"That's just nasty." Dean said as he read about the couple in Sioux Falls who'd eaten each-other to death. "Just figures that something like this would happen around Valentine's day."

Dean was still rather upset about the whole "Anna" debacle, and slightly sickened due to that whole human morality thing that placed "siblings" especially younger siblings in the no go category which he'd absorbed in the years since he'd...Yeah, not going to think about that. He was Dean, always was, always had been just like Sammy was and had always had been Sammy. One wrong thought around Sammy, and the whole house of cards would just...

Unfortunately, despite the fact that Dean couldn't even think of the word "romance" without remembering...he had a job to do, and this couldn't go uninvestigated, no matter how badly it turned his stomach.

"Well, that's one way to be together forever." Sam who'd been unusually clingy since they'd arrived in town said a few hours later as he examined the hearts of the two victims.

Eventually, after they'd let Castiel who seemed to have a recently discovered burger fetish be "helpful" they were seated at a restaurant waiting for the Cupid to show and start doing his work. Neither Sam nor Dean were certain if Cas knew who they were despite the number of anvils that had been dropped over the last few months, as Castiel hadn't let on either way, and the little guy was good at obfuscating as well as being cute. Another disturbing possibility that had occurred to the both of them individually at different times was that since Castiel had been booted out of Heaven, his senses had been dulled and he hadn't been able to realize that they'd gotten their grace back, despite the fact that he'd immediately recognized Gabriel.

Gabriel had mentioned to Sam and Dean separately that they'd pinged on his radar as Michael and Lucifer and that he'd rationalized it away as them being their vessels after all...

Eventually, their helpful little brother who'd been sent out to hunt for dad since he needed something useful to do with his time since he'd been looking depressed because he'd been kicked out of heaven for "disobeying" had gotten the Cupid to manifest itself.

"Yeah, no." Dean said as he backed away from the naked vessel who was coming in for a greeting. He wasn't in all that much of a mood to pretend to be happy to see his ditzy little Cupid brother who'd gone and ruined his dinner which had consisted of pie, pie, and more pie by running wild through the restaurant and turning a pair co-workers who were married to other people that had gone out for drinks after work into soulmates.

"So, what's the big idea?" Sam growled at the Cupid who was enthusiastically greeting Castiel who didn't look all that happy to see him either.

The Cupid turned to look at Sam, and his eyes comically widened. He then looked at Dean as if he hadn't seen him before. He looked back at Sam, then at Dean, and then he nervously swallowed.

"Oh, SHI-" the Cupid said as he vanished into the distance.

Sam and Dean looked at each-other, waiting for one or the other to make the move. They had a Cupid to catch. One of them did at least.

"I have to go to the bathroom." Dean said before jogging into the direction of the men's room.

As soon as he was out of the room, he vanished after the little Cupid who hadn't yet gotten more that fifty miles away. If either Sam or Castiel had noticed that the entire exchange following the Cupid's departure had taken a millisecond, neither of them said anything as he was on his way out the door. He caught up with the panicked Cupid somewhere over Kentucky. The little guy was panicked as hell, and being slammed to Earth after he was nearly in orbit, having been too panicked to make his way into heaven, didn't help matters any when it came to the little angel who'd been acting so far out of bounds it wasn't funny.

"Crap, crap, crap, crap, crap, crap, crap." the little Cupid said as he pulled himself together and flinched under Dean's gaze. "Michael's joined HIM! I'm gonna get smote, I'm gonna get smote, I'm gonna get smote..."

"You say a word about me or Sam to anybody, and you will get smote." Dean growled at the tiny Cupid. "Now, what's the big idea joining random people together like that? There were at least two couples that consisted of people that were married to other people by my count, and you made an all-male couple as well. The fact that one of those two was already gay doesn't matter."

"Um, you know, love and romance and...Why in father's name did I do that?!" the Cupid said, apparently thinking clearly for the first time in a while. "It was like my job was my entire existence, and I wanted to do nothing but my job despite the fact that only one of those couples was on the list. Sure, I like my job, who wouldn't? But..."

"Don't worry little brother," Dean said, feeling angry on the little Cupid's behalf. "I'm gonna find whatever the hell did that to you, and I'm gonna kill it, and then I'm gonna stomp on its remains, then I'm gonna bring it back from the dead, stomp on it some more, and then I'm gonna kill it."

"You're the best brother ever!" the little Cupid said as it launched itself at Dean and enveloped him in a big hug.

"Now remember, think of me as Dean and Sammy as Sam, and not a word of this to anybody." Dean said as he gently pried the Cupid off of him.

"Okay, I promise." the Cupid who seemed to have the attention span of a gnat since it seemed to be focusing its attention on a ladybug said with a slightly nervous waver in his cheerful voice.

Dean turned and made his way back to the restaurant, leaving the little Cupid who was intently watching the ladybug crawl along a leaf behind. He had a monster to kill.

An hour later, a thoroughly pissed off Dean who had an entire pie in one hand and a disgusted Sam who'd spent most of his time begging for attention and approval from anyone who'd give it to him found and dealt with Famine whom Dean stomped, brought back, stomped some more and killed just as he promised he would do.

"Dude, anger issues much?" Sam asked as he watched Dean stomp on Famine's remains once again as he ate his twelfth pie of the evening.

"I made a promise, and decided that in this case I'd go above and beyond." Dean replied, carefully not looking at Castiel who'd been thwarted by a tray of raw hamburger meat.

Deciding that Famine hadn't quite learned his lesson on why you didn't mess with his family, Dean brought him back from the great beyond with a snap of his fingers and started stomping on him again.

As he did so, a little Cupid who was afraid to go back to heaven in case...Stood there and shuddered as he watched. He'd always abhorred violence, and now he had just had his face rubbed in the fact that the greatest and most noble of his brothers was also one of the if not the most violent of them all, just like Lucifer. Up until now, since Michael had been so high above him that he'd been more of a concept than a real being to him since one so lowly as him had never gotten the chance to actually meet him, he'd kind of been able to ignore the whole going into battle and punishing the wicked thing...