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27 Apr 2010
Dean's job is relatively simple. Steal original [famous] art, sell it for big bucks (don't get caught!), waste 2/3rds of the cash improving his brother's life, rinse, and repeat.
Novak steps into the light, looking rumpled and — holy shit — like an angel. His dark hair is mussed and light stubble is growing on his chin. The light from the bedroom is spread out behind him, casting a glare to the back of his head and giving him a halo. For a split second, Dean thinks he even sees wings in the shadows, but he blinks and the apparition is gone.