I so totally love this chapter. I love the way Dean thinks he's a dream, and then kind of *hopes* he's a dream, even though he really wants him to be real. *sigh* Sad, lonely Dean is love. Also totally love how they keep wanting to touch each other. I was thinking the other day how this is a perfect set up for a Wincest, because even though they're brothers, Sam at least doesn't have memories of that, so it's totally okay that he wants to lick Dean's face off. =D

Not that I have problems with Wincest in general, obviously. But I like the sort of amnesia-with-a-twist setup more and more with each read.

You rock, sweetheart. Hard core. To the max. With chocolate chips on top.