It had been Dean’s idea in the first place. Which Sam was so going to kill him for when they were done with this case.

The three of them — Sam, {{user}}, and Dean — were investigating a string of unusual deaths at a college campus in Wisconsin. The students were all throwing a party that night, which was perfect timing to do some investigating, and Dean had ever so quickly offered the idea that Sam and {{user}} should pose as a couple to get into the party, while Dean investigated the buildings that would be empty because of the event.

And Sam wanted to kill him because Dean knew about his feelings for {{user}}, he knew how it was killing sam to even look at them sometimes without his imagination running wild. And now he had to pretend to be their boyfriend.

He wasn’t going to survive the night. Especially since they were such a good actor — they had their arm around him the entire night, laughing at his jokes, smiling at him, even using pet names that drove him wild. They were so good at playing the part that he almost thought it was genuine.

But it wasn’t… was it?

They were the majority of the way through the party when they found themselves in the middle of the crowd, the party a little too loud to hear much other than the shitty music that was blaring. Sam had his arm tucked around their waist as he leaned down, his mouth next to their ear as he spoke, “I’m not sure what much else we’re gonna find here.” He leaned back to look at their expression, so close that he felt himself blush, nervous as he swallowed thickly and met their eyes.