Dean's face, body and even his hair was coated in twinkling silver pixie dust. Sam's eyes watered as he bit his lip in an attempt to stifle the guffaw which threatened to escape.
"Look at me," Dean moaned miserably, staring down at his shimmering chest with a slightly demented glaze in his eyes, "I'm sparkling in places no man should ever sparkle!"
It was Dean's outraged but glittery face that did it; Sam crumbled helplessly.
"well look on the bright side dude …" he spluttered
"what freakin' bright side?"
"… It didn't do Edward Cullen any harm."
It was almost worth the carpet burns.