Destiny ~ Dean Winchester (love story), part two

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×Dean POV×

"I don't get it. What is she gonna do with three hairs?", Sam repeated to himself.

"Maybe she'll clone you.", I suggested but he didn't even react, so I kept going.
"An infinite army of Sammy's... A Sarmy."

"Huh?"

"Sarmy.", I announced proudly.

"Dean, you're acting strange."
I knew I was talking nonsense but it helped keeping my mind of the fact that I'd actually have to talk to Angie.
I missed her so much, it was physically hurting me.
"And I mean even stranger than usual."

"Can you blame me?", I snapped, taking my eyes off the road for a few seconds to look at my brother.
He was shaking his head.

"It's gonna be fine. This can be a good thing, you know?"

"In my experience the bad things turn out to be even worse and the good things are actually just bad too.", I told him truthfully.
It was like the universe was playing a prank on me, as if it was amusing how my hope got crushed with each person that left my life.
And I couldn't take it anymore, I just couldn't.

Sam seemed to get that a discussion with me about this matter was useless because he circled back to another issue.
"I think we should get on the boat too."

I almost hit the breakes.
"Why on earth would we do that?"

"What, Dean? Don't tell me you're afraid of boats too.", Sam said, clearly referring to my fear of flights.
Although I didn't really understand the concept of cruises, that wasn't the issue.

"You don't just wanna catch her before she goes on board real quick? Then we can talk and she can think about the whole thing on her vacation.", I suggested.

"The trip is 4 days long. We don't have that kind of time. We need progress, fast.", Sam argued.

"But on the boat, she can't escape us, she might feel restricted!"
I knew my voice was getting too loud. I also knew that my brother was smart enough to figure out what this was really about.

"Are you sure you're still talking about her feelings?"
No. No, I wasn't.
Because knowing that I'll be trapped on that boat with Angie was starting to drive me crazy. She could be around every single corner there.

I avoided looking into Sam's direction and he sighed.
"That she can't escape is a good thing."
I tried to find a flaw in his logic but I failed. Angie wasn't used to us and she might just didappear again, we couldn't risk that.
Even if she'd promise us she'd reach out to us after the cruise there was no guarantee in that.

But another problem came to mind.
"And you think they still have unoccupied cabins? That's like a luxury cruise, those people are crazy and rich... They're crazy rich.", I reminded Sam.

"Yeah, that's why I'm going in as a cook and you as a bartender."

"I- what?"
Maybe my brother didn't take Angie leaving that good either. A year ago he would've never came up with a suggestion like that. It was like our roles were reversed.

"I couldn't send you in as a cook too, the people would've gotten food poisoning.", Sam defended himself.

"Fair enough."
He did have a valid point: I was a pro at alcohol. Usually I drank it myself but pouring some expensive liquor for snobs wouldn't be that different.