"HAPPY VALENTINES DAY MOTHAFUCKAS." Said Lucifer as he kicked down the door to the bunker. Sam nearly fell out of his chair, and Gabriel stood there laughing. Lucifer looked around, but saw nobody else. "Where the fook are everyone?" he said in confusion.

Sam replied, "Crowley is keeping Dean away from the kitchen, because Asstiel is making chocolate for him. Gabriel and I are too lazy to make each other chocolate, so i'm looking for a movie theater near here so we can do at least SOMETHING on Valentines Day." 

The three heard a loud clang, and some sizzling come from the kitchen. They all ran into the kitchen to see Castiel standing in front of the stove, chocolate pouring out of the bowl and onto the floor. "WHATHEFUCK!!" screamed Sam. 

"What the fuck happened?" Lucifer said casually. Castiel said, "I made too little of chocolate, so Rowena used a spell to make more. When it started to overflow, she freaked out and left. Sooo..." Castiel looked down at his feet, to see the Chocolate start to eat his legs. 

"...shit.'

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Dean stood impatiently, as Crowley explained why he left his 7th girlfriend just after world war 1. He thought about maybe kicking him in the nuts, and running away, but he heard a scream coming from the kitchen.

He raced there with Crowley just behind, to see Castiel, Sam, Gabriel, and Lucifer all running out of the kitchen. Castiel grabbed Dean's arm, screaming "IT'S ALIVE! DON'T HURT YOUR FACE!!" whilst dragging him up the stairs and out of the bunker. 

They all sat in the grass and watched as the whole bunker was slowly eaten by the mutant chocolate. Dean said, "Too bad all of that chocolate went to waste..." 

"Well, not ALL of it." Castiel pulled out a little chocolate heart. Dean smiled, and held it in his hand. It started growling at him, and biting his fingers. "Aww, it's like a little baby gremlin."

Castiel put his hand over Deans, covering the... chocolate-thing.

"It's our little baby gremlin."

"Aaaaannnnddd... it's biting my hand."

"I think it bit off part of my finger."