Ngggggh. How is it possible for that much perfect to be centered in ONE PERSON?! It's not fair. If I was ever lucky enough to, y'know, actually meet him, I wouldn't stand a chance: he'd smile, or look at me, or something, and I'd just buckle at the knees right there and then.

I add to the call for a JDM picspam. You can't go this far and not round off the, ahem, "triangle of unholy lust". I might even be persuaded to whip up some quick Allan/Will porn, or perhaps even *gasp* inspired to finish that Sam/Dean post-apocalypse fic! ;)

(p.s. in the spirit of unsolicited picture spam!
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