Dean
"What do you want to watch?" Dean asked as he looked through the movies on the shelf. You skimmed over the the movies until you found one.

"Captain Philip?" Dean asked as he looked over the movie. "You don't want The Notebook or something?"

"Captain Philip is an amazing movie," you said. "Much better than The Notebook."

"Okay. Are you okay with Chinese tonight?" He asked as he paid for the movie.

"Sure."

Once you got home, you popped the movie into the dvd player and started eating your Chinese food. Dean attempted to make the night more romantic as he tried to feed to.

"You're such a romantic," you joked.

"I am. Look," he said as he leaned in to kiss you gently on the lips.

You broke away and looked into his eyes. "I love you. Happy Valentine's Day, babe," you said. You leaned into his chest and he wrapped his arm around you as you two finished watching the movie.

Sam
It absolutely sucked that the hunt Sam was on took longer than you guys had thought. You stayed at a motel, while Sam and Dean went to California.

You were sulking all Valentine morning until Sam sent you an email with a set of instructions. You broke into a smile when you you read them and started to get ready.

At 7:56, you put your laptop in front of the table where you were having dinner. At 7:58, you were logging onto Skype. At exactly 8 pm, you had a Skype call from Sam.

Sam appeared on the screen, wearing his FBI suit and a surprised look on his face. "Y/N, you look beautiful as always," he said.

"Thanks, you look sharp, too," you said, smiling at him.

There was a knock on your door. "Who could that be?" You asked yourself.

"I don't know, why don't you go check it out?" Sam asked, holding back a smile.

You raised an eyebrow at him and walked to the door. Standing at the door was a teenage boy holding a vase with flowers and a teddy bear. "Y/N Y/L/N?"

"Yes," you said.

"There's are from Sam Winchester," he said, handing you the things.

You walked back to Sam and said, "Thank you so much, Sam. You didn't have to."

"It's the least I could do. Sorry I couldn't be there."

"It's okay. So how's the hunt going?"

You had a lovely dinner date with Sam.

Castiel *picture of necklace provided*
You were in charge of the Valentine's day date. You had an entire evening planned out until your friend dropped off her daughter Zoey so her husband and she could go out. So you had to improvise.

Cas popped in at around seven to see you in your jeans and a sweat shirt with a small six year old. "Y/N?" Cas asked. You and Zoey were making jewelry out of small beads. "Do humans usually do this on Valentine's day?"

You laughed and told him to sit down next to you on the round table. "We're babysitting Zoey tonight. So, our date tonight will be making jewelry for each other, peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, and a late night showing of The Little Mermaid." "Yes!" Zoey said from her side of the table.

"Okay," Cas said with a small smile as he grabbed a piece of string and started to work on a necklace for you. You had a ring and you hot glued a blue crystal on it because it reminded you of Castiel's eyes.

When you both finished, you gave it to each other. You loved the necklace and it fit perfectly on you. The ring didn't fit on Castiel's fingers, but you quickly improvised and put the ring on a necklace so that Cas could wear it on his neck.

Zoey knocked out after sandwiches, but you and Castiel still watched The Little Mermaid. When they started signing "Kiss the Girl," Cas leaned in and kissed you slowly because "the crab said so".

Gabriel (I have a bit too much fun writing this)

"I am not doing it," you said.

"C'mon, live a little," he said.

"I can live a little. I can have a threesome (can not will), I can drink 20 shots in a row, I can do a cartwheel, but I will not do karaoke," you said, finishing your drink.

"Please, for me," he said, giving you puppy eyes.

"Ugh, fine," you said.

"Great, we're up next," he said, taking your hand and leading you up the stage. He handed you a microphone. You rolled your eyes and you faced the screen.

"They say we're young and we don't know. We won't know until we grow," you said. Your hand was shaking with fear. How did you let Gabriel convince you to sing on stage?

Gabriel grabbed your hand and looking into your eyes as he sang, "Well I don't know if all that's true cause you got me, and, baby, I've got you." Right, that's how he convinced you. "Babe."

"I've got you, Babe. I've got you, Babe," you two sang in unison with a smile on both your faces. You were so invested in each other and the song that you almost didn't realize there was some cheering.

"They say our love won't pay the rent. Before it's earned, our money's been spent," you looked away from Gabriel and smiled at the crowd.

