I totally took the Brady episode as tacit canon that Sam and Brady "experimented." Many times over. In many positions. ::nods::
I need to have this more on the tip of my tongue. No extra dirtiness implied or intended. Usually the conversation is turning to Dean's heterosexuality, but I'm totally not above talking about Sam's bisexual penis. Nosirree.
I really like romcoms. Well, in theory. Most of the actual movies make me scream and run away in horror. But the idea of a meet cute, a bit of angst and conflict and a smidge of misunderstanding, and then intense sexytimes? Not necessarily in that order, some segments repeatedly? I really like.
The idea that Dean and Cas stare tenderly into each other's eyes (jade meets sapphire, the world stops turning) and pledge to be each other's one and only for ever and ever (with a side helping of "That bitch Lisa!" or for a while "That bitch Meg!" (yeah, you rang?)) and everything is cooing doves and hearts aflutter?
NO. That's not what I meant. Yes, the show is one of the funniest things on TV. Yes, they're all capable of scarily intense emotion and devotion. But that does not have to make for crappy Mills and Boon stories, I swear.
And, maybe weirdly for someone who's as close to her sister as I am (or because?) I find it unutterably creepy when every story has Dean and Sam dating brothers. Hand-flappy agitation.
I prefer when people write dub con Godstiel or Leviacas and I just don't read it than having to back clicky panicked out of another sugary schmoopfest where a sugar-snarfing Archangel Gabriel (or, worse yet, an overly concerned yet peculiarly alive Balthazar) decides they just can't go on unless those crazy kids start getting anally intimate. And either Gabriel is pining for Sam, or they're both dreadfully celibate.
Makes me want a matchmaker Uriel fix, I swear.