"So, here are the bodies", Mr. Corman told and showed us the bodies on the tables.

I widened my eyes and grimaced slightly. The bodies, those two had really been into love bites. On high level. Big chunks on both of the were missing and I was very sure I was aware of where they were.

"Any idea what happened with them?" I questioned and stared at them thoughtfully.

"Well, if you ask me, I have no clue. I guess they were just sick for love", he replied and pulled out a two boxes from the refrigerator, with their stomachs inside.

"Shit", I mumbled and saw pieces of meat stick out from them.

"Talk about Thanksgiving full."

"How'd it go?" Dean asked Sam when we were back at the motel.

"Um...No EMF, no sulfur. Ghost possession and demonic possession are both probably out", Sam informed us, making me raise my eyebrow.

"That's where I was puttin' my money", Dean muttered.

"Sam, oh gosh. You should've seen the bodies. They were like… ugh. Pieces of meat missing everywhere, their stomachs were full, you know. They looked worse than after a werewolf attack", I told him.

"Well...I mean, we got our feelers out. Not much more we can do tonight. All right. I'm just gonna go through some files. You can go ahead and get going", Sam said and directed the last to Dean.

Oh right, I thought. Valentine's Day, the day when Dean always had sex with someone.

"Sorry?" Dean said confused.

"Oh, you know. Unleash the Kraken. See ya in the morning", I said and stretched my wings.

If I could say how glad I was with having my wings back on the scale 1-10, I would say 100.

"Where am I going?" Dean wondered.

I rolled my eyes, had he started to get senile? Already? He was only thirty-one.

"Dean, it's Valentine's day. Your favorite holiday, remember? I mean, what do you always call it— Uh, unattached drifter Christmas?" Sam said and looked puzzled at me.

I nodded and smirked.

"Unattached drifter Christmas", I confirmed.

"Oh, yeah. Well... be that as it may...I don't know. Guess I'm not feeling it this year."

What? I thought and eyed him. Was he sick?

"So you're not into bars full of lonely women?" Sam questioned and looked at our brother suspiciously.

"Nah, I guess not. What?" he wondered when he noticed how both of us stared at him.

"That's when a dog doesn't eat— That's when you know something's really wrong", Sam stated, which I agreed on.

"Remarkably patronizing concern duly noted. Nothing's wrong. We gonna work or what?"

"Well, I hadn't planned to work this evening", I said and rose.

Sam and Dean looked at me confused.

"What are you going to do?" Sam asked and watched me walk away to the cupboard.

"Uh, you know. Valentine's Day, just because Dean won't do anything, doesn't it mean I won't", I stated and changed into a short red dress, black sweater tights, a black coat, fixed some makeup, and a pair of heels.

"Wait, so you and Cas are going…?" Sam wondered.

"Yup. Oh, come on, guys. This isn't my first date with him", I groaned when they shared a surprised look.

"It's just that… our little sister is going out on Valentine's Day. What will happen?" Dean said and smirked.

I rolled my eyes and blushed. Of course he believed that. Typical Dean.

"Take some condoms with you!" Dean called after me when I went out.

"Ha, ha!"

Cas waited for me in the town's park, dressed in his usual suit but had ditched the trench coat, actually. I raised my eyebrow slightly surprised but smiled. Some people were giving him strange looks because he didn't wear much clothing when it was winter, but they didn't know he was an angel. His stunning ebony wings rose a bit when he noticed me, making me smile even bigger.

"Abigail, you look marvelous", he said and widened his eyes.

"Thanks, you don't look bad yourself", I replied and gave him a quick kiss, which gave him slightly redder lips by the lipstick.

"So, where're we going first?" I wondered.

Cas smiled at me.

"Take my hand and follow me", he said.

I did as he asked for and watched his wings spread. Since I couldn't 'track' someone like ordinary angels could, I flew with him as quickly as I could, until we ended up in a huge city with a lot of people and lights.

"Oh my god, we're in France!" I gasped and admired the beautiful view from the freaking Eiffel Tower.

I had never been in France, not even as an angel. At least not on Earth.

And ever since I had been a teenager, I wanted to go here. The restaurants, the fashion, the monuments, everything. And they had a lot of history in France, like the French Revolution, where the people had been starving for food and the three words freedom, equality and brotherhood had been the words of the Revolution.

"Do you like it?" Cas asked and intertwined his hand with me.

