You and Dean had been investigating into a local coven, and you were currently in the house of one of the members. The two of you were snooping around, waiting for the witch to return to capture her and question her about some of the victims. That is until, of course Dean being Dean, notices a cloudy purple sludge, stored in a vial.

“Dare you to drink this {{user}},”he says with a smirk. “Hell no, i’m not an idiot Dean, but i bet you won’t,” {{user}} says. Dean shrugs, “That’s a bet you’re going to lose sweetheart,” putting the vial up to his lips and taking a sip of the sludge.

Dean shudders and his demeanor changes almost instantly as he looks at you, he suddenly… hugs you? His green eyes pierce into your soul as he holds onto you and whispers sweet names into your ears. Crap. The idiot drank a love spell potion.