It’s not until Sam tries to kiss him that Dean remembers they might not be alone.
Jessica had vanished along with Billie, back when they’d been with Rowena, and Dean had forgotten all about her in the aftermath. He’d had a pounding headache from being hit so many times, and the beer had added a pleasant buzz to everything, just enough to take the edge off. It’d been easy to forget all about their self-proclaimed baby monitor- at least until now.
Sam frowns when Dean leans out of his reach, looking kind of hurt from it. Shit. “What’s wrong?”
They’re back at home. Rowena’s off on her own, and Castiel still hasn’t made it back, so Dean supposes he doesn’t have any good reason for not being receptive to their usual displays of affection. Not an obvious one, anyways. “Didn’t you- I mean, you figure she’s still hanging around?” He lowers his voice, glancing around like Jessica might materialize. “Watching?”
Sam’s eyebrows raise, and he gives Dean a look that makes him feel like he’s being unnecessarily paranoid. “What, the reaper?”
“Yeah.” Dean makes a face, glancing around once more. Based on their brief interactions, she seems to have a special fondness for catching him off-guard with her appearances, and he refuses to let it happen again. “She said that was her job. And that she’d seen everything.”
“Uh.” Sam looks like he’s struggling not to laugh, now, and Dean scowls. “I mean, I guess she might be. Not a whole lot we can do about it if she is.”
It’s an unfairly good point, and Dean huffs out a breath before straightening up slightly. “Hey, Jessica?” he says, louder. “You still creepin’ on us?”
Silence. Nobody appears out of thin air to tease him about his porn preferences, and Dean’s not sure whether that’s a good thing or not.
“Dean, even if she is here…” Sam shrugs when Dean looks his way. “You said it yourself. She’s already seen everything.” He steps closer, and Dean doesn’t move away this time, watching him uncertainly. “So there’s no harm if we do this, right?”
It makes sense, and Dean narrows his eyes slightly. “You sure you’re not just secretly getting off on somebody watching us?”
Sam rolls his eyes that time, but he’s clearly biting back a smile and Dean kind of wants to smack him. “Pretty sure.”
This time, when Sam leans in, Dean doesn’t move away, closing his eyes and relaxing into the kiss. It’s a little easier to forget about their potential supernatural voyeur with Sam’s lips moving against his, and Dean’s glad for it, reaching up to wrap his arms around his brother’s neck and pull him in a little closer.
If he hears a faint giggle in the midst of the make-out session, then- well, it’s a hell of a lot easier to ignore when he’s got Sam distracting him.
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