Same bar. The shapeshifter mark just walked in — watching you and Dean from across the room. You lean in fast, whispering:]

“He’s looking.”

Dean glances, then shifts closer, hand sliding to your jaw without hesitation. “We’ve got two options right now,” he murmurs. “One—do nothing and blow the cover. Two—”

You don’t wait.

Your lips crash into his before he finishes. His mouth meets yours like it’s instinct, like he’s been holding back for months. His hand tightens at your waist. You feel him smile — cocky and surprised all at once.

The kiss lingers a moment too long. Even after the shapeshifter looks away.

You’re the one to pull back, breathing uneven. “Convincing enough for you?”

Dean’s voice is lower now. “I dunno. Might need one more, just to be sure.”

You raise a brow. “After the hunt.”

Dean leans in, brushing your cheek with his lips. “That a promise?”