I am officially in love. Oh, Dean Smith, how I love you so. Let me count the ways:
- "I'm gonna do you a public service and let you know you overshare"
- Red suspenders. Need I say more?
- Slicked back hair.
- "Save it for the health club", "Look, man, I told you, I'm not into the, uh..." (Uh huh, right. ;D)
- Blue suspenders. With what looked like diamonds on them. With a tie that really doesn't match. xD Oh I love your color blindness and inability to dress yourself. It's so cute!
- *Purrs* Buttoning up your shirt in your office (is that skin?).
- Calling Sam Sammy, even when you think you don't know him.
- And the list goes on...
Also, I've been harboring the hugest clean-shaven!Dean for the longest time and Dean Smith? Is clean shaven. Ah Love! How thee hath pierced me with thine cruel arrows!
And if I may attempt to psychoanalyze the moment, can I say that after killing Sandover, Sam and Dean have the wonderful-est subconscious moment? Here you've got Sammy, and all he wants is his big brother back, and he's so very very lonely and lost and he's reaching out to Dean ("I know you'") but Dean's angry and so very very lonely and lost and feels like no one understands him anymore, least of all himself ("Know me? You don't know me pal"). *squees* Oh boys. I love you so very very much. :D
Anyway, getting to the point of my heading, if I ever want to off myself in an incredibly gruesome and painful manner, I now know how to fry my brain in a microwave. Joy. (I totally called that pencil thing. Also, stabbing oneself in the neck with stick-like objects? Totally old-school. There was this one Jackie Chan movie [I think? One of the Asian karate dudes] where he stabs this one assassin/hitman dude with a pair of chopsticks. Now that's hardcore.)