I love that this feels like being inside Dean's head, thoughts all rushed together and confused. There also is such lovely lust and tension and mmmmmm.
This basically is Dean's thoughts on both Sam and the Impala, and everything they mean to him, that they are his whole world and all that really matters. Beautiful descriptions, this fic is just gorgeous.
This is so super hot, I don't even have WORDS.
This week's US Weekly did a thing about bad Valentine's Days and it quoted one Chad Michael Murray (he must have a movie or new show or something in the works because suddenly, everywhere I turn, Chad is in my entertainment gossip):
"A guy friend and I went to California Pizza Kitchen, and a group of pretty girls came over to us and said, "You guys are gay, right?"
A guy friend named Jared?
Anywhoo! Off to work now!