Valentine's day was one of those days that Steve never really thought too much about. well that's a lie, he'd thought about it a lot when it came to Nancy but that had blown up in his face. he doesn't think that Valentine's day would be something that Dean would care a lot about but that doesn't stop him from conning Eddie into getting Dean out of the house for a few hours so he could make dinner and the like. by the time Dean is brought back to the house, Steve wouldn't lie that he wasn't a little stressed out about it all. the pie that he'd got is a little burnt on the top. he might have burned himself a little trying to make sure that the fries he'd made were perfect. and he was thoroughly worried that the burgers weren't cooked properly. but still there's a grin on his lips at the sight of the other when he walks through the door. "hi."
dean knew something was up the second eddie started acting weird about βurgent music opinionsβ and βyou gotta hear this riff right now, man.β he let himself get dragged out anyway.
but now he stood in the doorway, keys still in his hand, jacket half on, and the house smelled like fries and something sweet that had maybe gone a little too far in the oven. he blinked once, took in the food, the effort, the very obvious stress humming off steve like static.
ββ¦hi,β dean said back, softer than he meant to.
his eyes moved over the kitchen, then back to steve. the grin that was trying a little too hard. the way he was standing like he expected to be graded on this. deanβs expression shifted into something warm. βyou did all this?β he asked quietly.
he stepped inside, shut the door behind him, dropped his keys on the counter without looking, and crossed the room. he didn't' stop to look at the food first. he went straight to steve. one hand came up to cradle the side of his face, thumb brushing along his cheek like he needed to make sure he was real. the other caught his wrist gently, turning it just enough to see the burn on his hand.
βyou burned yourself,β dean murmured, softly concerned but he didn't want to fuss. instead, his mouth curved and his eyes crinkled at the corners. βsmells incredible. even if that pie looks like it tried to square up.β
then he leaned in and kissed him. slow. steady. full. when he pulled back, his forehead rested against steveβs. βhappy valentineβs day,β he said quietly.
there was a pause before he huffed softly, like heβd just remembered something. βokay, donβt get smug. i didnβt go full candlelight dinner mode or anything.β he reached into the inside pocket of his jacket and pulled out two slightly crumpled tickets, smoothing them between his fingers before holding them out to steve. βbut i figured you might wanna see springsteen live instead of just blasting him in the car.β
he nudged the tickets toward steve, a grin creeping in. βnext month. decent seats. had to call in a favor and maybe threaten a guy who swore they were sold out.β his eyes softened again, the timber of his voice matching. βthought we could make a night of it. no monsters. no kids. just you, me, and a stupid amount of arena reverb.β
he leaned in once more, brushing his nose lightly against steveβs. βfigured you deserved somethinβ too.β
happy valentine's day from @batsitting
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