While the red on Sam's collar looked spicy,
its origins were rather spectacularly dicey.
"That's blood, not cosmetics!"
Dean knew, as a fetishist.
Sam just dived on Dean's neck, and not nicely...
Though her lipstick was wonderfully red,
the lady herself was quite obviously dead.
"She's a ghoul," Dean warned Sam,
"Get the gun. I just—damn!"
Dean was fast, though. His chair took her head.
"Dean cuddles" (Supernatural) for sweeny_todd
Dean would roam in the bed like a barge
'til he ran into Sam (who was really quite large).
"You're too heavy, I'll smother,"
Sam kept telling his brother,
but Dean hung on with a magnet-like charge.
(Watch this space)