Dean exhales, waking up slowly. It's still dark out, way too early for him to usually care to get up, except that it's a special day. He slowly sits up before glancing over. Perfect. Cas is still fast asleep, breathing deep and slow, clearly far away from waking up. Smirking, Dean gets up carefully and makes sure to tuck the sheets back around Cas so he won't notice the lack of warmth next to him too quickly, hopefully.
He makes it through the quiet of the bunker without disturbing anyone, exhaling slowly. Had thought about cooking, but considering how secret he wanted all of this to be, grabbing his jacket and heading out to the garage is the easier option. Driving down to the diner and placing a couple of to-go orders also works, his charming grin not faltering even in the face of the staff's early morning grumpiness. "Happy Valentine's Day," he says cheerfully, grabbing the bag with their order once it's dropped down in front of him.
The waitress eyes him for a moment, rubbing her hands dry on a nearby towel. "Happy Valentine's Day," she concedes. "Enjoy."
"Thanks," he says, waiting for her to swipe his credit card before he goes. He taps his thumbs against the steering wheel as he drives back to the bunker, humming along to the Metallica playing. Pushing himself up out of the driver's seat and closing the car door quietly, he grabs the food and heads back inside, listening intently as he makes his way to the kitchen.
Everything is still quiet and he exhales in relief, resting the bag on the counter. Pulling out a couple of fancier plates from the shelves, he begins serving up the honey crepes that the diner boasts for making, along with a selection of bacon and sausage. Pouring coffee and orange juice, he prepares the table just in time as he hears familiar shuffling from the doorway and looks up to see Cas peering in, sleep ruffled and blinking slowly. "Hey, sweetheart," he says. "You hungry?"
Cas mumbles, then steps fully into the kitchen. "What is that?" he asks, squinting at the plates.
"Valentine's Day," Dean says, watching as Cas' face shifts in recognition. "Come on, sit down. Get some coffee in you, you'll feel more like yourself in no time." He gently takes Cas by the elbow and guides him over to sit down, nudging the mug in front of him with a smile.
"Thank you," Cas manages, taking a deep gulp from the mug. Once his eyes are a little less squinted shut, he glances once more at the food before him. "Are these crepes?"
"They are," Dean says, leaning over to kiss him. "Figured I'd do something a little special for Valentine's Day."
Cas hums, downing some more coffee before lifting up a crepe, analyzing it closely. "They smell good."
"Yes they do," Dean says, laying a napkin down next to Cas' plate before beginning to eat himself. "I know we haven't really talked about Valentine's Day plans, but I was thinking lowkey would be alright this year."
"That sounds fine," Cas agrees. "I like quiet days at home with you."
Dean smiles at him. "Right back atcha, handsome," he says.
"We've done plenty the last couple of Valentine's Days," Cas says. "Staying at home this one sounds like a nice change."
Dean nods. "Yeah, you have a good point. Maybe we can work on supper together. Have a light lunch, make it something special for later."
"I like the sounds of that," Cas says. "I like cooking with you."
Dean reaches over and brushes his thumb over Cas' knuckles. "I like that as well," he says. "You're a good helper in the kitchen."
"Thank you," Cas says. "I've learned a lot thanks to you. I used to be absolutely useless."
"I wouldn't say useless," Dean responds. "Just inexperienced."
Cas nods. "So when you say lowkey..."
"A couple of movies?" Dean asks. "Your choice, either in the Deancave or if we want some more privacy, the bedroom." He winks and Cas chuckles.
"Let's start in the Deancave, and see if we want to move later," he suggests.
"Alright," Dean agrees. "Let's do that then." He finishes off his bacon and stands with a smile, holding a hand out towards Cas. "I'll even let you pick the first movie."
"How chivalrous," Cas deadpans, startling a laugh out of Dean as he allows himself to get pulled upright, then led down the hall to the Deancave. After Dean hands over the remote, he scrolls through his options, finally settling on a action/romance hybrid that he'd had his eye on for awhile.
"No bee documentary?" Dean asks, blinking. "Will wonders ever cease?"
Cas chuckles, tucking himself in close to Dean as they settle in on the couch. "Yes, I thought I wouldn't want to tire you of them too quickly."
"Kind of you," Dean says, snagging a blanket and draping it over their legs. Considering they'd just finished breakfast, Dean doesn't bother asking about snacks, figuring he'll grab them something between movies later. "Ready to go?"
"Yes," Cas says, adjusting slightly so he's more comfortable, allowing Dean more space to ease to the side, pressing close together as he clicks play.
The movie is a good blend of romance and fight scenes and they're both absorbed into it all, barely aware as Cas eases back against the arm rest, Dean settling against his chest, snug and warm.
By the time the credits play, Cas has wrapped an arm around him, and Dean tilts his face up to look at him. "What'd you think?"
"I liked it," he says, idly tracing circles against the sliver of skin revealed when Dean's shirt rode up when he'd moved to rest against Cas. "What about you?"
"Same," he says. "Never can complain about a happy ending."
