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Dean was a little unsteady on his feet on the way to Angua's. Not out of any weakness, so much as shock and a happiness that threatened to overwhelm him should he stop holding it at arm's length.
After all this time, after all these years, after all this suffering, his baby brother was finally going to get what he always wanted.
Maybe there weren't exactly any white picket fences to be had on the island, or any boring ass attorney's firms to join, but by Dean's reckoning, just marrying Jess would be close enough for Sammy. And he deserved it. They both did.
Dean pushed a hand over his face, but the smile wouldn't wipe away, though something else did.
"Goddammit," Dean muttered, staring at the tears wetting his palm when he finally arrived on Angua's porch. "I am such a bitch."
After all this time, after all these years, after all this suffering, his baby brother was finally going to get what he always wanted.
Maybe there weren't exactly any white picket fences to be had on the island, or any boring ass attorney's firms to join, but by Dean's reckoning, just marrying Jess would be close enough for Sammy. And he deserved it. They both did.
Dean pushed a hand over his face, but the smile wouldn't wipe away, though something else did.
"Goddammit," Dean muttered, staring at the tears wetting his palm when he finally arrived on Angua's porch. "I am such a bitch."