I want people to race down the highway and hear the music, with the pedal to the metal. Success is going 85 mph to your record. We don’t care if we sell a couple million- we just want to strike a cord in kids’ hearts.
When Dean and Cas do share a bed, they end up fighting a lot. And not in the…exclusive bedroom sexy playtime kind of way.
“Cas,” Dean whispers harshly when he wakes up on a Sunday morning with his feet and fingers cold and a very content warm lump lying next to him, dead to the world and his very cold, annoyed boyfriend.
“Cas!” He hisses louder this time, jabbing somewhere vaguely around his right. It works, albeit terribly - the sleeping figure next to him just growls softly, and then silence. Then, a very offensive snore.
What’s that saying again? If the mountain will not come to Mahomet, Mahomet must go to the mountain.