Now for something a little ugly/cute (Michonne)
Dean saw Sam now and then, sometimes on patrol or getting off patrol. Sometimes he'd see his brother with the blushing bride. Sometimes he'd see the pair from a distance, and he left them to their time together. At first, he was a little jealous, a little angry; it didn't make any sense because deep down he was damned happy for and proud of Sam. Funny thing was, he didn't drink away the pain, not this time; it wasn't a good pain, but it was one he was going to face.
Some part of him was healing. The slip of paper under his door and the lack of anger that came with it was a sign. He even let himself smile a little, knowing just what the stupid vampire was doing. Mostly. That gave him an idea. Or maybe it just gave him the courage to do a particular something. Sam with Fred, Aidan with Evey - even if he thought the second pairing was doomed to bloody - literally - failure.
The hunter grabbed up a package from the place he'd hidden it in the closet and headed out. He knew where his target would be, or a few places she'd be. He stopped by her place, knocked, but got no reply. Instead, he headed down the stairs to the lobby, knowing she'd be heading in soon seeing as she wasn't already.