Dean watched her face as they stepped into the elevator, his eyes scanning from her eyes to her lips as she told him he was hot.   He wanted to just reach out and grab her, being in such tight quarters.  But as her eyes raised to the security cameras, his followed, “Gotta keep it professional, Ms. Jett…at least until we get out of here…”

He finished his words just as the doors opened, and he dropped his face back to a brooding glare as they walked up to the office door.  He stuck by her side protectively and never moved his face as he pulled his badge, handing it over Mika’s shoulder.  As soon as the man commented on their ages, he knew that Mika would chime in, but when she delivered her lines without a single miss, he absentmindedly raised his eyebrows and then stared down at her proudly, breaking his cover a bit.

Dean took his ID back, and smirked, “What the hell was that?”, he asked into her ear as they followed the coroner, incredibly impressed by her.
“I’m a decent actor…but wow…”, he chuckled, his hand coming down to her lower back, before he realized he was supposed to act perpetually angry and protective.  He pulled his hand back to shove it in his pocket and wiped the smirk off his face.