"I guess that's so, we don't have a lot. But at least I'm sure of all the things we got," Gabriel sang as he winked at the crowd. "Babe." He looked at you and you looked at him.

"I've got you, babe. I've got you babe," you sang again in unison.

"I got flowers in the spring. I got you to wear my ring," Gabriel sang. You held up your hand and showed your ring as proof.

"And when I'm sad," you made a show of frowning and running a finger down your face as if it was a tear. "You're a clown. And if I get scared, you're always around." You faced Gabriel again. "So, let them say you're hair's too long, cause I don't care, with you I can't go wrong."

"Then put your little hand in mine," you put your hand in his. "There ain't no mountain or hill we can't climb. Babe."

"I got you, babe. I got you, babe," you both sang again, completely forgetting about the cheers and clapping going on around you.

"I got you to hold my hand," Gabe sang.

"I got you to understand," you sang.

"I got you to walk with me."

"I got you to talk with me."

"I got you to kiss goodnight."

"I got you hold me tight."

"I got you and I won't let go."

"I got you to love me so."

"I got you, babe. I got you, babe. I got you, babe. I got you, babe. I got you, babe," you both sang together.

Your lips crashed together in a passionate kiss as everyone else cheered.

Lucifer
You were running so fast. You could feel your heart beating out of your chest and you were hoping he didn't catch you. "Y/N!" You heard him yell.

You were almost safe. You could see the lake from where you were. If only you could speed up a little more . . .

Someone crashed into you, sending you to the ground. Their arms broke your crash so you didn't get hurt, but you could hear them groan.

"Lucifer, are you okay?" You asked, getting up.

"Yeah," he said. He stood up and asked, "Are you?"

"Yep."

"Good. Now, where are my clothes?" Lucifer asked. You had almost forgotten that he was only in his boxers.

"Your clothes are near. Just follow me," you said, grabbing his hand and leading him to the lake.

The lake was beautiful at night. The stars and moon glowed brightly. The lake was peaceful. The trees that surrounded it secluded the lake from anyone else. It was perfect.

"Do you want to go swimming?" Lucifer asked as he stared at the lake in surprise.

"Yep," you said as you took off your top. You slide off your pants and looked at Lucifer. "You're gonna join me?"

Lucifer nodded, walking over and wrapping his arm around your exposed waist. He leaned in and slowly kissed you, taking his time to kiss you lovingly.

You broke away and smiled at him, "You ready to go in?"

"Yeah," he said, taking your hand and walking into the warm water.

Crowley
The original plan for valentine's day was to drink wine and make love on the beach. That all went to hell when you guys drunk.

"I love you, Y/N," Crowley said, wrapping his arms around you and kissing your face.

You giggled. "I love you, bitch! I ain't ever gonna stop loving you, bitch!" You laughed as you saw the look of shock on Crowley's face. "I'm kidding. I love you babe. Babe, come back! I'm sorry! I love you. Crowwwlleyy."

Crowley fell onto the bed. "I thought you loved me," he whispered in pure drunk heart ache.

"I do," you said, laying down next to him and kissing his neck.

"I love you, too. I love your hair. I love your dress. Black is a good color on you. I love you. I love . . . "

You were snoring on his chest and he stared down at you. "I love you," he said, falling asleep as well.

Balthazar
Balthazar had planned your Valentine's day since January. He'd reserved a table at New York's fanciest (yet affordable) restaurant. You were all ready in your tight red dress black heels.

Balthazar looked fine as well. He wore a grey stripped suit and his hair was perfect as ever.

When you saw him, you both were mesmerized by each other's beauty. You admired each other for a moment before Balthazar spoke.

"You look beautiful," he said.

"You're very handsome," you replied.

"You want to go now?"

"Yeah," you said, hooking your arm around his.

At the restaurant, you and Balthazar were having the time o your lives.

"If I was a zombie, you wouldn't kill me!?" You asked in shock, sipping on fine wine.

"Of course I wouldn't," Balthazar replied.

"Dude, you have to kill me if I become a zombie," you said.

"No, I love you too much to kill you."

"Aw, mon cherie. You're an idiot. I could kill you."

"You can kill me if I become a zombie. But I cannot kill you if you become a zombie."

"You love me that much?"

"I do, ma cherie," Balthazar said.

"Aw, I love you, too," you said, leaning over the table and kissing him.