say you won't let go, sam winchester [ 4 ]

007. valentine's day

Miranda is putting the dishes up after getting the kids lunch. She turns around, stopping when she finds Sam standing there with a box of chocolates.

"What's this?" She asks.

"Uh... just a-- just a little gift." Sam says. "Happy Valentine's Day." He smiles, holding the box out to her. Miranda smiles, taking it.

"Thank you very much." She softly smiles, leaning up to peck him on the lips. "I got you something too, you know?"

"Yeah?" He asks.

"Mm-hmm." She nods. "I'm wearing it." She whispers, smirking up at him. It only takes Sam a moment before he's letting a quiet groan out.

"Can I see it now?" He pleads.

"Nope. Not until 10 -- when it's safe." Miranda states.

"Oh, baby." Sam groans and she giggles. "Just a little peek. A quick little showing -- super quick."

"It's never super quick with you." Miranda scoffs.

"It'll still be shorter than later." Sam says. "Just let me see it."

"No." She shakes her head.

"Oh, come on. Don't they have nap time?" He whines.

"Serena just turned 5. Designated nap times have been done for a while." Miranda says.

"Please." He gives her puppy dog eyes.

"Just gonna have to wait." She says, walking away. Sam whines, throwing his head back in annoyance and frustration.

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The next morning, Miranda and Sam are sitting in the kitchen, Sam on his laptop and Miranda leaning against him.

"Morning." Sam greets. Dean grumbles, going to the fridge and opening it. Sam looks at his brother, eyebrows furrowing when he looks at his neck. Dean takes a bite of some Chinese takeout.

"Is that a hickey?" Sam asks as Dean spits the food out.

"And? It was Valentine's Day. I can't help it if I'm a hopeless romantic." Dean says, going to the coffee pot.

"Definitely hopeless." Miranda mutters.

"You got half of that right." Sam says.

"Just doing my civic duty. Helping all the single ladies." Dean says.

"More like scarring all the single ladies." Miranda rolls her eyes.

"You know, the best thing about February 14th? You don't have to be Mr. Right. Just Mr. Right Now." Dean sits across from his brother.

"That's classy." Sam comments with a sarcastic smile.

"Yeah, and what'd you do, judgy? Curl up in your snuggie, watch 50 Shades on cable?" Dean asks.

"Yeah." Sam nods. "No." He shakes his head.

"See, he's always Mr. Right -- in any situation. Cause he knows how to actually treat a woman." Miranda states.

"Check this out." Sam turns his laptop to face Dean. "Stacy Altman, 19 year old babysitter from Hudson, Ohio was murdered last night."

"Oh, that blows. But if her name's not Amara, how is that us?" Dean asks.

"Because her heart was ripped out." Sam says.

"On Valentine's Day? What is that like an ironic werewolf? All right, we'll check it out. But first, I need bacon." He states. "And is that a hickey?" He points to Sam's neck.