This is my first actual story, so please don't bash too much for it. It's not beta'd. I'll try to update as much as possible. I got this idea from reading Irish Fairy & Folk Tales by W.B Yeats.
KD
"Come on little brother, we don't have all day, I have cakes to bake!"
Gabriel, far too excited for his own good, and way too hopped up on sugar was dancing around his little brother's room, Castiel, little brother, was putting on his baking clothes to go help his brother. Tonight was Midsummer's Eve, and all the fairies in the Glen were going to be expecting Gabriel's sweets and cakes for the festivites.
"Relax Gabriel, it's only morning, we'll have enough time and enough help to get all your baking done."
"Would'ya hurry up at least, we have to go meet Balthazar."
Castiel threw on a navy t-shirt and pulled on some dark wash jeans, not bothering with shoes, you didn't need them in the Glen, you hardly needed clothes, but Castiel didn't want to get flour all over himself before the big night.
Tonight he was going to find his bride.
"Come on Samantha, you're take forever."
"Shut up Dean, it's not Sam's fault his hair requires so much maintenance."
"What she said, and Jo, don't fight my battles for me."
"Whatever Princess, just hurry up, we'll never get into the club, and we own the damn place."
It was true, the Winchester's and Jo co-owned the Roadhouse, a new up-and-coming dance club that was once a run down old bar owned by Jo's mother, who went off and got remarried and signed over the papers to the three. It took months, and a lot of loans by they were quickly being paid off, the place was packed every Friday and Saturday night. Jo and Dean ran the bar while Sam ran the kitchen. They hired the same DJ every weekend, he was a scrawny, nimble guy who went by the name Garth Qualls, or DJ Qualls. He may be small but the man was a wizard at the turntables, man can't hold is alcohol very well so Jo drowns him in coke with a bit of coconut and rum extract, tastes just like rum and coke.
"You're only going to be in the kitchen, come on, we're going to be late for the supply delivery."
"When's that?"
"In 10 minutes, or never if you don't get your ass movin"
"Alright, alright, let's go."
It may have only been early morning, but it was a Friday, and they were supposed to get their supplies delivered yesterday, but some mess up with the order mean they were on borrowed time, and only had 12 short hours to get all the food ready, along with setting up the entire club for the crowd.
"So, Cassy, what are you going to be looking for tonight?" Balthazar said, sitting at the counter in the bakery kitchens rolling out heaps of dough for the other two Fae sitting in front of him.
"I'm not sure, I'd be equally happy with man or woman, but I don't know, it's only my first Eve of age, I can always wait if I don't find the right one."
"Right one? You can always have more than one, why not enjoy yourself?"
"It doesn't seem right, like I would be cheating on each bride."
"You've been watching the humans too much, only a species so faulty would restrict themselves from a good time."
"They are not faulty, Bathazar, they are beautiful, and perfect."
"Says who? They have war and famine and disease, and they brought it upon themselves."
"We fight too Balthazar, and we get sick…"
"We fight for fun, and we can get the occasional seasonal fevers, but we don't have cancer or," Balthazar shudders, "AIDS."
"We could always take care of that for them, I don't know why the King won't let us, it's hardly an effort."
"You know why Cassy, we need to stay hidden, if the humans every find us again we'll be extinct for certain this time. It's a miracle the King even let's us out every Eve."
"Maybe because he get's bored of the Fae women himself, ehh, ehh?" Gabriel said waggling his eyebrows popping a saffron chew into his mouth.
"Don't slander the King, Gabriel, he has been kind to us, it's only his right."
"Right smite, he's taking all the good men and women for himself and leaving us the sloppy seconds when he's bored."
"Watch your tongue brother, Cassy looks like he's about to throw fondant flowers at you."
"Don't waste my saffron flowers, the King won't be happy with you if he doesn't have his cupcakes."
"No Gabriel, he won't be happy if he doesn't have his booze."
At that moment a purple fondant flower pelted the side of Balthazar's head and a very read faced Castiel stood with two more in his hands.
"Continue. I do dare you."
"Jesus, that was a lot of people."
"Tell me about it, we ran out of strawberry daiquiri mix at the bar about an hour ago."
"Yeah? I ran out of bacon strips in the kitchen."
"You ran out of bacon? Oh come on man, you couldn't save us some?"
"I never said I didn't save any." Same said, pulling out baskets of fresh burgers with bacon strips on them, setting the baskets on the counters and topping them off with fries.
They ate fast and in silence, waving at Garth when he walked out with his case of CD's, handing him his paycheck for the night. Afterwards they got buckets of soapy water and started mopping up the floors and tables.
