, reminding me of a Jedi using the force.

"Cas? Where is he?" Dean wondered and surveyed the room.

"I have him tethered," he answered. Next he uttered words in, what I assumed were Enochian, telling this creature to manifest itself.

Nothing happened for a moment. We all looked at each other. Dean was the one to break the silence," so where is he?" Suddenly a man popped up behind him and wrapped his arms around Dean's front in a tight hug. My jaw dropped this man was stark naked, he was larger than most men, but that didn't seem to affect the bright smile in his baby-like face.

"Oof!" My brother struggled under his vice hug.

"Here I am!" The Cupid announced in a sing-songy voice.

"Help!" Dean cried, out of breath. I smirked at him, seeing him this bothered.

Cupid hugged him tighter,"oh help is on the way. Yes, it is. Yes, it is."

We all watched in shock as this naked man—er—Cupid, now made for Castiel. I painfully watched my husband suffer the torment of a cupid's hug. I blinked, something setting me off.

"Hey, get away from my husband!" My eyes went wide when he looked at me with equal happiness. Perhaps I hadn't thought this all the way through: he came at me with his arms open wide.

"What an honor this is! Soulmates in the flesh!" He praised and captured me in his naked grip. I tried to not touch his bare back with my hands, thinking it a bit inappropriate. My discomfort didn't last long for he found Sam as his next victim. Once he let me go I scrambled to Cas who held me protectively at his side.

"This is Cupid?!" Dean asked from the other side of my angel.

"Yes," Cas answered. I tried not to contain my laughter as Sam suffered a hug.

"Is this a fight?" Asked Dean worriedly," are we in a fight?!" Everything I once knew about cupids just flew out the window, I had to learn about them from the ground up again, their body language was foreign to us.

"This is...their handshake," Castiel clarified.

"I don't like it," I piped shaking my head.

"No one likes it," he agreed.

He finally let go of Sam and turned to us, coming down from his high," so, what can I do for you?" I tried to look anywhere but at this naked Cupid.

Castiel informed him his targets slaughtering each other lately. Even if it was someone who seemed as innocent as a Cupid, we couldn't have innocent people dying. This needed to be handled.

What we didn't prepare for was Cupid growing very sad, his face contorting in pain. I sorta felt bad for making him feel like that.

Dean interrogated," Listen, birthday suit, we know, okay? We know you been flittin' around, popping people with your poison arrow, making them murder each other!"

"What we don't know is why," I softly told him.

Cupid looked at me with hurt," you think that I—? Well, I don't know what to say..." His lip quivered and he walked away from us, crying. The boys and I looked at each other. The last thing we wanted was to hurt his feelings. What if he really didn't cause this?

The four of us huddled together, whispering so the Cupid didn't hear us," s-should somebody maybe go...talk to him?" Wondered Sam lowly.

Dean nodded, whispering," yeah that's a good idea," he clapped my shoulder," give 'em hell, Jul."

I looked to him with wide eyes, Sam clapped my shoulder as well, I turned to my husband for help. He only gave me a sheepish smile. My eyes looked heavenward," my own family," I mumbled. I turned, stood straight, and took a deep breath before walking behind the crying Cupid.

I cleared my throat," look uh, we didn't mean to uh..." I looked back at my family for assistance. Dean gave a thumbs up while Sam and Cas nodded in encouragement," hurt your feelings."

Suddenly Cupid turned and trapped me in another hug, nearly squeezing all the breath from my lungs. His voice rang in my ear," Love is more than a word to me, you know? I love love. I love it! And if that's wrong, I don't want to be right!"

"Yes, yes, of course!" I nervously laughed, trying to make sense of his words," I um...I have no idea what you're saying."

He pulled away and explained himself," I was just on my appointed rounds. Whatever my targets do after that that's nothing to do with me. I- I was following my orders." He looked to my angel," Please brother. Read my mind. Read my mind, you'll see!" I saw my chance to back away and I took it, letting Castiel come up to him now as they entered an intense stare-down. I assumed Castiel was reading his mind, my brothers and I watched eagerly for his answer.

Once finished my angel sighed, turned to us and spilled," he's telling the truth." I let out a sigh of relief, not really wanting a Cupid to have been responsible for murder. At least cupids could still remain innocent in that aspect. Cupid was so relieved to have heard that. I followed Castiel to a table on the wall. He leaned against it and I face-planted into his chest with a huff. I felt both wings wrap around me. Who knew cupids could be exhausting?

Cupid went into his spiel about heaven being the one who appoints him, what ticked both my brothers off, Dean more so, was when he let slip that our parents were a "planned" couple. I was upset when he started to describe their relationship as the "perfect" couple. Well look where "perfect" got them. They were dead; leaving behind three very broken children.

