"All right, so what do we know? Um, if you kiss someone, and then they die?"

Dean whines, utterly horrified by the prospect of not being able to kiss you until after the case was over. Like, what the hell? He'd have just forced all three of you to stay in the bunker if he'd known that.

"I guess. Wait a second. You didn't kiss Staci."

Sam frowns, talking to Melissa, who you had all assumed was next in line for the curse. Her husband Dan had had an affair with the babysitter, Staci, and Staci had her heart ripped out first, followed by Dan.

"No, of course not."

Melissa shakes her head.

"No, but Dan did."

Dean murmurs, trying so desperately to keep his hands to himself so he didn't make Melissa, a widow of one day, feel like shit for having to watch Dean go nuts on you with PDA.

"So the curse is transmittable?"

Sam frowns.

"Like a magic STD. Okay, that works. Kind of makes you nostalgic for good, old-fashioned herpes."

Dean smirks, laughing at his own joke. Sam and Melissa didn't even crack a smile, but he saw you try to hide a grin, which meant he was totally funny. And that was all that really mattered.