"Nice view."
Sam scrambled to grab the towel and cover himself again. He turned to the voice and scowled at the speaker. He are Dean laugh and turned back towards his brother.
"Use your hands Sammy, I'm not letting you back in until you get rid of it. I don't wanna catch your cooties." Dean let the curtain fall back in place over the window.
Sam stood there a few moments longer hoping Dean was just messing with him and would unlock the door. Nothing. He sighed and turned to Balthazar, still holding his towel awkwardly in place.
"I see you just had to cover your naughty bits." Balthazar went to circle Sam but Sam turned with him, keeping his front to him. A door slammed and a lady wolf whistled at him. Sam swung around quickly so that she was not looking at his exposed backside.
"You need help sugar?" the woman drawled sweetly. She had on too much makeup, a short cut off shirt, and a skirt so short if she sneezed she would be exposing herself.
"No thank you, ma'am I'm good."
"If you say so darling." Sam watched and waited until the click clacking if her stilettos disappeared around the front of the building. Thank god they had a back room.
"You have a delectable ass." Balthazar said on an exhale. Sam gave a heavy sigh and turned back to face Balthazar.
"Seriously, Balthazar. What's your game? You don't even like men," realizing the way that sounded Sam stumbled over an explanation, "I am mean not saying I do, but why are you hitting on me?"
Balthazar stepped closer to Sam. "Maybe I like seeing that blush creep up your neck and color your face all delicious like mate."
That made Sam blush harder, he didn't know what to say, he was out of his depths so he ignore what the other man said altogether.
"Are you the one leaving dandelions all over?" Sam asked him instead.
"Nope, not me. But judging by how freaked you and dean are over it I kinda wished I did." Balthazar gave Sam an innocent smile.
"I'm not sure I believe you. But I need to play it safe so I need to get rid of this."
Sam turned and headed to the small alcove west of the motel. It was just a small thicket of trees and other plant life claiming a small corner to themselves. When Sam had walked further enough in where he could be seen by anyone just happening to be out he stopped and looked around. Trying to find something to dig with.
Balthazar appeared across from Sam, leaning against one not the bigger trees. He gave a heavy sigh.
"What?" Sam asked sounding annoyed.
"Well, my dear Samuel,"
"Don't call me that."
"What? My dear, or Samuel?" Balthazar asked with his usual shit eatting grin in place.
"Neither."
"Well, as I was saying, it pains me to do this, but -"
Sam panicked and started backing away from the angel. "Do wha-"
Balthazar snapped his fingers and Sam was fully dressed in a pair of black loafers, black tailored jeans, and a caramel colored v-neck t-shirt. And on the ground next to him was a small trowel, salt and matches.
Sam looked down at himself and back to Balthazar. Then at the supplies for him to bury the flower.
"Uh, thanks? I don't dress like this Balthazar. I appreciate man, but I -"
Balthazar approached Sam, he had a weird glint in his eyes that Sam couldn't quite place. His heartbeat sped up. He had the fight or flight feeling. Balthazar stood toe to toe with Sam, he invaded his space, making Sam feel slightly small.
"Well maybe you should Samuel." Seeing the confusion on Sam's face he elaborated, "Should start dressing like this, really, Sam try to keep up. I thought you had brains and beauty."
They stood there, too close, breathing in each others expelled breaths. It felt like they were baring themselves to another, an understanding. No words were spoken for these few fleeting moment that felt to Sam like a lifetime. He felt oddly comfortable. It shook him a little and he refused to explore what was transpiring at this very moment.
Balthazar looked away first. He turned and went to stand back against the tree. Sam took up the trowel and dug a hole. He tossed the dandelion in it, sprinkled it with salt, and realized he had no accelerant.
"Um, Balth -" Sam started when Balthazar snapped his fingers and the flower caught on fire. "Thanks." Sam said quietly.
When the fire had died down the two men walked back to the room. Balthazar stood to the side, if Dean looked out the window he wouldn't be able to see him.
Sam raised his hand to knock on the door when Balthazar put a hand on his wrist stopping him.
"Samuel, why haven't you told Dean I was back?"
"I'm not sure. I think part of me thought maybe I was hallucinating. And I don't want Dean looking at me like a freak again."
Balthazar's hand still rested on Sam's wrist. "You are not a freak. Freakishly tall, but never a - well, now that I think about it, that wouldn't be all that bad, now would it darling?" Balthazar lifted one eyebrow at Sam, as in silent questioning. Sam looked away and asked.
"Why haven't you just popped in around Dean letting him know you are alive?"
Balthazar looked slightly startled as if it hadn't occurred to him.
Suddenly he cocked his head to the side and looked pensive.
"Get behind me Samuel." Balthazar didn't wait for Sam to move he stepped in front of Sam and shouldered his way through the motel room door.
Sam was instantly on guard. Balthazar held up a finger warning Sam to stay quiet.
Suddenly there was violent gust of wind that blew past them and out the door. Sam was torn, he wasn't sure if he should try to, what, chase the, wind? It sounded crazy even in his head.
He turned back towards the room and that's when he saw Dean laying on the floor. His coloring was all wrong, he looked slightly blue. He looked dead. No! No! No! No! No!