When of the things that Cas fell in love with was her ability to see the
best in people.
Undoubtedly, Dean will always be hot tea as long as he remains unattached.
It would cause a stir in town if it got out there is a third Dean as well.
Dean is very popular with the out of reach mystique. A Dean that dresses
well would also be very popular. There isn't an argument left in Sam to
deny Dean to the wedding with Ruby. He's fought with himself the last few
days on why he couldn't approach Dean in the first place; he's convinced
himself that Dean would rather never talk to him again. Its clear now that
none of that is true. It means a lot that to him Dean would like to come to
the wedding. Almost as if he'd been holding his breath for so long, he
breathes in and out again; his shoulders visibly relax as he sees he'd been
so wrong.
The uncertainty of what to say in return fades from his core after a
moment. He moves his hand to fish out an almost blank, almond stock card
save for his handwriting from his back pocket. It had been always at the
back of his mind to invite Dean if something could only help him. "You
should probably take this too." Written on the card in Sam's scribble, made
slightly worse by lack of practice for years, was a homemade wedding
invitation. The who, the where and the when were written on the card. It
wasn't professional by any means, but the intention was clear: Sam had
thought about Dean all along. Dean was the only one invited.
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Date: 2025-01-08 10:38 pm (UTC)When of the things that Cas fell in love with was her ability to see the best in people.
Undoubtedly, Dean will always be hot tea as long as he remains unattached. It would cause a stir in town if it got out there is a third Dean as well. Dean is very popular with the out of reach mystique. A Dean that dresses well would also be very popular. There isn't an argument left in Sam to deny Dean to the wedding with Ruby. He's fought with himself the last few days on why he couldn't approach Dean in the first place; he's convinced himself that Dean would rather never talk to him again. Its clear now that none of that is true. It means a lot that to him Dean would like to come to the wedding. Almost as if he'd been holding his breath for so long, he breathes in and out again; his shoulders visibly relax as he sees he'd been so wrong.
The uncertainty of what to say in return fades from his core after a moment. He moves his hand to fish out an almost blank, almond stock card save for his handwriting from his back pocket. It had been always at the back of his mind to invite Dean if something could only help him. "You should probably take this too." Written on the card in Sam's scribble, made slightly worse by lack of practice for years, was a homemade wedding invitation. The who, the where and the when were written on the card. It wasn't professional by any means, but the intention was clear: Sam had thought about Dean all along. Dean was the only one invited.