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( Figures that Rory Gilmore would be around to bear witness to another groundbreaking chapter in this incredibly against-the-odds love story. )

A/N: Okay so yeah, finally I got this done. Flying's pretty conducive to my writing, apparently. But it's way longer than I planned it and un-betaed.
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( Dean emerged from the bathroom in a cloud of steam, toweling his hair dry, completely oblivious (or pretending to be) to the effect his six feet and four inches of naked perfection had on his boyfriend. )

A/N: And this is where the story technically ends. Whew :) But I’ll post an epilogue soon.
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Chapter 15…

See that’s the thing with really, really small towns and their even smaller bus stations. No security. Who the hell would ( Read more... )

A/N: I don’t know what Dean’s mom is called in the series, couldn’t find it anywhere. So I made up Marge. The first section is not placed chronologically; it is more a flashback of a morning a few days before Jess meets Rory at the party and is Marge’s POV.
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( Jess had not called Luke since he left. The couple of times Luke’s name flashed on his cell phone’s display, he didn’t pick up. He didn’t call back either. He threw away the Kissinger book because the smell of the several years old, slightly musty paper had turned into a full sensory reminder of all the nights he’d stayed up watching a beautiful boy sleeping peacefully. )

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( Jess wasn’t going to give in first, not this time. That’s what he told himself over and over again. Why should he always be the one to knuckle under and apologize for what wasn’t even his fault? He won’t. He just fucking won't. )

A/N: This chapter is dedicated to all (okay, most) men and their foolish pride. I'd ask them to grow up, but they don't actually know what that means ;) 
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( One of those mornings when Jess was sneaking back into the diner from Dean’s, Luke caught him. He was sitting downstairs with a mug of coffee and a newspaper, ever so casually, like he always got up at five o’ freaking clock every morning. )

A/N: Am gone for the weekend to a place with no internet access (yes there are places like that still out there!) but I wanted to post this one before I left. Sorry for the mistakes, not enough time to proofread. There is no SPN or Vampire Diaries this week right? Good weekend to go away I say heh.
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( Earlier that day, Jess had woken up in his bed with a big goofy smile on his face. For a moment he’d paused, the smile faltering, fearing it’d all been just a dream. But then he brought his hand up to the side of his neck and felt the two neat lines of teeth marks there, still there, really there. )

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( When Dean stirred, Jess’ first instinct was to go dead limp and pretend to sleep. But Dean didn’t exactly wake up. Instead he shifted and slid in the bed in a way that... dear sweet Lord... the sweats two sizes too large slipped off his waist, exposing more skin than Jess should have the right to witness. )