'Dean. Naked, except for his boxer-briefs, sex-flushed and bedheaded and grinning like someone who just had it really fucking good. Sam blinked. Dean held up the paper bag in his hand like an offering. “Got you some fries. I would have brought them over earlier, but I thought you were asleep.” He rustled the bag enticingly. “You want ‘em or not?”

“I hate you,” said Sam, and closed the door.

“More for me,” said Dean brightly, as he walked away.'

This is so in character I'm crying.

I very rarely comment on fic, but I honestly couldn't resist telling you how much I love every single one of your fics. I started with Voice of the Turtledove a few weeks ago and was on my third read or so before I found out you had a whole host of other lovely fics! Your Jensen/Misha FPS are particularly phenomenal. Thank you for being amazing. :D

I'm dead from all the awesome.