Oh, great. Dean gave in to the temptation of laying his head back down, then groaned and lifted it again. "Do I have a fucking nametag?"

Ahahahaha! God I love you. This fic has just completely taken over my life. I started reading all the chapters today at 4, it's 11 now and I'm still reading :D

It's just such a perfect mix of darkness, angst, and even humor. Excellent work, seriously.