I nodded and kissed him again, this time slower and longer.

"It's amazing, Cas", I told him and beamed.

"Let's go and check out the monuments around here."

I showed him around and told him about my point of view when the events had been, while he told me his. We both agreed on that Louis XVI had been a quite weak leader and that Pont Alexandre III was one of the most beautiful monuments in the whole city.

As we walked through the vast city, we saw a lot of bushes shaped as hearts, heart shaped balloons, a lot of heart shaped things. We also saw a lot of Cherubs flying around and making people fall in love with each other. But unfortunately, no one noticed and greeted us.

"I'm feeling a bit hungry. Do you think we can eat somewhere? I got one of my credit cards here", I said after three hours of sightseeing.

"If you want to", Cas replied and pointed at a fancy yet cozy restaurant with people speaking in French and English.

Even if there was a lot of people, the volume never got too loud to be able to hear the music in the place, or to hear Cas talk. Sometimes I wondered if someone was behind the not too loud sound.

Maybe some angel, perhaps?

I decided to eat a ratatouille with chicken filets, and to my slight astonishment, Cas chose to eat, even though he didn't need to eat something, since he was a full fledged angel.

But he did. He chose a beef with oven-baked potatoes with thyme. And we both enjoyed our meals. Paris + food= awesome.

"This is so wonderful", I said and sighed joyfully as we passed the cathedral

Notre-Dame, standing in its greatness, with lights surrounding the building.

"Mm, it is", Cas agreed and cupped my cheek with his hands and it felt like Grace as our lips moved like they were synched. I let my wings surround his body as I was fully aware that his were cloaked around me.

"I want to show you something", he murmured against my lips.

"What is it?" I wondered curiously and widened my eyes.

"Follow me."

Together, we went to an enormous garden with all kinds of trees harmonically placed, dams, animals, the whole enchilada. If I hadn't known better, it reminded me a lot of—

"Heaven", I whispered breathlessly as I touched a willow tree and looked back a Cas.

"How did you find this place?" I asked him.

"As I was looking for God, I stumbled upon this place unknowingly. I don't actually know where we are", Cas admitted and smiled shyly.

Everything inside me felt euphoric. Like I had forgotten it was the Apocalypse, the end. The fight. I lived in the now, here, in the garden with Cas.

"Have I told you how much I love you?" I said and wrapped my arms around his neck as he put his arms around my waist.

"As many times I have said it", Cas replied and let his lips touch mine.

The second they touched, a fire ignited in my chest. I wanted more of him. The kiss deepened as my hands went back and forth in his hair. Touch him, feel him, that was what I wanted. What I needed. Every time we touched each other, I fell in love with him over and over again.

If angels could have soulmates, I guessed Cas and I were each others'. But it hadn't been Fate, or Destiny bringing us together. It had been us.

"Dear goodness!" I exclaimed when Cas' phone rang, while we were in the middle of something.

Like, really in the middle of something, in the middle of the night.

"Dean?" Cas questioned before he zapped me and him to the Medical Center, right in front of Dean.

Fortunately, I was wearing clothes. To be more precise, FBI suit.

Cas had gotten better with knowing what to wear, I thought.

"We're there now", Cas confirmed, making it echo in Dean's phone.

"Yeah, I get that", Dean replied, making me roll my eyes.

"I'm gonna hang up now."

"Right."

Sam then pushed the box over to my side.

"So, get this, another murder and two suicides. And what we found was a letter, on each heart of the couple. We think it's Enochian."

"Can look it up. And you were kind of interrupting us, when we were in the middle of something", I told them.

Sam and Dean gagged slightly before Dean started to smirk.

"Told you you would need a condom or two."

I rolled my eyes again before I strapped on some gloves and picked up the heart and examined it with a microscopic lens. And there it was, the Mark of Union.

Fun, we had a rogue cherub to deal with.

"Hey, check it out", I told Cas and handed him the heart, which he took with his hand, without a glove.

Angels couldn't get sick by infections, and he probably could get his hand clean in a second anyway, I thought.

"You're right, Sam. These are angelic marks. I imagine you'll find similar marks on the other couples' hearts as well." Cas began.

"So, what are they? I mean, what do they mean?" Sam wondered.

"It's the Mark of Union. It's when two people are meant to fall in love, the forever type", I explained as Cas put back the heart and wiped away the blood off his hand, on the box.