Dean ended up getting so upset that he punched that naked cherub in the baby-face. There was a loud cracking sound and Dean held his hand with a pained expression. I remembered when Dean punched Castiel and the same affect was applied to his poor hand.

"Where is he?" Dee looked around, but the Cupid was long gone. He turned to Cas for an answer," where did he go?"

Castiel shrugged," I believe you upset him."

"Upset him?!" Anger flowed in Dean's eyes.

Sammy stepped in to calm him down," Dean, enough! You just punched a Cupid!"

"I punched a dick!" Dean defended still holding his swelling hand. I didn't think Dean would punch something as innocent as that, I suppose even Sam thought so.

"Um," Sam looked to me and back at Dean," are we gonna talk about what's been up with you lately, or not?"

Dean stood up straighter, but grew quiet," or not." He grumbled then stormed out of the room.

When he was gone Sam's face softened as he stared at me," please tell me I'm not the only one who sees it."

I shook my head," you're not alone, something's wrong, I mean first he turns down his favorite holiday, he won't eat, and now this?" I sighed," we need to keep an eye on him." Sam nodded in agreement. We walked out, heading to the motel.

I couldn't stop googling maternity photos and baby pictures on my phone. I had just googled 'the best way to conceive a child with your partner' when Sam brought home a suitcase that felt pretty empty. He said he'd run into a demon who was carrying in, in their little fight, he'd dropped it and ran. Whatever was in this case, had to be very important. And it was, for when opened, I was momentarily blinded by a pure white light. It soared from the box in wisps until it dimmed and extinguished completely.

"What the hell was that?!" I fretted.

"It's a human soul," came a deep familiar voice behind us. I looked, not with shock that he'd popped up out of no where all of the sudden, but that my husband was eating a burger. He looked almost finished with it too," it's starting to make sense."

"What's starting to make sense?" Sam incredulously asked. How could a human soul piece all of this mess together?

Dean worried about his friend," and when did you start eating?"

It looked like a light went off for my angel," exactly, my hunger—It's a clue actually," he took another bite from his burger.

"A clue for what?" My face contorted in confusion.

Castiel explained that," this town is not suffering from some love-gone-wrong effect. It's suffering from hunger. Starvation, to be exact-Specifically...famine." My jaw dropped. Famine? Like the-four-horseman famine? Sam wondered the same as me and my husband confirmed. This was thee famine. I let out a breath and ventured to the bathroom, needing a moment to myself. This was just great.

I heard their conversation through the door. Sammy wanted more clarification," I thought famine meant starvation, like as in, you know, food."

I heard Cas respond," yes. Absolutely. But not just food. I mean, everyone seems to be starving for something-Sex, attention, drugs, love..."

I looked at myself in the mirror 'a baby...' I slowly lifted the hem of my shirt to expose the flesh of my stomach. It was disapprovingly flat, sporting no life what so ever. I ran a hand over the smooth skin, imagining what it would be like to be a mother—to have life blossoming inside of me. I couldn't wait to have that, and just knowing I would be gifted two of them—God only knows when, made me happy...but I wanted one now. I couldn't wait. But now really wasn't the time for a child. My mind spewed rational thoughts at me, yet my heart yearned to fuck it all and get pregnant right now. I fought a lump in my throat, my heart and my mind in two places.

I stepped out of the bathroom. Whatever they'd been talking about had seized and had Castiel finished his burger. He noticed my eyes downcast to the floor full of sadness. He set his fast-food bag on the table and came over to me, hands gently running up both my arms.

"Jul? Are you alright?" I saw the concern in his eyes. He rarely said my nickname, but when he did, it melted my heart.

My lip quivered, and I shook my head. I was aware of my brothers' eyes on me now, mirroring worry. Castiel tucked some bangs behind my ear," what's..." He paused for a second," I can feel your hunger...what do you want?" He sounded like he'd move literal heaven and earth to give it to me.

I finally met his eyes, his ocean eyes looked hurt to see me this conflicted,"...I want a baby," I whispered it so only he could hear. His wings dropped a bit, his eyes searched mine as he drew a blank. I continued," I know we shouldn't right now, but I just want one...really bad." My eyes started to brim with I unshed tears.

"What does she want?" Dean asked seeing me in this state. Neither of us responded. Castiel only, sighed, pulled me to him and cradled the back of my head, resting his chin on top of it.

"A child," Cas answered loud enough for them to hear. My brothers went silent after that.

"I know you want one, darling, famine is only strengthening your desire. I'm so sorry," he whispered, rubbing my back softly," if I could give that to you right now, I would, but..." he thought for a moment," please my love, try to fight this urge until we can kill famine."

"I know. This feels so hard to do," I sniffled. Yes, it hurt like hell to withstand this craving I had, but I had to fight it. I trusted my angel with anything. My words were muffled in his chest," I love you, angel."

