Don’t let that masculinized facade crack, Dean.

That’s Bunny’s closest family, right…. noo… oops.

Interesting book                                    that’s actually a latch.

Oh, hey, look.  A shelf…                        nope, it’s a door.

The family togetherness                       is all a facade.

The picture of riches                            that’s all a pretense.

Fake jewelry

Fake silver

Even the hormones are fake

Uh, that’s no way to hold your hand if you don’t want Sam to see it.  Oh, you’re playing a game alright, it’s just not a card game.

A lustful embrace?                                Or maybe not.

Is Sam giving himself up as prey?        Or was he willing to play bait?

A well worn ghost in the armor trope?  Or the abyss staring back?