When In Doubt, Hit the Escape Button

by M14Mouse

AU Sam and Dean are ordinary brothers from an ordinary planet called Earth. Until the aliens came and took them away.

3. Chapter 3

Title: When in Doubt, Hit the Escape Button- Chapter 3
By: M14Mouse
Rating: PG-13 for language and violence

Disclaimer: Don't own them
Summary: Sam and Dean are ordinary brothers from an ordinary planet called Earth. Until the aliens came and took them away.

It is kind of strange to see Dean and Gabriel hanging out.

They have seemed to find a common bond over tv.

It is strange to watch Dean and Gabriel watching television. They would sit there and argue with the tv and then with each other. One night, he found them arguing who was better: Edward or Jacob. It is also a very good idea not to be in the same room as them when they are watching it either.

It is almost scary.

It should be avoided at all cost.

-***********-

Dean tilted his head as he watched the alien judge yelling…chirping…whatever at two guys…girls aliens over something on the screen. Of course, he couldn't speak whatever they are speaking.

"Dude, I don't get it. What they were changed with?"

"I think that they were using false IDs to get into some ritzy joint."

"How is that even possible? You said all of those dudes on the planet look the same."

"They scan their DNA into each id card. Supposedly that is the best way to tell them apart."

"But what happens if they lose their ids? Does this place have a replacement?"

"I think that it is death."

"….Seriously?"

"Seriously."

"Dude, that planet sucked. What is on the next channel?"

Gabriel snorted and flipped the channel.

He tilted his head and blinked.

"Dude…what the hell? Is that porn?"

Gabriel tilted his head as he examined the screen.

"Possible."

How was that even humanly possible?

"Damn….dude, I do not want to see alien porn. Next channel!"

Click

"Dude…is that a shopping network?"

"I thought that shopping was a universal for any planet."

"Good point. Then what is the hell are the selling?"

"That would be a nail clipper."

He made a face.

"I don't want to know.…next channel."

Click

"Awesome! it is on!"

Gabriel set down the remote and laid back in his chair. He turned back to see some aliens in white coats.

"What is this?"

"This show is awesome. It is called Dr. McSexy."

"Like all of those Grey's Anatomy rip-offs."

"Don't know any Grey's Anatomy stuff. But this…is awesome. You see Marie is sleeping with Gary….."

-********-

Totally not his fault that Gabriel got me hooked on that shit.

At least, he understands the important of television.

Missouri on the other hand is evil.

She did something that no man or alien should ever do.

She ruined pie.

¬-**********-

"What is that?" Sam said as he pointed to the food on his plate. It looked like a thin sandwich with some type of purple liquid pouring out. Missouri's kitchen kind of reminded him of those old road side diner with the booths and counter where you can pull up a bar stool. Of course, Missouri's walls didn't have white paint with pictures of time past or roosters or little dogs. Those little dogs kind of freaked out Dean. But some ways, it doesn't. Her walls were a soft yellow and blues. Strange pictures hang on the walls. He couldn't tell if there were landscapes or abstract art. Missouri didn't say a thing on the matter. But it was still quite pretty to look at. She always seemed to humming something under her breath while she cooked. Impala seemed to enjoy it too because often or not, the music playing in the background was the same as Missouri's humming. Despite the strangeness of the food, it had a smell that reminded him of home.

He didn't know if he should be thankful or not.

"Your brother has been talking about how much he missed pie, so I decided to give it a try," Missouri said.

He could have told Missouri that she shouldn't even bother. Dean is going to flip out when he saw this.

"No offense, Missouri but this doesn't look like pie."

"Well, I am not sure that I have the ingredients that he described but any good cook can tell you that sometimes, you have to work what you got."

He continued to stare at the pie slash sandwich.

He heard the door slide open and the familiar humming of his brother from behind him. He took a seat next to him and leaned over the counter.

"Hey, Dean….Guess what, Missouri made…."

"What?"

"Pie."

He watched his brother's face light up like a Christmas tree.

"Where?!"

He pointed to the plate in front of him.

"There…"

His brother's face turned from excitement to pure horror.

"What did you do to the pie?!"

-**********-

He complained all night about that damn pie.

He really wished that the Impala supplied ear plugs. It would have saved him a lot of trouble.

Of course, with Impala's sense of humor, he might get a hundred monkeys in their room or something.

