Taking a break from completing prompts because I was inspired. AND IT'S MY BIRTHDAY. YAY.

November 14th
Prompt- Valentines Day

Valentine's Day

The flowers in his hand felt heavier and heavier as he closed the distance between himself and his target. They were a deep shade of red, and the lady behind the counter had claimed they were meant to show affection, just before he vanished without paying.

He had yet to get used to the human custom of paying for items before leaving.

The delicate roses were wrapped in light purple tissue paper, a soft white bow keeping them locked in place. His hands shifted to not ruffle the paper and create a mess. He needed the presentation to be perfect.

The sun was nearly setting, marking the end of one of the most "romantic" days in the human world. The object of his "affection" -as the lady from the flower shop had explained- was seated on the striped couch in Motel room 3B. He could sense only the presence of the older Winchester brother. His tall brother, obnoxiously proclaimed "Moose" by a certain Hell-raising demon, was not within the direct vicinity, so the angel breathed a slow sigh of relief.

He could only do this alone.

He did not knock, just pushed the door open and declared his presence with a rough, "Dean."

The man in question jumped up and reached for his gun, but relaxed entirely when he realized who'd barged into his hotel room, "Cas? What're you doing here?"

Castiel paused in the act of covering up the flowers, and allowed them to rest against his side as he continued toward the man.

"Are those... roses? What the fuck, Cas?"

Castiel only stopped walking when he stood directly in front of the taller man, then he thrust the flowers into the space between them. A blush spread to his normally expressionless face. He did not speak, only pushing the flowers further toward Dean.

"Cas? What're you doing?" Dean asked, his mind drawing a blank as Castiel continually shifted the roses closer to his face. He glared at the flowers, ignoring the fluttering feeling in the pit of his stomach.

"I'm presenting you flowers, as the human custom dictates on Valentine's Day. Was I not incorrect?" Castiel allowed the flowers to drop an inch, worried he'd butchered the holiday.

"No, that's right..." Dean trailed off, not sure how to continue this little scene. "But, you're supposed to present the flowers to someone you love."

"I do love you."

"Cas, really." Dean shifted, awkwardness betraying his casual confidence. He felt more uncomfortable by the second, "not someone you love like I love Sammy. Love like... you want to kiss them. I dunno. Real love."

Castiel shifted closer, bringing his hand up to rest against Dean's throat, "I do really love you."

There was a pause where Dean was unsure of how to respond. Then, Castiel moved forward, suddenly feeling a burst of confidence. His mouth collided directly with Dean's, and the pair stumbled back, connected only by their lips. Dean sputtered, pulling back immediately and pushing Castiel as far away as his arms would allow.

"Cas!" He shrieked, voice breaking in alarm.

"Dean?" Castiel was confused. Had he misread their relationship? But, all the books had connected them to love... The way Dean looked at him... it could only mean one thing, right? Now, he understood even less than he'd previously known.

Dean huffed, this situation was completely foreign to him. "That's not..."

"I apologize, Dean. I must have misunderstood. I will leave now."

Just as Castiel was about to disappear, Dean reached out, grabbing at his sleeve with desperation in his blue eyes, "Wait!"

Castiel paused in the act of retreating, regarding Dean with a quizzical stare.

"You understood everything just fine." Dean told him in a hurry, trying to explain before Castiel decided he was done talking. "You just don't know how to kiss is all."

"Wha-" Castiel was cut off when the larger man launched himself at the angel, all lips and hands. He was everywhere around him, hands roaming as he tried to understand just where his own two palms would fit. Dean grabbed his hands in his own and led them around his neck, moving his to pull at his hair and tilt Castiel's head at a better angle.

The kiss was teeth and tongues and the clash was dominant. Neither party would give up control so easily.

When it was finished, both men stepped back, staring everywhere but at each other.

"So." Dean finally interrupted the silence.

Castiel looked up at him and smiled, "so."