Crawls into 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐍’s lap, head resting against his shoulder. “I miss you-“

A pout stole the angel’s lips, her short legs leading her right over to 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐍 and directly into his lap, face burying at his neck. “Why can’t I come hunting with you.. I miss you so much when you’re gone.”

Slides down onto 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐍’s lap, facing him. Phone in her palm, she lifts the device up and is quick to take a photo, smiling cutely as the image is made to be her background. “There. Much better.” It took her a lonnnng time to figure out how to do that.

—x

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Maybe* x.com/wingsofthursda…

Warn* 🙄 x.com/wingsofthursda…

😂😂😂😂 x.com/saltchester/st…

‘Oops-‘

Lose* 🙄🙄 I can’t spell at all today x.com/wingsofthursda…

She has carefully written ‘I love you’ in red lipstick on 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐍’s mirror for when he wakes up, along with scattering chocolate kisses in various places around the house and magic-ing up a breakfast, complete with heart shaped eggs. Sam has informed her today is —

𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐍 — ‘Valentines day’, a tradition she had long since forgotten about since its creation. But, she figured she would show Dean what the occasion was truly about, considering he wasn’t usually one for festivities. “Wake up, sunshine." She pressed a few small kisses to his cheek, —

— leaned over the side of the bed with quite the... skimpy.. apron on, including bright red heels she’d found in her vessels wardrobe. Oh, don’t worry, she bribed Sam to leave the bunker today. “Happy Valentine’s Day, handsome.”

—x

If this isn’t them- 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐍

Today is not her day. She’s tired and grumpy and does not feel good at all. In other words, I hope 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐍 isn’t planning on going out today cause she doesn’t wanna leave his lap. She’s already curled up, wearing the most comfortable things she has- slippers, yoga pants,—

𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐍 — and an oversized sweater she stole from Dean. “I miss youuuu, why’d you leave the bed-”

Like a kitten, she’s walking across the bed, finding a comfortable spot beside 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐍 and curling up at his side. Her head settles on his chest with a yawn, softly sighing.