"Well, if it isn't my prettiest customer." Dotty crowed, when Dean opened her door.

"I'm not pretty." He scowled and tossed his jacket at her; she caught it with a laugh and draped it over a bed post.

"Sugar, you tell yourself that, it don't make no difference. It's a pleasure to look at you."

Oh my yes! (Excuse me while I drool a little.)


Such a hard comparison you made between the two. Dean at least has a friend to help him relieve his *koff* tension. What does Sam have? A nasty man in a dark alley and the ability to (mostly) turn the pain into pleasure. Poor Sam...

Wonderfully crafted as always. =]