Imagine: Spending Valentine's day with Dean.

Summary: Dean was in no way a hopeless romantic, but this Valentine's Day has a special plan for the girl who holds his heart.

Dean had been dating Lily for almost two years. They had met at a karaoke bar. She worked there and started chatting him after he drunkenly sang wanted dead or alive. Everyone knows Dean doesn't really do Valentine's day, but this year he's planned something special for the girl whose stolen his heart. He had rented a hotel room and made sure he got one with a fireplace. He made sure to check things off his list for tonight as he called Sam.

"Dean?" he answered.

"Hey Sammy," he said getting in his Impala, "I just picked it up. Is she ready?".

"She's getting dressed now," Sam said, "should be done by the time you get here,".

"Thanks," he said and hung up. He drove back to the hotel and got everything ready. When he got to the bunker Lily was ready and waiting for him in the bunker living room.

"Wow, you look amazing," Dean said as he looked her over. She was wearing a black tunic dress that stopped just below the knees. And matching heels. Her black hair in waves down her back. The whole look brought out her blue eyes.

"Thanks," she said giving him a kiss, "you don't look bad yourself,". Dean was wearing a nice pair of jeans and a dark blue dress shirt.

"Ready?" he asked.

"To go where?" she asked trying to get answers to what he had planned.

"You'll find out soon enough," he said taking her hand, "have a good night Sammy," Sammy nodded to them as they left. When they got in the car Dean put a blindfold on her.

"Should I be scared or excited?" she asked with a giggle.

"You'll see," he answered as baby roared to life and they drove off. When he got back to the hotel he helped her out of the car and lead her to the door of the room. He unlocked it and walked her in. He closed the door and she heard something click.

"Dean?" she asked.

"I'm here," he said as he took off the blindfold. Her eyes widened. There were small candles lit all around the room. A fireplace going, and a picnic blanket laid out on the floor with rose petals everywhere.

"Wow," she said.

"Like it?" he said wrapping his arms around her from behind.

"You did all this for me?" she asked.

"Of course I did," he said, "go ahead and sit on the blanket," he said, "I'll get our dinner,". He walked into the kitchen area of the room as she got comfy on the floor. She noticed a bottle of red wine in an ice bucket with two glasses by it in the middle of the blanket. He came back with two plates and handed her one.

"My favorite," she said, "salt and pepper fried chicken and mashed potatoes,".

"I know my girl," he said joining her on the floor. He grabbed the two wine glasses beside the bucket and poured them each a glass of wine. As they ate they talked about their day and Lily kept trying to get him to tell her why the special valentines date, but he wouldn't spill.

"Ready for dessert?" he asked as he helped her up.

"Sure," she said.

"It's in that bag on the table over there," he said. She walked over to it and opened the bag. It was a heart-shaped cherry pie.

"Cute," she said turning around and gasped. Dean was down on one knee and holding up a gorgeous diamond ring.

"Lily Andrews," he started, "I'll be the first to tell you I'm no hopeless romantic, I know I love you and I would love the honor of calling a kickass hunter girl like you my wife. Will, you marry me?".

Tears formed in her eyes. "Yes," she said as he got up and slid the ring on her finger. He pulled her into his arms gave her a passionate kiss.

"I love you Lily?" he said into her ear.

"I love you too Dean," she said as she caressed his cheek, "I know you may not be the hopeless romantic type, but you sure know how to make a girl feel loved,".

"Because you are," he said. She gave him a small smirk and pushed him down onto the bed as she crawled over him.

"Well," she said, "I guess it's my turn to treat you," she leaned down and gave him a slow passionate kiss. When they broke it he looked up at her and smiled.

"Happy Valentine's Day Mrs. Winchester," he said.

"I love the way that sounds," she said kissing him again.