I could practically hear his smile," I love you, Julie. I promise-" he pulled back and tipped my chin to his face,"-when we return we will discuss it, alright?" I nodded, feeling content with that answer. When he pulled back my brother's looked at me with concerned, yet sad, eyes.

I blushed with the attention I was getting," what? I can't help it." Both Sam and Dean raised their hands in surrender.

"Not judgin'" Dean defended," just upset that we can't tell you want you want to hear."

Dean figured that the best way to stop famine is to cut the ring from his finger. The same method worked when he sliced the ring from War.

Cas had left to get another burger, I sat on the bed imagining motherhood. This entire time Sam had been in the bathroom, I was starting to worry.

To top this sundae off with a tart cherry, I've found out that Sam is hungry for demon blood. It's worth noting that cherries are my least favorite food—too many liquid medicines claimed to be cherry flavored, and, well: I've hated the red abomination ever since. Thus my reasoning for equating bad experiences to cherries.

Before Castiel and Dean left (they thought it best I stayed here. Guess they couldn't have me plucking babies from their mothers and taking them for my own) they locked Sam down in the bathroom. They even moved a dresser in front of the door.

I was web-surfing, yet more maternity photos, baby clothes, and even read an article about the "right position" for conception, when there was a knock on the door. I got up, a bad feeling in my stomach, I looked through the peep-hole to see two people standing there. Only, their eyes were black.

Panic set in my heart, I didn't have anything in the motel to kill a demon! I backed a away from the door just in time before they entered the room with...a key? How did they get a key?!

I yelped," Sammy, demons!" I backed away from them. Their eyes found me and they smiled contently.

The female looked me up and down," boss doesn't have you on the list, I guess it couldn't hurt to bring you in either—two souls are better than one, after all. She started to come after me," tell me if your angel friend feels this!"

She lunged for me and I skillfully ducked. I swerved out of her way and landed a punch to her face, knocking her back.

"Sammy! I don't have anything!" I called to him full of worry.

"Julie—the back window! Get out of here!" Sam yelled from the bathroom.

She held her jaw, her smirked," you've got quite the punch, maybe we should save your meat suit." Her partner started breaking down the wardrobe that blocked the bathroom door.

She looked even more hell-bent on killing me. My eyes went wide and I dashed for the window at the back. I threw it up and hoisted myself on my elbows. Just when I thought I was home free I felt her grab my ankles and slam me back to the ground. The air was knocked from my lungs.

"N-no, please!" I tried to push her off of me. Her hands clamped over my throat. Her happy eyes never changed. I clawed bloody scratches down her neck.

"Haha! You think that hurts me, slut?" She looked highly unfazed," well this vessel-maybe, but me? Now you're just annoying me." My arms were coated in her blood, chunks of her flesh caught under my nails. I saw dots swarm my vision. I tried to throw a weak punch to her throat, but before I could she clocked all light from my vision. It felt good to have found some peace.

Castiel POV

It was like waking up out of a dream-er I've only dreamed once, and it the honeymoon of Julie and I. Speaking of my love, after the ring of Famine was taken, I felt normal again. Sam was here, but my Julie was not. He was supposed to be with her.

"Where is she?" I looked around hoping that maybe she would come out from behind her brother.

Sam looked at the ground ashamedly. My brows furrowed wondering what that meant. Surely she wasn't dead, I would have felt it. Before either of them could stop me I slammed my onyx wings to the ground and appeared back the motel room. I felt my heart skip a beat at the sight.

Julie was in the corner, she wasn't moving, and there was a copious amount of blood on her arms and plaid clothes. I stepped over the mess on the floor and knelt before my wife. I checked her vitals with my grace, she was unconscious, apart from that she was uninjured. I scooped her in my arms and stood. I should've been here with her.

The door opening caught my attention. My brother-in-laws walked in and Dean took in the sight of his sister.

"Jesus," he came over and observed her in my arms," i-is she..." he couldn't say the rest.

"No," I quickly assured," just unconscious. This blood isn't hers."

He nodded and looked around," Sammy and I will clean up what we can, clean her up, then we're going to Bobby's." how could I forget? Sam tasted demon blood, he needs to detox—properly this time.

I headed for the bathroom without saying a word, dean stopped me," hey," I seized my steps and listened," it's not on you." Yet I couldn't help but feel that Julie was in this condition because I wasn't here. I sighed, needing to think on it. It felt good to know that Dean could tell that this was bothering me— when none of my angel brothers and sisters ever did that.

Julie had taught me how to use a bathtub on our honeymoon. Since then, I found showering and bathing felt refreshing... I gently set my wife beside the tub, placing I kiss to her temple, before I started the bath.

Special thanks to IsaBellaSwan1901 who helped me pick Julie's hunger. I'd be two chapters behind if it wasn't for you, hunbun!