-************-

Uhh…Dean? What happened to our room?" Sam said as he stopped at the doorway.

"Dude…what are you….Shit, what happened to our room?" He said in awe.

Gone was the ugly green wallpaper and crappy carpet. Now, it looked like their room took a trip to national park. The green wallpaper got replaced with a forest like wallpaper. The crappy carpet was replaced with hard wood floors.

The only thing that told him that this was their room was the towel from this morning was still on the bed.

"Maybe, Gabriel did this," Sam said.

"Doubt it. The guy is a trickster at heart but this….this would be too much work for him."

"Then…who else could have done it?"

"Cas?"

Bro gave him a look.

"You are right. Missouri? That woman is evil."

Sam started laughing at him.

"You are just upset about the pie."

"Damn straight…she ruined pie!"

"Bobby?"

"Dude, he doesn't go anywhere. He even sleeps in that chair."

"Okay…then who?"

A silence fulls the air around them. Sam turned to look at him at a moment.

"Do you think that the ship could have done this?"

"Dude, we are freakin in space. Anything can happen."

-*******-

After a talk with Bobby, we found out that the ship did change their room around.

The best one so far: Elvis themed room.

It was totally awesome.

Of course, that may have been Sam and Gabriel's idea.

-**********-

Sam frowned at he stared at the container.

He didn't want to kill his brother. He just wanted to get back at him turning his teeth blue this morning.

"What are you doing, kid-o?" Gabriel said as he looked over his shoulder.

"Trying to figure out if this won't kill Dean."

"Nah…It is just glue."

"Good."

"What are you planning to do with this glue?"

"Going to get Dean back."

"Ahh…the blue teeth deal. That was awesome."

"Thanks for that."

Gabriel just smiled then he turned back to the container.

"So the glue is for…?"

"Going to glue Dean's hand to his glass."

Gabriel laughed.

"That is awesome. Can I help?"

He smirked.

"Only if you are good."

"Oh, I am. Just ask Missouri."

He laughed.

-**********-

That prank was awesome.

It took Dean hours to get that glass off of his hand. He couldn't really curse either since Missouri was there.

Of course, his suppose get back prank failed badly.

He and Gabriel got a kick out of that.

"Okay, Cas…this is what we are going to do…" Dean said as he pulled the pail over the door. It took him forever to find a door that didn't slide like doors at Wal-Mart. It was one of the oldest tricks in the book. It was the classic pail of ice water over the door trick. Sometimes, those are the best ones were the old ones.

"I do not see the point of this," Cas said.

"You mean that you and your brother don't play pranks on each other?"

"No. Gabriel said that I wouldn't understand them. He would often play his pranks on Uriel or Zackariel. He said it is because they have no sense of humor and have a stick up their asses….His words, not mine."

He laughed.

"Kind of figured. Sam got a stick up his ass too….sometimes. One thing that I know for sure is that he does have a sense of humor even if it is twisted. Now, Cas…you are going to help me get Sam and Gabriel. Tell them that you need them for something. Make sure that they come in first. Got that, Cas?"

Cas tilted his head then looked at the pail.

"I understand."

"Don't mess with the door. I don't want ice water over you."

Cas nodded then he slipped carefully out the door. He leaned against the wall and waited.

And waited….and waited some more.

Then he started to hear footsteps approaching. He rubbed his hands. God, it almost wished that he had a camera.

Then the footsteps stopped and he heard the mumbling of voices. What the hell?

He heard his name a few times. Don't tell him that Cas spilled the beans?

Slowly, he approached the door. He didn't want the others to see him. Not quite yet anyway.

"Dean said that you had to go first," Cas said.

"Why?" Sam asked.

"Because that is what he said."

"He isn't trying to prank us, is he?"

"Yes."

"CAS!" He shouted as he opened the door. The pail from the door landed on his head. The cold water covered in his body.

Crap.

Sam and Gabriel just blinked before they burst out laughing. Cas just tilted his head.

"I think that you defeated the purpose of your prank, Dean," Cas said.

He just glared at Cas.

No wonder Gabriel didn't play pranks on Cas. He would just walk right into them.

-**********-

That wasn't funny.

Not one…bit.

He took him forever to get to their room because it was on the other side of the ship. Of course, Missouri made him clean up his mess afterward.

Totally, not fair.

Of course, that is when he had a brilliant idea. Teach the aliens how to play poker.

