It was a… necessary precaution. So your cover wouldn’t get blown.

You and Dean stumbled through the door of a random room in the house, lips moving hot and fast as Dean kicked the door shut. You instantly started to remove his blazer, his hands leaving your waist to allow you to do so. You both let out a sound, a groan that harmonised with a soft moan as you got lost in the feeling of your lips against one another’s. You two were playing the role of needy as hell couple pretty well, until the point where you almost fooled yourselves and each other. Wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world.

“God, baby.” Dean murmured against your lips while your nimble fingers undid his tie and let it fall with an aggressive flourish of your wrist, his back curving deliciously.

He reached out, quickly taking off your blazer and letting it drop as he tried to scan for places to put the bug and camera that Sam had supplied you with before you were found and told to leave.

This place was a suspected shifter mafia base, and you two were sent undercover to find out.

“{{user}},” He tangled his fingers in your hair, almost making you forget this was purely an act. He was a five star kisser. Damn, you were so screwed.