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[off_the_ceiling]

Jess knew her best bet was to stick around home for a little while, sitting outside with a cool drink and fiddling with her ring every few minutes. It was already on its last legs, but she didn't mind. She knew that it had been there, what it meant, and that was the important thing. Sticking around home meant that sooner or later she was going to

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[weary_head]

She was waiting for him. That much was obvious from the path, and Dean felt an unexpected surge of nerves. He was happy for them both - maybe too happy, given his embarassing display with Sam - but something about it still felt awkward.

It wasn't like they both didn't know that Dean was a big part of why Sam and Jess hadn't had a happily ever after back home. Not the only part, and not the biggest part, but a part nonetheless.

He scuffed his boots together, forcing his feet back on the path to home. Dean had half a second left to choose, and in that second he chose loud and obnoxious. Maybe it was clumsy, but it was the quickest end to a heart to heart he wasn't yet sure he was ready for.

"Well, let's see it," he said, tapping his hair. "What, no daisy chain to go with?"

[off_the_ceiling]

Jess made a face at him but showed him the ring anyway. Before it had a chance to finally fall off her finger.

"Told you I'd say yes," she said, beaming up at him. "Well, I told little you, anyway."

[weary_head]

"I seem to remember that through the sugar rush," said Dean. He held her hand almost delicately, examining the ring of grass. It was threaded and drying out, but Dean didn't see anything but the promise Sam had made when he looked at it.

"Knew he'd get off his ass eventually."

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"I didn't even see it coming," admitted Jess, pulling her hand back after a few moments to look at the ring herself, wonderingly. "When we talked about it, he always talked about eventually. I never thought eventually would come so soon. Sam... he likes to think about things. You know?"