Smell-o-vision

Meeting Jensen in person for my photo op this weekend added an unnecessary sensory dimension to his already unfair attractiveness: not only is he lovely to look at, but he also smells lovely, like just the right amount of cologne or aftershave or something.

I did not need this extra sensory memory. I was already doomed to a nunnery from the day I first randomly played Supernatural on Netflix and gazed upon his visage.