100 words on the nose. For Sensue. Happy birthday.


"Wow, she sure has a passion for her work" Sam commented as Dr. Tempe Brennan pored over the skeleton.

She didn't seem the least bit turned off by the melted, skinned remains and grotesque scene in front of her.

"Yea, yea, whatever," Dean blasted back.

She was in his way, and the sooner she and the rest of those, scientists, or whatever they were, were gone, the sooner he would be happy.

Dean looked at Sam, a huge smile on his face, eyes glistening wide in fascination, oblivious to Dean's mood.

"Oh my God, you're sweet on her, aren't you?"