Note: Dean is referred to by "I" and Sam is referred to by "you." It's Supernatural, in case you didn't notice.


You ought to take me with you wherever you go. It isn't fair, you up and leaving in the middle of the night, leaving me cold, wanting your touch. I get you need space or whatever chick bullshit, but I need you. I don't care that you just went to the store this time for odds and ends of something or other. Whatever you had been talking about on your way out, I didn't hear. I was too focused on that fine ass walking away from me. I'm still sitting in the chair you left me in, waiting as patiently as I can for you to return. My eyes for some reason glance at the calendar and I see the date for the first time today. It clicks in my head why you're gone. Valentine's Day. One of the most cliché, hated holidays that I could never love more because of you.