A Fiddle Of Gold Against Your Soul

Chapter Two

For the remainder of the evening, Dean continued to give Lizzie dark looks. Sam, who knew nothing of Lizzie's deal with Crowley, however seemed to sense that something was going on, because he kept giving Dean inquisitive looks, but Dean continued to ignore him.

Finally though, it seemed like Sam could no longer stand being kept in suspense from whatever was going on between Lizzie and Dean. And so, after Lizzie had gone to bed, Sam asked Dean to meet him at a nearby bar to discuss the matter.

But before they had even left the motel room, Dean made a sudden discovery inside the pocket of Sam's jacket.

It appeared to be a small velvet covered box, like that of the type of boxes that rings came in. Gazing cautiously behind his shoulder, Dean opened the box slowly. Inside was a ring made of white gold, and set with black and red stones. It looked incredibly expensive, and yet, it was extremely beautiful. And in Dean's mind, there was no question as to whom Sam was planning to give it to.

"Dean?" asked Sam as Dean gasped quietly and quickly put the ring back into Sam's jacket pocket, and turned to face him.

"Are you ready?" asked Sam, staring at his older brother. "Yeah, I am. Sammy? What's this?" asked Dean, holding up the velvet covered box. "That? Ah, it's nothing Dean!" Sam had suddenly gone a bright shade of red. A grin had spread across Dean's face. "Really!" said Sam as he attempted to snatch the box out of Dean's hand, but Dean held it out of his younger brother's reach. "I'm just – just…Keeping it for a friend!"

Dean had begun to laugh now as Sam blushed a deeper shade of red, making him look horribly sunburned.

"You can drop the act, Sammy!" said Dean happily. "I think it's wonderful!" Sam's face immediately brightened. "You – You think so?" he asked. Dean nodded eagerly. "Oh, yeah! Lizzie's bright, intelligent – and rather easy on the eyes as well! Ha-ha!" Sam smiled. "I never thought I'd fall in love again after Jess died," he said. "I mean, I've never met anyone like Lizzie! She's great!"

"I'm really happy for you!" said Dean as they exited the motel room. By now, they were talking excitedly about Sam's planned proposal to Lizzie that Sam had forgotten all about why Dean was acting so cold toward Lizzie, and seemed to be keeping something from him.

"So," said Dean as they sat down at the bar and ordered drinks. "Where do you plan to have the wedding?"

"Well," said Sam thoughtfully. "My best guess would be that Lizzie would want to go back to Transylvania to have the wedding. I don't know. I'd have to discuss it with her,"

"Mm," said Dean as he took a sip of whiskey. "Well, I'm really happy for you! I have to be honest with you, I had my heart set on having Lizzie as a sister-in-law for quite some time now," Sam raised an eyebrow. "You're not just saying that 'cause you had a crush on her?" he asked. "Shut up!" said Dean as Sam laughed.

It was nearly midnight when Sam and Dean returned to the motel room. Lizzie was still asleep as Sam and Dean undressed and got into their beds. Dean fell asleep almost at once. But Sam stayed awake for several hours. His thoughts had returned to his suspicion of Dean and how he had been treating Lizzie. Ah, well, Sam thought as he rolled over in bed. I ask Dean about it tomorrow morning.

It was nearly three o' clock in the morning when Sam finally fell asleep.