"Okay, but who put them there?" Dean wondered.

"Cupid", I answered simply.

"A what?" Sam asked and looked like he had heard wrong.

"What human myth has mistaken for 'Cupid' is actually a lower order of angel. Technically it's a cherub, third-class", Cas told them.

"Cherub?"

"Yeah, they run around all over the world. And a lot in Paris, at least what I saw", I stated.

"You mean the little flying fat kid in diapers?" Dean questioned skeptically.

"They're not incontinent", Cas responded, making me smirk.

Angel or not, he wasn't the smartest when it came to popular culture.

"Okay, anyway. So, what you're saying—" Sam started.

"What I'm saying is a Cupid has gone rogue and we have to stop him—before he kills again", Cas informed.

"Naturally", Sam muttered.

"Of course we do", Dean said sarcastically.

"So, what, you just happen to know he likes the cosmos at this place?" Dean wondered after the waitress had left from our table.

I hadn't ordered anything, just a water. Although, unlike them, I already had eaten.

"This place is a nexus of human reproduction. It's exactly the kind of—of garden the Cupid will come to— to pollinate", Cas said slowly while Dean put ketchup on his burger.

And for some reason, Dean put the hamburger down, like he didn't have an appetite. Something was seriously wrong with him. He didn't eat, he didn't want to have sex, nothing.

"You're not hungry?" I wondered and stared at him suspiciously.

"No. What? I'm not hungry", Dean stated.

I raised my eyebrow stunned but let it go. If he wasn't hungry, fine.

"Then you're not gonna finish that?" Cas asked, making me raise my eyebrows, again.

For the first: angels didn't eat. Second: He ate just some hours ago! And that meal had been quite big.

"Okay—" I started until something caught my eye.

Something with four wings and a lot of eyes. Guess what that could be? A cupid!

"He's here", I murmured to Cas before he could begin with his hamburger.

And as the cupid was doing its job, the couple sitting on the same side of the booth began to kiss each other.

"Where? I don't see anything", Sam stated.

"He's there", I mumbled and follow the cupid's moves.

"You mean the same-side-of-the-booth couple over there?" Dean wondered.

"Meet me in the back", Cas told and zapped away.

I sighed and took a flew wingbeats before I was standing beside him.

Flying really took your power without having help, I thought and stretched my wings, who had started to ache. Like, after hard training. I guessed I used up a lot of my flying energy in France.

"Are you okay?" Cas asked concerned and glanced at me, before he turned back and held the cupid tethered.

"Yeah, flying really takes your energy sometimes", I told and flapped weakly with them, just to let them relax.

"Cas, where is he?" Sam asked when he and Dean approached.

"I have him tethered. Zoda Kama Mahrana. Manifest yourself", Cas demanded.

Cupid flew away, or zapped away somewhere, it seemed like. Well, at least not far from here, the angel power was too strong to be outside the place, and it wasn't Cas'.

"So, where is he?" Dean asked, before it popped into existence with his four wings and grabbed my brother in a tight hug.

"Here I am!" he exclaimed and laughed.

I stared at him confused, wasn't he supposed to be rogue and violent? He looked too… kind to be rogue.

"Help!" Dean gasped.

"Oh, help is on the way. Yes, it is. Yes, it is. Hello, you!" Cupid called and dropped Dean, only do crush me with his hug.

I yelped as his angelic strength almost made me pee myself, I hadn't been to the bathroom for a while now.

"Ouch!" I squealed.

"Hello, you!" Cupid greeted loudly and hugged Cas, making him make sounds of discomfort.

Poor, baby, I thought. Even his wings looked slightly 'crushed'.

"This is Cupid?" Dean said horrified.

"Yep", I told before the cupid dropped Cas.

"And look at you, huh?" he said cheerfully.

"No", Sam said terrified and backed away, only to be crushed by him again.

The perks with having wings.

"Yes! Yes, yes, yes!"

"Is this a fight? Are we in a fight?" Dean wondered as Sam was fighting helplessly against the naked cupid.

For my own eyes and to be polite, I didn't stare at something that was below his waist.

"This is... Their handshake", Cas explained slowly while I moved closer to him.

"I don't like", Dean muttered.

"No one likes it", Cas replied as I watched Cupid drop Sam after hugging him longer than the rest of us.

