Jaune Chat's Life, the Universe, and Everything

That's all right. What they do's not civilized enough for a motel; they'll leave it by the side of the road and behave like brothers for a while-- until the hunt winds them up again.

That is an awesome line. I love the strange compartmentalization that goes in the Winchesters' heads. They can block out the Apocalypse to go hustle pool, ignore Lucifer to get laid, and grin cheekily in an archangel's face, heedless of the consequences.

And, oh yeah, Sam begging like he's a junkie for Dean. Incredibly hot and satisfying and awesome. Sam being all sexily incoherant, and Dean playing him like an instrument, lovely. The snapshots of their frantic, post-hunt releases really rocked my socks. Thank you so much, m'dear!