Why Me?

Pepper looked at the taller man, whom he used to hate so much, but now (although he hated to admit it to himself) he had grown to love. Pepper listened to what he was saying, the words rolling off his lips like drops of honey. Each word, each syllable, each letter dripping in sticky sweet intoxicating syrup. Pepper was barely paying attention to what Dean was saying, just listening to the sound of his gorgeous thick Brazilian accent.