You were on a hunt with Dean, walking through a carnival hand-in-hand. The plan was simple, lure out the jealous ghost who preyed on happy couples by pretending to be one.

“See anything?” Dean murmured, his thumb brushing against yours as he scanned the crowd.

You caught a flicker of movement near the carousel. “Yeah,” you whispered, trying to keep your tone casual. “It’s watching us.”

Dean’s eyes shifted to yours. “Where?”

You tilted your head slightly, gesturing over his shoulder. “Near the carousel, but it keeps flickering out.”

Dean’s jaw tightened. “Alright. We need to get it somewhere quieter. Away from all these people.”

“What’s the plan?” you asked, your pulse quickening.

“It gets violent when it’s the most jealous, right?” Dean’s grip on your hand tightened as you nodded. “Then we give it something to be jealous of.”

Before you could fully process his words, Dean led you behind one of the stalls and away from the crowd.

“Dean-”

“Trust me, sweetheart,” he said, his voice soft but firm. As he stared into your eyes, you could feel your heart fluttering under his intense eye contact. And then he kissed you.

The world around you faded the moment his lips met yours. Dean pressed you against the wall, one hand braced beside your head, the other gripping your hip. For a moment, you forgot it was all an act and completely melted into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck as the kiss deepened.

And then it hit, a bone-chilling cold that ran right through you. Dean broke the kiss, his forehead resting against yours as he caught his breath.

“It’s here,” he whispered, his voice low and his breath heavy. “You ready to take this son of a bitch down?"