Dean shifted nervously, fidgeting with his tie, as it felt like it was about to strangle him. Damned if he wasn't nervous about this day more than he had ever been about any day before, even the day when he knew he would meet the hellhounds.
This was a different kind of nervous, though. This nervous wasnt' about fear for himself, but fear of the future, fear of being inadequate. He wanted to be enough for Claire, to be all that she wanted and needed, and as he stared at himself in the mirror, part of him wondered if the 30 year old kid staring back at him had it in him to be serious long enough to be a decent husband.
"Son of a bitch, how hard is it to tie a fucking tie that isn't going to decapitate me before the ceremony?" With a growl, he tugged the tie free and threw it to the floor.