Back with a third chapter! I wasn't sure if I was going to continue this, but I decided to...idk. Enjoy reading!
"Hello! Who might you be?" The overly-cheery voice almost hurt the ears of the trio, as they walked into the parlor to see an overly-cheery girl in an overly-cheery dress smiling at them…overly-cheerily.
"Um…" Dean started, clearing his throat. "I'm Dean…"
The girl leapt forward, grabbing his hand. "Oh, how nice to meet you, Mr. Dean! I'm Lizzie, Ciel's fiancé. And you?" She turned to the other two.
"I'm Sam," Sam answered hesitantly, his hand also being violently shaken.
"So, so, so nice to meet you! I really do love meeting new people, yes, I do!" Lizzie giggled, her high-pitched voice dripping with cheeriness. "And you, sir? You're so quiet back there, do speak up! What's your name, I wonder?"
"…Castiel," Cas answered half-heartedly, giving Lizzie a weird look as she shook his hand ecstatically. Bardroy was behind Lizzie, hiding his laugh behind a hand. Finny was smiling shamelessly at the discomfort of the other men.
"Do you know where my Ciel is, by any chance?" Lizzie asked, her green eyes big and pleading. "I've been waiting for so long to see him, you know."
"Uh," Sam coughed, "That's actually why we're here…he told us to let you know he was going out with, um, Sebastian."
"Oh," Lizzie's smile faltered for a moment, but she perked right back up. "That's ok! If you're here, he must not have wanted me waiting all by myself! Right, Bard? Finny?"
"Ah, yes!" The servants spoke up, dropping their smiles. Lizzie giggled.
"So professional, these lot…" she sighed, "Are you as serious as them, Dean, Sam, and Castiel?" Such strange names, she thought to herself. I wonder who they are to Ciel.
Bardroy spoke up. "Well, we can't have our guests without some refreshments; I'll go ask Mey-Rin to prepare tea." As he turned away, the trio could hear him mutter to Finny, "This is such a pain. Why would Sebastian leave without telling us?"
Finny shrugged, "It's not like him, is it? I don't know, Bard, I have a bad feeling."
"Eh? About what?" Their voices were fading as they walked away.
"I don't know…"
Sam, Dean, and Cas looked after the servants suspiciously as they left the room. "You think they're onto us already?" Sam murmured quietly, so that Lizzie couldn't hear.
"Shh, just go with it," Dean whispered back. When Lizzie looked back at them, they cleared their throats and glanced away.
"So," Dean said. "How's about we chat?"
Lizzie grinned. "Oh, I would love that! Come, have a seat—I suppose I play the role of the host this time!" She let out a little giggle. "Ciel usually does that, though…I'm not sure I can be as good as him, but I'll try my best."
"I'm sure your best is sufficient," Cas said, and Lizzie's eyes brightened. "And, speaking of Ciel…what do you know of him?"
"What do you mean? He's my fiancé, of course!" Lizzie laughed, waving off the question. "We've been close ever since we were kids!"
Dean spoke up, "Do you know anything about his job as the queen's 'guard dog'?"
"Of course! It's been the job of the Phantomhive family for generations!" Lizzie pouted. "Shouldn't you have known that? How little do you know my Ciel, and yet you've been invited into his manor?"
Sam cut in. "No, we were…just seeing how much you knew." He laughed nervously. Lizzie frowned.
"He's my fiancé; do you really think I would know so little about him? After all, I did say we've been friends since forever."
"Yes, um—what kind of kid was he like?" Sam asked, thinking of how much more mature the thirteen-year-old had seemed.
"Oh!" Lizzie sighed. "He was always smiling…" her face suddenly became very sad. "But that all changed…now he says he's forgotten how to smile. But I'm going to help him!" she looked up, a determined shine in her eye. "I'll make him remember how to smile!"
"What changed him?" Sam asked, exchanging looks with Dean and Cas.
"Well," Lizzie looked peeved, "it just might have been the burning of his original manor and his parents' deaths? On his birthday? Ringing any bells?"
"Um, yes, sorry," Sam hastily spoke, but Dean gave him and Cas a wide-eyed wow kind of look.
Lizzie looked sad again. "He went missing for a while…I'm sure you know all this already…but he was never the same when he came back. For starters, that Sebastian…I mean, he's a good butler, and a good friend to Ciel, but…I don't know a thing about him besides that. And Ciel…well, he doesn't smile anymore. Doesn't laugh. I try my best, I really do."
"I'm sure you do," Dean reached out and patted her shoulder awkwardly. He made an I-don't-know face to Sam, and they stood in silence for a while.
"Well!" Lizzie looked up, smiling again. "Those servants sure are taking a long time with that tea! Let's have a seat—I'm sorry, I've been a horrible host, talking about myself and Ciel…please, come, let's talk about you!"
"I have to admit, I'm a bit offended."
"Offended about what?"
"She said she didn't know a thing about me."
"For God's sake, Sebastian…no one knows anything about you! How could that possibly offend you?!"
"There's no need to raise your voice, young master."
"Tch."
"How long do you want to keep avoiding those three?"
"Until we find out what they want."
"I've already told you, master—they wanted me dead. Which I now am, in their knowledge. They honestly thought an angel blade would kill us…heh."
"I don't think that's the whole story, Sebastian."
"Oh? You doubt me, my lord?"
"Am I not allowed to?"
"I'm sorry, young master. It's just, I've never lied to you."
"Of course, because I wouldn't allow you to. But I do believe you're omitting something here."
"Well, I can't avoid that directness. Yes, there is something you don't yet know."
"And what is it?"
"Trust me, my lord. You will know when it's necessary."
"I don't enjoy being toyed with, Sebastian."
"Would it help if I told you it was for your own safety?"
"Tch."