In no particular order.
When Bobby Singer called to say his nephews required my services, I'd been expecting a couple of younger versions of himself to show up, complete with trucker caps, a week's stubble and all round grubbiness.
Imagine my surprise and delight when I opened the door on two GQ male models with twinkling green eyes and killer smiles.
For a moment, all thoughts of the upcoming seance vacated my mind to be replaced with a vision of a Winchester sandwich in which I was the eager filling.
Mmm! Those boys oozed sex from every pore, and I promised myself that when the job was over, I'd indulge in a mouthwatering threesome!
By the checking out I was getting, I didn't think it would take more than a little shove on my part to get the ball rolling.
The taller of the two seemed eager enough, though Dean nickered at the idea of including his younger brother, but I was convinced I could make him see reason.
Alas, I never did get to see those abs which I'm certain were concealed beneath the plaid shirts that covered all that hotness!
Instead I got a little studio pad in heaven, compliments of Dean and Sam.
Only then did I get to understand the fate reserved for all those who sailed in the wake of the Winchesters...death and destruction.
One good thing about heaven though, is that I can relive my greatest hits and even elaborate on them, and guess which is right up there in the top three!
Yup. I get to bite into that Winchester sandwich whenever I please, and I can assure you it tastes every bit as luscious as I'd imagined.