He really should have listened to Sam when he said that they should play something else.

¬-*********-

"Okay, it is time to teach you guys some Earth games," Dean said as he shuffled the cards that he made out of paper he found. His "chips" were some nuts and bolts he found. Bobby said he could use them. Hey, he did what he could.

"Sam is teaching me chess, Dean." Cas said as he took a seat next to his brother. He stared at the chips in front of him.

"That is a geeky game. What I am going to teach you is poker! That is a man's game."

Sam snorted as he took a seat next to him.

"Does this game involved j'ine? Because that would be awesome," Gabriel ssaid as he took next to his brother.
"No…what is j'ine? Do I even want to know?" He asked.

"Gabriel just smirked.

No, he probably didn't.

"What I can figure out is why you got to play here?" Bobby said as he tapped on the console.

"Because Missouri is kind of mad at Dean," Sam said.

"It wasn't my fault! I was just showing her how to make it!"

There was a collective snort among everyone even Cas.

"Son, you are lucky to be alive."

"Dean has that type of luck," Sam said.

"Haha…very funny guys. Okay, the game is simple. The person with the higher cards wins the hand. You put in chips if you think that you have the best hand. Pairs beat high cards. A pair of aces tops any other pairs," He said as he put down a pair of aces and a pair of eights

"Why would these aces higher than eights?" Cas said as he stared at the cards.

"Because they just are."

"Well, depends on the type of poker being played, sometimes, the aces are the lowest pair," Sam added.

"Dude, stop confusing him."

"Just saying," Sam said he threw up his hands.

"Okay…In this game, aces are the highest cards. Then kings, then queens, then jacks…"

Cas rose his hand.

"I have a question."

He sighed.

"What is the question?"

"Why are kings higher than queens? Some monarchies have no king or the king has very little power. In that case, the queen would be higher."

He could hear the others trying not to laugh.

"It just how the game works!"

"Perhaps, we should play a different game, Dean."

"No! We are going to play this game."

"Oh, boy."

"Shut up, Sam."

"Okay, the next highest is three of a kinds which is three of the same number."

"Does your system of kings still count?"

"Yes."

Cas frowned in confusion. Oh, hell with this game.

"Okay. Scratch this…we are playing blackjack."

"Black…jack?"

"You see, Cas. You see."

-*********-

Hell, how in the world did Sam teach this guy how to play chess?

With flashcards?

Honestly, blackjack turned out a little bit better.

Until Bobby and Gabriel started cheating.

"How in the hell do you keep winning?!" Dean shouted.

Bobby grumbled slightly as one of his claws pulled his chips toward his side. He has been watching Bobby and Garbiel's winning steak. They almost seemed to switch back and fore with their winning. He, Cas, and Dean won maybe five hands between them.

"You have to cheating!"

"Me? I never cheat." Gabriel said with a grin.

"Impala will make sure that I would play fair," Bobby grumbled.

He didn't doubt that but something was off. His eyes looked over the bridge. There was nothing out of place. Something was still up. There is a trick that he and Dean used to get people off balance. Maybe, it is time to pull it out. His eyes darted his brother. Dean caught his eye and nodded his head. His eyes dart to Gabriel and then Bobby.

Here goes nothing.

"Lairs! I bet that you are hiding the cards somewhere," Dean said as he stood up.

"Now, Dean…they are winning their hands fair and square," He said calmly.

"Hell, if this is Vegas, they would have been caught by now and throw out."

"But they aren't cheating."

His eyes were focused on his brother but he did sneak a few glances at Bobby and Gabriel's reaction. Bobby was the one that slipped. His eyes kept darting to one spot.

Gotcha.

"It is unnatural, bro! We won five hands between us! Screw this! I am going to watch crappy alien tv!" Dean said as he got up.

"Not so fast, dude. There is a camera right on Bobby's console. Gabriel kept leaning over and peeking that is how they are winning the hands between them."

"Good eye, kid," Bobby grumbled.

Even if they were cheating, a bubble of pride rose up in him.

"Nice job, bro. Okay…next game that Gabriel and Bobby over there can't cheat," Dean said.

"What is that?" He asked as he threw his cards to the middle of the table.

"Go Fish."

-*********-

Go Fish….well, Cas tried and so did Dean.

It was the thought that counted.

"I do not understand why we have to go fish," Cas asked.

