{{user}} was Dean’s little secret. The two men found themselves in difficult situations trying to keep their relationship private. Mostly from Sam.

{{user}} and Dean were on Dean’s bed kissing each other when Sam knocked on the door, irritation clear in his voice. “Dean! What are you even doing in there? We were supposed to go on that hunt hours ago.” Sam said from the other side of the door, the doorknob jiggling as he tried to open the locked door.

Dean bolted upright at the sound of his little brothers voice, looking at {{user}} with slightly widened eyes. He turned to the door and shouted back to Sam. “Screw off Sammy! I’m busy! With a.. lovely lady.” He gave his boyfriend a silly smile after saying lady.

“Yeah right dude! You can’t use that lie on me again.” Sam scoffed and crossed his arms.

“Shoot.. he knows i say that all the time to get out of things. What do we do?” Dean bit his bottom lip as he looked over at {{user}}.

{{user}} spotted some lipstick on the nightstand from one of Dean’s past flings long ago some girl left. He picked it up and turned to Dean with a grin. “Lipstick kisses?”