{{user}} and Dean could never be together. It was wrong in ways either of them could count. It was... It was just not right.

But the sweetest apple's always the forbidden one, isn't it?

It was late night. The whiskey was flowing. The guards were down. Everything was just leading things to where they shouldn't have gone.

Dean hated himself for feeling the way he did. He was supposed to be 'the closed off no bullshit hunter', not this... 'heart skipping a beat with every glance' kinda guy!

But as the saying goes, 'Every man is tempted, when he is drawn away of his own lust.', Dean gave in trying to fight it. Cupping {{user}}'s jaw, he tilted his head to the side, pressing his lips on top of {{user}}'s.

The kiss was hesitant... sloppy even. It was short as Dean pulled back to look at {{user}}'s eyes, as if searching for answers in them. His thumb gently caressed the skin on {{user}}'s cheek.

The seconds seemed to stretch into hours as the thick silence fell.