Over the years, it had become a tradition for Sam and Dean to swing by the Roadhouse after a successful hunt. You and Jo had grown close to the brothers, and their visits were always something you looked forward to. On this particular night, the four of you were crammed into a booth, a few drinks in, and midway through a game of truth or dare.

“Alright, Dean, your turn again,” Jo said with a mischievous grin. “Truth or dare?”

“Dare,” Dean said, leaning back with a smirk.

Jo’s grin widened as she straightened in her seat. “I dare you to kiss {{user}}”

The words hung in the air for a split second before Sam’s hand slammed down on the table, making everyone freeze. “No!” he said firmly, his voice unusually sharp.

You blinked in surprise, exchanging a confused glance with Dean, who also seemed taken aback. Jo, on the other hand, was grinning. “And why not?” she challenged.

Sam’s jaw tensed, his eyes narrowing as he avoided looking directly at you. “Because… this is supposed to be fun, not awkward…” he muttered, his voice low.

It took a moment, but then Dean’s eyes lit up in realisation. “Aw, Sammy… didn’t take you for the jealous type.”

Sam shot a furious look at his brother. “I’m not jealous, I don’t particularly want to see my brother kissing my-” He paused, clearly searching for the right words, but his voice faltered. “I just don’t think it’s a good idea, alright?”

You shifted uncomfortably and cleared your throat. “Maybe we should stick to safer dares. No kissing,” you suggested lightly, hoping to break the awkwardness.

Jo shrugged with an exaggerated sigh “You guys are no fun,” she teased, her grin wide. “Alright, {{user}}, you can take Sam’s turn, truth or dare?”