Finally someone giffed these dudes!
It must kill Singer to have to direct some of the most homoerotic shit on the show.
Look at the twist of Dean’s hand.
I don’t know if the dude with the yellow shirt in the background is supposed to be the third triplet, but these dudes were certainly implied as making two out of the three. These are the same twins that Crowley was chatting up on the table while Dean was singing about being too sexy for his lover, while gesturing at the table with the three of them.
It’s such a blink-and-you’ll-miss-it moment, but when you actually do the math, it’s right there. They had sex with triplets. We have two twin guys in two shots in the bar. Crowley talks about the best out of three, and Dean answers that they’re going to need lots of beer. You know, since there are a lot of them, all together.
And here they are, fondling and jerking phallic objects.
It’s like, you can choose to ignore this if you want to. You can imagine that the triplets were female, even though it was never said. You can imagine it’s just a coincidence they’ve met up with twins and triplets on the same trip. If you accept that the triplets were dudes, you’re even free to imagine they did things other than sex to fill their (joint!) Flickr albums with. But it’s all there. It’s all motherfucking there for you to do the math.
God bless everyone involved with the making of this show, even you, Singer. Goddamn.
This scene is a metaphor, you see. Recalling the time all of five of them were playing the game naked. And you know, without the game board between them.










































