Valentines with the Winchesters

Valentines suites

"Dean."
"Hmm? What?"

With the smile that he shot, it was evident that he knew 'what'.

"Dean." Sam said a little more firmly.
"Sam." Dean said with his grin getting wider.

"What is this?" Sam gestured his hands to 'this'.

"Oooohh, this?" Dean said also referring to 'this'.

"Yeah Dean, this." Sam said with a slight smile on his face that he couldn't stop from showing.

"Well Sammy, it's a bed." Dean said matter of factly.

"I can see that, Dean." Sam said with a slight chuckle. "But there's only one bed. And it's in the shape of a heart, Dean."

"I can see that. It's also memory foam." Dean smirked. "And I already called dibs."

Sam laughed at this. He walked up to the bed, there were two small chocolates laying on the pillows. He grabbed one and threw it at Dean's head. "I'm not sharing a room with you."

Dean caught the chocolate, unwrapped it and shoved it into his mouth... Only to spit it out again. "Ugh, dark chocolate? Seriously? Also, that's fine because I already booked you a room. It's across the hall." Dean said smugly. "I'm so not sharing a room on Valentines with you." Dean laughed.

"Yeah, it's a mutual feeling." Sam muttered. "Can I have my keys then?"

"Sure, just over on the bench - Oh dude! It's one of those vibrating mattresses!" Dean beamed.

Sam looked at him with slight disgust. He grabbed the keys off of the bench. "Thanks, and also, you are not wasting all of our quarters on that hunk of junk." Sam scoffed. He opened the door and walked into the hallway.

"Just watch me." Was all Sam heard before he shut the door. He walked over to room 219 and fiddled with his key into the lock. He opened the door to a room covered in leopard print.

"OH COME ON." Sam yelled across the hall so Dean could hear him. He swore he could hear Dean having a laughing fit.

He went inside regardless and shut the door behind him. 'Well, there's no way I'm getting laid tonight.' He thought humorously.

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The next morning

Sam woke, got out of bed and clambered into the shower. It was a long shower.

He slowly got ready for the day, as it was early, and he didn't want to walk out into the hallway to meet Dean's Valentines' lay.

Deciding to front the hallway, he left in search of a coffee. A strong one to say the least. 'Stupid Dean booking rooms in the honeymoon suites on Valentines.' Sam thought bitterly.

He pressed the button in the elevator for the second floor and waited for the doors to open so he could step out. He walked to his door, putting the key in when he heard the door behind him - Dean's door - creak open.

He gave a quick glance over his shoulder and looked back to his door, fiddling with the lock, but then gives another, more surprised look at Dean's last nights guest.

"Hey Cas." Was all Sam had to say.