My brain: So get this. In the middle of their most recent case, Sam and Dean leaned against one other in the Impala stealing a rare moment of intimacy. Sam enjoyed the closeness and decided that the urgency of their investigation could wait for a few stolen kisses.
As things were getting heated, they were reminded of their responsibility by a radio crackle. Reluctantly, they pulled apart and straightened out. Dean chuckled softly and brushing a thumb gently over Sam's bottom lip, catching a lingering strand of saliva that connected them.
“I can't have you going out like that.” Dean said, his eyes glimmering with mischief.
Sam blushed but smiled back, feeling grateful for their unspoken connection, even in the midst of their dangerous work.
Me in public setting and totally caught off guard: WHAT!?
My brain: What? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
