Bradley: Hey Col, remember that time I had to hide in my hotel room from a fangirl until Anthony came and rescued me?
Colin: Stalker, Bradley. Actual, truxfax stalker. With a cock.
Bradley: Shit. *pours whiskey*
Colin: Hey Bradley, remember that time you slipped and fell on my mouth and we accidentally made out for an hour?
Colin: Right then, more whiskey, please.
Jensen Ackles: Bitch, please. Let me tell you about the time some chick showed up to a signing in a wedding dress. And the time a screeching fangirl flung herself at me at a con. And the time--
Bradley: ...fuck acting, let's run away to Scotland and herd sheep.
Colin: You drive.
eta; And then Nick ended me by writing Jensen/Bradley/Colin comment fic. *flail*