I will not light myself on fire to keep you warm.
Nope,” I said, closing my eyes. I should probably go back to sleep. That sounded like a good idea. “I’m pretty sure it’s Dean’s rugged sexuality interfering with the machines.
You have a heart and you have a soul and you have me. You’re not as awful as you think you are. You’re just not the same as everyone else.
You left pieces of your soul inside me.
He was wearing glasses. Who was he, Clark Kent? No one looked this good all the time. It just wasn’t possible.