You and Dean undercover was always a blast, especially when you had to act as a couple with intense sexual tension but hated each other for the littlest reasons. At a charity gala, looking for a cursed object. You were dressed to the nines, while Dean was in a tuxedo. The sexual tension, you both thought, was not faked.

You both approached a group at the gala, arm in arm but rolling your eyes, wearing rings that Sam had found for the both of you as you both exchanged muttered angry words that made you wanna burst into laughter.

The artefact that you needed to find was a cursed necklace, one that choked out whoever wore it and belonged to a possessive heiress in the eighties who got into witchcraft and found out her husband had a mistress.

Lady was insane.

You could take your eyes off Dean, and he was having an even harder time around you, practically literally. That slit in your dress that showed your smooth leg in those sexy heels were driving him up the wall, and he was climbing higher up himself. If you weren’t his best friend and his girl, his {{user}}, instead, he’d have stripped that off you and ravished you before you got to the gala.

Probably made you late.

So you both put on your best acting skills and made your way to the group of people, wanting to get the info to steal the item before the auction started.