Sadly, there was very little making out.
Last night I dreamed I was Jensen and Jared gave me a pretty gorgeous engagement ring, which he apparently got from some outdoor market in Mexico. But it was a really nice ring. I don't know anything about jewelry, but I distinctly remember the diamond: it was a smooth sphere, not sharp or cut or anything, but it was really beautiful. He had a matching one. Then some unspecified spy/law enforcement group showed up and said since we were obviously so good with outdoor markets, we should help them go undercover at this market in the Middle East. The next thing I knew I was standing in some alley in Lebanon in this ridiculous undercover outfit, debating whether or not to take the ring off. I was worried that if I was captured and tortured, they would know my weakness or something.