"Me either. I mean there isn't any fish on the ship expect in the kitchen. I don't think that I want Missouri on my ass about dead fish on the bridge," Gabriel said.

"No…No…That isn't how Go Fish worked. You guys ever play matching or something?" Dean said as he rubbed the bridge of his nose.

"Nahh…Daddy made us learn about weapons, the duty to our people, and J'aka. I hated that game. Cas loved it," Gabriel said

"J'aka?" Sam said.

Oh, dear god…he is going to get his geek on again.

"Yes, it is a game played on a board with two players. Each players get different colored stones. The board is divided into a grid. One of players has a hand full of gray rocks or chips which they shake then throw onto the table. They acted as stoppers. The point of the game is get five in a row."

"Hmmm…I would like to play it one day."

"Enough with the geeky talk. Okay, Go Fish…simple. You have to get rid of your cards by matching all of the cards in your hand. You do that by asking someone if they have that card you needed. If they don't have the card, you have to a pick up the deck. Got it? Any questions?"

"Seem simple enough. Not as fun as your blackjack," Gabriel said.

"No arguing there. Cas?"

Cas stared at the cards then at Dean.

"Yes, the game makes logic sense but I do have one question?"
"What is that?"

"I still do not understand why it is called Go Fish."

He groaned softly as he banged his head on the table. Sam just patted his shoulder and Bobby just laughed.

-********-

War wasn't much better either.

But the results were much more fun until Jessica walked in.

-**********-

"Dude, stop throwing chips at me," Sam said as he tossed a chip at his brother.

"Well, I'm bored. You took all of my cards and stuck watching you two."

He rolled his eyes and tossed another one.

"Dude, stop it."

"You started it."

"Well, finish it."

A card hit Dean on the side of the head. He laughed as he turned to Gabriel who started smirking.

"I like this game so much better."

Dean got a card and threw back at Gabriel. The card hit Gabriel in the chest.

"You wound me!"

Then Gabriel threw a handful of his chips at Dean.

"HEY!" Dean shouted then started throwing his chips at Gabriel.

"Will you two idijits stop it?!" Bobby said.

Dean and Gabriel looked at each other then threw chips at Bobby.

Bobby grumbled softly as he started throwing them right back.

At that point, it turned into a chip war. Dean and him tipped over the table. Gabriel had to hide behind Bobby's work station. Cas didn't really get into it but he did offer very interesting comments. Most of the time involving the words duck and cover.

But in all honesty, he never had so much fun.

Then the door slide open, Jessica appeared into view.

That is when a chip hit her right in the nose. Everything just stopped. She blinked and frowned.

"Try not to be so loud. We can hear you."

With those words, she turned around and left.

They looked at each other and started laughing.

They didn't stop for a very long time.

It is hard to tell what day was which since the only thing that he saw outside the window was an endless night.

Which still made him sick to his stomach.

He still missed home, his shop, the chicks, and his car.

But he was starting to fit in. His brother was starting to fit in as well. He hasn't seen his brother this relaxed since…forever. It was a good look on him.

It is kind of strange that they would bond with a couple of aliens so fast.

There was nothing else to do on the ship but bonded.

Of course, that was before they landed on a planet.

"Okay, guys. We are about to land on your first planet. Sniff…they grow up so fast," Gabriel said.

Dean rolled his eyes.

"Okay…ground rules. Don't drink or eat anything that anyone gives you. Don't touch anything unless one of us touched it first. Don't hit on the locals. They can and will give you their daughters. Follow our lead and you guys should be fine."

"What about the language barrier?" Sam asked.

"Not a problem, kiddo. They speak your tongue. Any more questions?"

His brother glanced over at him then shook his head no.

"Oh, be careful of the guard. Might have done something on this planet."

That doesn't surprise him at all.

"What did you do?"

"He sneaked into the mayor's house and had relations with his daughter," Cas said.

"Daughters…plural. They were very kinky."

He grinned. The guy may be an ass but he did have taste.

"You are impossible, brother."

"Always."

-**********-
Dean swore that I cheated when we decided who went with whom.

Not my fault that he always chooses scissors.

Dean looked at the sky in awe. Freaking hell, there are two moons in the sky. The sky was a weird color too…almost a purplish color. It was freaking him out. His stomach did a little flip flop. He was going to be sick again. He hated space travel.

He wanted to go home where there was one moon in the sky.

