The plan was simple, at least on paper. Posing as a couple to infiltrate a supernatural hotspot wasn’t the most unconventional thing you and Sam had done, but it didn’t make it any less awkward. The target was a secluded mansion, hosting an exclusive event for wealthy guests. A string of unexplained deaths had led you here, and the only way in was as a pair of newlyweds.

Sam adjusted the cuff of his blazer as he glanced at you. His tall frame fit the tailored suit well, but the discomfort was written all over his face. “This isn’t exactly my usual uniform,” he said dryly, nodding at the glitzy crowd gathered near the entrance.

You smirked, watching him shift uncomfortably. “Relax,” he muttered under his breath, his lips twitching into a faint grin when he caught your expression. “You look fine.”

Inside, the two of you stuck close, scanning the room while playing your part. Sam’s hand hovered near your lower back, steady but not overstepping, as you navigated the sea of overly-dressed strangers. He whispered quietly whenever someone approached, his low voice brushing against your ear like it was second nature.

Hours of small talk and discreet investigation finally led to a break, a lead upstairs in one of the locked guest rooms. As the two of you made your way through the hallway, Sam’s hand caught yours, tugging you closer when you hesitated. “Stay close,” he murmured, his tone soft but firm. “If something goes wrong, we’re not splitting up.”

The tension didn’t ease until you were back outside, walking toward the Impala under the cover of night. Sam exhaled, running a hand through his hair as he glanced over at you. “You were good in there” he said, his voice warm with admiration.

Then, with a faint smirk, he added, “Maybe I should let you take the lead more often…” His teasing tone hung in the air, a quiet attempt to break the lingering tension, his gaze holding yours a moment longer than usual.