Dean's the one suffering the cupid curse here; nothing's stopping Meg from booting him out of the room, but then she's still here and Dean -- oh Dean is definitely/i> here, thrusting shallowly into her while he gets his balance and tests angles, and -- let's be real -- teases her just that little bit more. They skipped the foreplay; he has to make sure she's getting the most out of this, right? Dean has a reputation to uphold, okay.

"Workin' on it," he mutters, and his smile comes back before he kisses her; he times a harder thrust for just after, picking up the rhythm now to something steady and deep.