There are no freaky aliens and pie was real pie. Not the crap that Missouri served up. He wanted real food. The greaser the better would make him happy.

But these aliens are plain crazy. Saying that the Impala chose them. No offense to the freaky supposedly talking ship. Like hell, they were chosen.

That was full of bullshit.

They were just plain lost.

"Come on, kiddo. We are in change of the information. Cas is playing bodyguard to your bro and Missouri. Not like Missouri needs it. Crazy woman with her crazy spoon," Gabriel mumbled himself as he caught his arm and started dragging him along.

"Why in the hell do I want go with you?!"

"Because I am awesome, Dean-o."

"You are a pain in the ass."

Gabriel just snorted and continued to drag Dean toward the heart of the town…village…whatever the hell it is.

Hell, the best way to describe this place is Disney Aladdin with aliens. It had the whole open market feel and white wash buildings. Really creepy aliens with whole crap what is that hanging from the booths and whole bunch of shit that he had no idea what it is.

Missouri in hell better not be getting that to eat.

He will protest or something.

Aliens were freaky. They weren't ET or the aliens from Encounters of the Third Kind. They were just plain freaky.

Some were red and some were blue. Some were red and blue. Some were other colors, too. Oh, crap. He was rhyming like Dr. Seuss. Hell, some did remind him of Dr. Seuss characters. Some looked liked Star Wars rejects…or better yet, Alice in Wonderland rejects. Some had the necks like a giraffe and had turtle shells. Some could pull off being human expect they had weird dots or horns…or both on their faces.

Some had things…down there. He tried not to look but he couldn't help himself.

Screw this!

"Stop looking…it is so touristy," Gabriel said.

God, he is going to kill this dude. He glared at him but Gabriel wasn't paying attention. He was just pulling him through the crowd like he was nothing.

Bastard.

"Where are we going?"

"WE are going to The Women in White Inn."

"Why?"

"Because I know a guy who knows a guy."

This sounded like this was going to turn out really well.

-*****-

"What is that?" Sam said as he stared at the thing. It looked like it was a cross between a bird and a possum with green fur and red feathers.

"Oh, that is a c'tul, honey. You don't want eat that. It isn't very good for you," Missouri said calmly.

Well, he didn't want to eat it. He just wanted to know what it was. Out of the corner of his eye, he watched her picked up a strange looking fruit. It was green and had the shape of an orange.

Well, he thought that it was a fruit but he had no idea.

He glanced over at Castiel. He was just staring at them. Dean was right. He was kind of creepy with all of that staring.

They were stuck together. He could at least be friendly.

"Come on, Sam. There is some excellent iccke at the next booth over," She said as she walked over to the next booth.

He almost didn't want to know what an iccke was. A nagging curiosity made him follow her.

"It is a type of sweet bread," Castiel said.

He turned around and blinked. Did the dude just read his mind?

Cas looked a little uncomfortable as he shifted from one foot to the other.

"You were staring."

"Can't help it really. Everything is so different from my world."

Cas nodded his head.

"Even with our world being well connected, some of the names of things do not match what we know. When we travel to other planets, I and my brother spent many times arguing with others about the correct terms on things. It is disconnecting."

"WE aren't in Kansas anymore, are we?"

"Never been to this Kansas. I believe that you are correct. We aren't in Kansas anymore."

He smiled and patted Cas on the shoulder.

"Come on, Cas. Let go and catch up to Missouri. I am kind of curious about this iccke stuff."

"It tastes very good."

He grinned slightly then he turned away from Cas. Maybe, this whole space adventure isn't going to be too bad.

-**********-

Bars must be one of the few universal things because The Women in White Inn looked like the same as any other bar on Earth. He could barely see the people because of the dim lights. He could hear the mumblings of different languages in the air. A part of him was curious on what they were saying but the smarter part of him told him to mind his own business. He could see the paint peering from the walls. There was bartender at the table with strange bottles behind him…it. People….aliens leaning over the bar. There were aliens playing some type of game at some of the tables. There were even creepy little aliens talking in corners. Hell, the ones that momma warned you about when you were little. They were the ones that had cookies in their pockets to lure kids to their deaths. If that wasn't a creepy thought, he didn't what was.

There were waitresses moving from table to table. One of them even has four tits. He wondered if there was an alien that had four arms to handle that.