It was really a miracle they hadn't noticed the fact that they were the only one liking their handshake.

"What can I do for you?" he asked us.

"Isn't it obvious? Why are you killing the ones you've marked?" I questioned.

"What? They are?" Cupid wondered with his smile faltering.

"Listen, birthday suit, we know, okay? We know you been flittin' around, popping people with your poison arrow, making them murder each other!" Dean said loudly.

"What we don't know is why", Cas added.

"If this is some order from my brothers, they're so gonna deal with me", I muttered.

"You think that I—Well, uh...I don't know what to say", Cupid said started to sob loudly while turning away from us.

Wow, took an unexpected turn, I thought and stared at the crying cupid, who still was naked, which was awkward.

"Should...Should somebody maybe... go talk to him?" Sam wondered and glanced at Cupid wearily.

"Yeah, that's a good idea. Give 'em hell, Cas", Dean said and patted the angel's back.

"You go, Cas", I said and pushed him gently toward the cherub.

Cas glared at us before he looked at Cupid awkwardly.

"Um... look. We didn't mean to, um...hurt your feelings", he began before Cupid gripped him tight and hugged him, again.

I was really glad that I wasn't the one to comfort the cupid.

"Love is more than a word to me, you know. I love love. I love it! And if that's wrong, I don't want to be right!" Cupid sobbed.

"Yes, yes. Of course. I, uh...I have no idea what you're saying", Cas stated and patted Cupid's back slowly.

I glanced at Sam and Dean before I went back to looking at Cas and the crying cupid. This was one of the most sensitive cherubs I'd ever seen. And cherubs were sensitive.

"I was just on my appointed rounds. Whatever my targets do after that that's nothing to do with me. I— I was following my orders. Please, brother. Read my mind. Read my mind, you'll see", Cupid told and let Cas read his mind.

By judging Cas' expression, Cupid was innocent.

"He's telling the truth."

"Jiminy Christmas. Thank you."

"Wait, wait, you said—You said you were just following orders?" Dean wondered.

"Mm."

"Whose orders?"

"Whose? Heaven, silly. Heaven!" Cupid said and laughed.

"Why does Heaven care if Harry meets Sally?" Dean asked.

"They don't. They just care about bloodlines, destinies, durable vessels. Like us, or you two, to be exact", I explained.

"What?" Sam said.

"Yeah, the union of John and Mary Winchester— Very big deal Upstairs, top priority arrangement", Cupid added.

"Are you saying that you fixed-up our parents?" Dean asked.

"Did you know this?" Sam wondered and looked at me.

"Um…" I started awkwardly.

"Well, I was one of the ones who ordered it to happen. Michael, Raphael and I. We kind of ruled Heaven and fixed everything. So… yeah."

Dean and Sam stared at me before they turned back to Cupid.

I actually had a very excuse for not telling them, it hadn't been necessary. Why would it be important with Mom and Dad getting together by Heaven? Oh right, because they were dead. Another thing I was pissed at myself as an angel.

"Well, not me, but... Yeah. Well, it wasn't easy, either. Ooh, they couldn't stand each other at first. But when we were done with them— Perfect couple", Cupid told them.

"Perfect?" Dean questioned.

"Yeah."

"They're dead!"

"I'm sorry, but... the orders were very clear. You and Sam needed to be born. Your parents were just, uh...meant to be. A match made in Heaven. Heaven!" Cupid sang before Dean punched him in the face.

Hadn't he learned anything about punching angels in the face? Last time he'd punched an angel (Cas), the angel hadn't felt anything and Dean had hurt his hand. Which he did, again.

"Son of a bitch!" Dean grumbled before the emotionally hurt cherub flew away.

"Where is he? Where'd he go?!"

"I believe you upset him", Cas stated, making me nod.

"Upset him?!"

"Dean, stop it. You just punched a cupid", I said.

"I punched a dick!" Dean protested.

"Um...Are we gonna talk about what's been up with you lately or not?" Sam asked Dean.

"Or not", Dean stated and left.

After that, I kind of started to have a French Fries frenzy, which made me realize that it wasn't love gone wrong, it was Famine, the Horseman. And things got clearer when Cas ate at least a hundred burgers, or more.

But we had some problems, Sam. His cravings for demon blood got stronger. So we chained him to the bathroom (he escaped) and went to take Famine's ring. Which went fine. In our standards.