When falling for someone:
Be the John to my Sherlock?
Be the Steve to my Tony?
Oh please be the Dean to my Sam on this hell of a long road trip.
Please just get on this ship with me and sail forever.
Just imagine like a year or two into their relationship, John and Sherlock come stumbling in the front door, high on adrenaline and giggling, and John presses Sherlock back into the wall, kissing him breathlessly through their laughter and eventually pulling away and…