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Obligatory Valentines Day

A/N- I know that every destiel needs a Valentine's episode at one point or another. This one is taking place during season 4 after Dean is released from the hospital after his run-in with Alistair.

Dean's POV
I'm finally out of that crappy hospital, no more breathing machines, tubes down my throat, or Sam giving me his "worried" face. It feels good to be back behind the wheel of Baby, driving off with Sammy for a little R&R at Bobby's place and maybe being able to have some little Valentine's Day celebrations tomorrow at the nearby bar. If I feel up for it, I'm still having some issues with my ribs. I also just am not feeling it this year, ever since I was pulled from hell the only woman to have caught my eye was Anna. But now she's taken to the sky's again and I can't seem to shake another angel out of my mind... Never mind, I need to hit the road.

Sam dropped off the impala at the hospital for me to drive back by myself, he rode home with Bobby and they're probably both waiting. I exit the hospital and stand still for a moment outside, just breathing in air that doesn't smell worse than Sam's crappy health food. I see a flash of tan and turn my head quickly, but nothing is there... I could've sworn it was the same color as Cas's trench coat too. Weird.

I drive all the way back to Bobby's in silence. I don't really feel like listening to music, I'm content with the sound of the wheels on the road and a soft rain that started falling on the roof.

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Cas's POV
I don't know why I follow the elder Winchester out of the hospital. My orders were to simply assure heaven that he is still functional for his duty yet to come. I duty I pray he will never have to carry out, if he does it will make him someone else... Something else.

I can't understand why I feel so strongly for the human to stay safe... But it is a pull more powerful than my orders, and it frightens me. Anna told me these emotions would get worse, but they also get better. When he smiles, I feel as if everything is fine for a split second.

I sit in the back of the impala and each as he makes the long drive over to his surrogate fathers house. When he leaves I remain in the car for a moment. Humans, they have perfectly good feet but they choose instead to drive such contraptions. I will admit that this one seems to be a bit better than the rest, solely because it belongs to him.

I enter Bobby's house silent and invisible. Just in time to hear an interesting conversation.

"...and you're not going out? Why?"

"I just don't feel like it this year Sammy, get off my case geez"

Dean takes a drink from his beer and Sam stares at his brother, dumbfounded.

"But... It's 'unattached drifter christmas' you live for Valentine's Day"

"So you're saying you want me to go off and have sex with anything in a skirt? Nice, Sammy... Nice"

"Whatever Dean."

Sam rolls his eyes and leaves to go upstairs with his laptop. It turns out that the boys found a note left on the table. It generally says that if Sam and Dean stay they'd better have the place looking as clean as they found it because Bobby was working a hunt.

My eyes return to the hunter, sipping away at the alcohol humans seem so fond of an looking out the window. I feel the urge to show myself, it's so strong that I can't control myself. Before I can stop to think about what I do Dean's chair tips back with the force of his surprise when I appear out of thin air.

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Dean's POV

I spasm wildly when Cas appears without warning in front of Bobby's kitchen table. The chair falls backwards and I try to right myself before the falling stops.

I haven't hit the floor but I'm still, Cas managed to catch me before I hit the ground.

"Apologies, I did not mean to cause such and extreme reaction"

Cas.... He just doesn't get I does he, still. The effect of him is comforting. I don't know why but I feel safe with him. Protected.

"No harm no foul"

He gives me a confused looks and I just shake my head. I pick up my beer again (from the floor where it fell when I knocked it off the table) and try to take a drink. I end up cutting my lower lip and letting out an impressive string of curses.

"Allow me."

Cas walks over and touches my lower lip. The pain of the cut fades and I look at him, when we see how close we are.

Well, he did get me out of hell, he believed in me when I didn't believe in myself. He even saw why I felt so bad to have come back from hell... And he's tried his best to keep me safe. So why not? It's almost Valentine's Day after all...

I quickly grab his trench coat and pull his mouth to me. He seem surprised at first but begins to slowly kiss back. We stay locked until I run out of breath and pull away.

"That was... Great"

He slowly says the word. I smile at him again,

"Happy Valentine's Day... Castiel"

He looks happy as his full name rolls off my tongue and This time he pulls me to him. The Angel and the hunter... What a pair we make.