AUTHOR NOTE: This was a dedicated imagine for lostgirlvoice
You just wanted to sulk in your room for the rest of the night. You had invited some long-time friends over for a party to celebrate your birthday, but no one showed up. Most never even gave a reason why. Others just said they were busy through text. You were dozing off when there was a knock on your door. "Who is it?" you called but no one answered back. You got up and opened the door. You saw no one. As you went to close the door you looked down and noticed flower petals on the ground. You looked up the hall and noticed there was a trail of flower petals. Curiosity getting the better of you you decided to follow it. You followed the petals all the to the bunker living room. It had flower petals all around it and Dean stood there in the middle of the room and smiled. You notice the scent of chocolate in the air. "Happy birthday sweetheart," he said as he walked over to you and handed you a rose.
"You did all this for me?" you asked.
"I saw how down you were about your party," he said wrapping you in his arms, "so I decided to throw you a private party just you and me,".
"I don't know what to say, Dean," you told him as you took a sniff of the rose.
"Just enjoy," he said turning the radio on and Nothing Else Matters by Metallica started to play. You smiled as you both gently started to sway to the music. You rested your head on his shoulder and closed your eyes. You felt at peace in the hunter's arms. When the song ended your stomach growled. Dean chuckled and you blushed a little. "Good thing I prepared a birthday treat," he said leading you over to the couch. On the table sat a bowl of melted chocolate still on a little portable heater to keep it from hardening.
"That smells so good," you said. Dean smiled and grabbed a fork and stabbed a strawberry slice that was floating in the chocolate.
"Open up," he said. You did and he fed you the slice.
"Mm," you said, "beyond delicious,". He smiled and continued to feed you little slices. You had never had special attention like Dean was giving you before. "Who knew Dean Winchester was such a romantic guy?" you teased.
"Only for my sweetheart," he said. Your eyes widened and you bushed.
"Did you just call me your sweetheart?" you asked.
"You bet I did," the hunter said as he leaned in and pressed his lips to yours. You were stunned at first but soon melted right into it. The taste of chocolate and beer mixing together was beyond intoxicating. This was the best birthday you could have ever imagined.