Cas quirks an eyebrow at him and he smirks, Cas rolling his eyes fondly. "Come here," he mumbles, pressing his fingers to Dean's jaw before guiding him in for a slow, sweet kiss. "Lunch?"
"Yeah," Dean murmurs. "Sandwiches alright? I don't really feel like cooking, or going out."
"Sounds fine," Cas agrees, smiling as Dean lazily stands and stretches, revealing more bare skin as he raises his arms up high. When Dean reaches down with a quiet offer to help him up, Cas tangles their fingers together and allows it, Dean squeezing his hand gently as they walk side by side into the kitchen.
"Sit, I'll whip up some really quickly," Dean says, motioning Cas over to the table with a small smile. Once he's comfortably settled in one of the chairs, Dean turns to the counter and pulls out bread and a few things from the cupboards and fridge.
"Do we have anything else planned this afternoon?" Cas asks, tapping his fingers against the wood as he waits.
"I don't, unless you've changed your mind and thought of something else to do," Dean says. "Like we planned, I think a quiet day at home still sounds good. What do you think?"
Cas smiles at his back. "I think it sounds perfect," he responds. "You know I enjoy spending time with you."
Dean pauses for a moment, tapping his fingers against the handle of the knife he's using to fill the sandwiches as evenly as possible. "Feeling's mutual, sunshine," he says, some of the tension easing from his shoulders as he plates the sandwiches and moves to join Cas at the table. "Bon appetit," he says with a grin, watching as Cas stares at the sandwiches.
"Peanut butter and jelly?" he asks, smiling so wide that it makes his eyes gleam when he looks up at Dean.
"Still your favorite, right?" Dean asks with a weak smile.
"Always," he says. "Thank you, Dean."
Dean's grin grows. "You're welcome," he says, settling in more comfortably next to Cas. "I know we're not planning on much this afternoon, but if there's something special you want to do, just let me know, alright?"
Cas puts his sandwich down and painstakingly chews, then swallows before answering. "Getting to spend the afternoon with you is more than special enough for me," he says, smiling as Dean's face turns crimson and he just barely avoids choking on the soda he'd just taken a generous sip from.
"Cas," he mumbles, trying to control his breathing. "You know what I mean."
"I do, and you know I mean what I said," Cas says with a glint in his eye.
"Gonna be the death of me," Dean mumbles, returning to his food even as Cas rubs his arm.
"Definitely not my intention," Cas tells him with that painful, beautiful kind of sincerity that still sometimes knocks Dean onto his ass, still adjusting to people talking to him like that and meaning it.
They finish eating and Cas waits for Dean to suggest something, but then he yawns, just a little. Noticing Cas' eye on him, he gives a sheepish grin. "I was up kinda early this morning. How does a lowkey couple of hours sound? Maybe we can sprawl out in my room and watch something for awhile."
"And you can nap," Cas provides, more than fine with it, especially with how Dean has done so much to start the day off special for Cas. He suspects Dean hadn't gotten a good amount of sleep just in an attempt to prepare.
"I guess," he says hesitantly, still not really a fan of admitting he's gotten to the point where he likes naps. Which makes him feel really old sometimes.
But he knows Cas knows so all he does is roll his eyes, kiss Cas on the mouth, and head for their bedroom to pick a movie out while he waits for Cas to follow. "Any preferences?" he calls over his shoulder, digging through the box of DVDs waiting in the corner of his closet.
"Whatever you're up for," Cas says when he walks in a few moments later, shuffling over to the bed and sprawling out on his side while waiting patiently for Dean to join him.
Dean hums, picking some action flick with enough emotional beats behind it that Cas enjoys it as well, and sticks it in to the DVD player. He slumps down onto the bed and settles against Cas, smiling when Cas wraps his arms around him and just holds him. "I like this," he admits. "I mean, doing things for Valentine's Day is great and all, but I... I like staying at home and just relaxing, the two of us, too."
"I like it as well," Cas says quietly, pressing a kiss to Dean's forehead.
"We can go out later and do something, if you want," Dean offers again, feeling more and more guilty at just... not planning anything beyond breakfast and some movies. "I don't want you to feel let down by this... it is Valentine's Day, after all, we almost always do something special."
Cas nudges at him, shaking his head. "No, unless you would prefer going out. I'm perfectly happy spending the rest of the afternoon relaxing."
Dean looks up at him, observing how the faint light from the TV flickers over Cas' face, reflecting off of his eyes. "Yeah? That's enough?"
"Yes, Dean," Cas murmurs. "Time spent with you, no matter what we do, is always the brightest point of my day."
Dean grins, cradling Cas' face and lightly kissing him. "Such a smooth talker," he teases lightly. "But it's the highlight of mine too. So I guess that's what we'll do tonight."
Cas smiles at him. "Perfect," he says.
As Dean presses against Cas, Cas' arm curling over his waist, he presses play on the remote and watches as the opening fight scene of the movie begins. He's seen the movie a million times, pretty much has it memorized and can already feel his eyes growing heavy as exhaustion sneaks in and begins to claim him. As he leans more into Cas, he thinks, True. This is a pretty perfect Valentine's Day.