All the food was set out on long rows of tables, spread with mountains of fruits, veggies, cakes, pies, candies, and pastries and spreads, punch bowls filled with milk and lake water.
The 3 Fae stepped back to admire their baking skills and the gathering skills of the other Fae who contributed to the feast.
Fairies were climbing and flying up to the trees hanging pink and purple tea lights and lanterns. Others were setting up chairs and laying out bowls of flowers. A few were standing on the large gazebo setting up the dance floor and other decorations.
It was 3 am, almost time for the adult Fae to go out and find their brides and grooms. They had one hour, and they were to come back with or without a companion for the festivities to commence for 3 hours, until the sun rose, where the Fae and their partners would watch the sun rise on the Summer Solstice then they were to take their partners back to their homes and bed.
Castiel, though thousands of years old finally reached adulthood, having spent many a years helping with the set up of the celebration, tonight was bittersweet to him, it was the night he was to find a mate, a bride. He was afraid, he wouldn't lie, he may watch humans much of the time, but he was still unfamiliar with the courting of one.
"Alright little brother, you ready?" Gabriel clapped a hand on Castiel's shoulder, still looking at the feast tables.
"As I'll ever be Gabriel."
"Okay, we do this together, we don't come back until we all have someone, ready? Let's go."
They expanded their wings, Gabriel with golden wings that tipped to white with sparkles, Balthazar sported blue wings that dazzled with silver edges, and last Castiel spread his newly acquired wings, black with charcoal down feathers.
And they flew off.
"I'm never going to get this flour out of my hair."
"Maybe you should chop it off then Goldilocks."
"Can you imagine your brother with short hair?"
"You're right, keep it, I've got some mechanics soap that could help."
"Is it that orange scrub that includes the brush? No thanks, I'll take my chances with Herbal Essence."
"Bitch soap."
They walked out of the club, clicking off lights and pulling grates down over the alcohol wall, and locking the doors.
"So, who's place are we going back to?" Said Jo, holding the crate of spare alcohol that didn't get used.
"We're all too hammered to drive Baby, so we'll go back to our place, it's only a few blocks and a shortcut anyways."
"Fine, you're carrying the booze though." Jo said, handing off the heavy crate to Dean.
They started walking down the side of main street, turning into the short cut between buildings when they heard a flap of wings and three very tall, very (Dean begrudgingly admitted) attractive men started walking towards them. Dean handed the crate back to Jo, then reached behind him and pulled out his switchblade keeping it hidden in his hand and his finger on it's pop trigger.
They'd been circling for 40 minutes, they didn't have much time left and they had to get back to the Glen, they decided on trying to find a trio of people who were friends, at least then being taken by a bunch of Fae-men wouldn't seem so scary if people they knew were there.
"Cassy, hurry up and pick, you can always give them the boot later if you don't want to deal with the long haul tonight. Just find someone already." Gabriel said, his wings shaking in frustration, they usually just zapped places, but they decided to fly it, they could see more people from an aerial view if they cloaked themselves.
"I don't want to turn someone away after tonight, there's a reason there's a festival Gabriel, it's for the 'long haul' as you put it, this is not to be a one night stand."
"Fine, but you have 5 minutes to find someone or we'll find someone for you." Balthazar said, finally queuing in that evening after a heated argument with Gabriel over why Balthazar claimed he was straight. Gabriel sticking to his notion that every was at least a little bi-curious.
"There." Castiel pointed. "In that alley."
"Well they don't look at all sketchy."
"Cassy, I told you, I'm not going home with a man…"
"You can have the girl Balthy, I think I know who has caught Cassy's eye."
They descended into the alley and started walking towards the trio, Castiel's eyes fixed on the man in the middle holding the crate. Balthazar was eyeing the woman, and Gabriel was licking his lips, fixated on the tallest of the group
They stopped in front of the trio, not hiding their wings, they would know soon enough what they were. Castiel stepped forward.
"Hello, my name is Castiel, this is Balthazar, and Gabriel, we are here to take you to a festival."
Castiel reached out to grab the middle man's arm, but he moved away.
"Uh, sorry dude, it's almost 4am, it's too early… or late.. For any parties, maybe some other time." Dean said, ignoring the crack in his voice from fear.
"You don't understand, it's not an invitation."
Castiel was faster than the man this time, grabbing his hand, while Balthazar and Gabriel took hold of the other two. Castiel leaned in pushing his chest against the other man's arm.
"You're going to be my bride."
So, there you have it, R&R if you wish, might give me a good incentive to write more.