"But they're all beautiful! I can show you what they look like," he protests, blinking down at his hand before raising the joint to his lips and taking another long, long drag. "They are all distinctly lovely in their own way and the drugs are erasing the lines between planes of existence so it is not my fault."

He lifts his free hand to cup Dean's jaw, reveling at the sheer beauty that is his husband. His soul is like diamonds.

"We must have a lot of sex tonight, to make up for my recent lack of interest. I promise to dominate you in the forceful way you prefer."