"Okay…let go over the ground rules. Don't talk. Don't steal. Don't drink anything. Don't hit on the waitresses. Got it?" Gabriel said.

"Gotcha…," He said with the wave of his hand.

Gabriel gave him a look before he headed for the bar. He gave him a dirty look at the back of the guy's head.

Asshole.

Gabriel took a seat and waved the bartender over. The bartender that looked like he got lost in a medieval movie or something came over.

"Is Anne in?"

The bartender gave him a look and pointed toward the door.

"Always a charmer. Thanks."

The bartender reached over and grabbed Gabriel's hand.

"You will not pull what you have done in the past, Gabriel. We will no longer tolerate it."

For the first time since he met the guy, Gabriel looked extremely uncomfortable.

"Do we have an understanding?" The bartender groaned.

"I am a man of my word. I promise to be a good boy."

The look on the bartender pretty much thought the same way as him.

We see when we believe it.

The guy finally let go of Gabriel's hand. He rubbed for a second before he smiled at the bartender then he walked toward the back door.

This was going to be fun.

He sighed as he followed the idiot. He felt a firm grip on his shoulder and something suddenly pulling him back. He turned around to see the bartender holding his shoulder.

"You aren't allowed in there."

"Relax. He is with me."

"Anne won't like it."

"Anne can take it up with me if she wanted."

The bartender groaned again and let him go.

"Oh, I am sure that she will."

The bartender made some strange clicking noise before going back to doing whatever the hell he was doing.

Creepy ass alien bartender.

He turned back around to see his guide already through the door. He grumbled as he followed. He stepped through the door and into the back room. He was greeted by the exactly same sight as before.

Ugly Paint Job: Check

Creepy Aliens: Check

Whoa…Hot Almost Normal Looking Chicks: Check

He figured that the chicks were aliens too but they could pull off being human. They were all gather around some tables in the corner. They were wearing these long white dresses and their faces and body was covered in this pale white make up. They looked like they came out of some horror flick.

Gabriel was making a bee line to them. Hell, if Gabriel can get him laid on this trip, he might not kill him.

"Gabriel…" One of the women in white with brown hair said as she offered her hand. Hell, she was hot. Nice body, nice tits…probably had a nice ass too.

Gabriel grinned as he took her hand and kissed it.

"Liza…You are beautiful as always."

"Always a charmer, Gabriel," Liza said.

"Me? Never."

"Gabriel, what brings you here?" A new voice spoke up.

He turned his head toward the new voice. Not as hot as Liza but she had her own pretty quality to her. She had beautiful eyes and red hair. Same outfit as the rest of the chicks. He was kind of wondering if this was some culture thing.

"Sister…" Gabriel said as he turned his attention away from Liza.

What? Sister?

What in the hell? They don't even look alike.

"You know that you have a warrant out for your arrest."

"That was a misunderstanding."

Anne snorted and shook her head.

"Your misunderstandings can cause national incidents. It doesn't matter. Why are you here?"

"The Impala picked up some new passengers," Gabriel said as he waved his hand toward him. Anne's eyes darted toward him for a moment before turning back to Gabriel.

"What am I suppose to do about it?"

"You know about the Impala better than most."

Anne shook her head.

"I may have been bonded to the Impala for a time but I don't know even how she thinks."

"Great…we have two new passengers not even from our galaxy and Azarel on our tails. Just wonderful."

"I told you that you should have left it but you never did listening well, brother."

"Our home would have been destroyed!" Gabriel snapped.
"Maybe to you but never for me," Anne snapped right back.

Damn….drama, much?

"Come on, sweetheart. Let them fight while we go somewhere quiet," Liza said as he felt her hands on his shoulder and arm.

He smiled as he glanced over her body.

He could hit that.

"I would love too," He said as she pulled him away from the arguing duo.

"So, you aren't from around here."

"Nah…my home in a galaxy far, far away."

"Hmmm…I bet that it is nice. I have never been off this planet."

"Not miss much…trust me. Space is kind of like planes. There is crappy food, crappy food, and weird people sitting next to you. I wish that I would still be home. Man, I missed my date, my car, and my food."

"You had a date?"

"Not really. It was more like trying to get my brother laid. He is such a prune."

She laughed softly.

"Perhaps, you should invite him next time. If he is as handsome as you, I am sure that one of the ladies would love him to help him with his little problem."

He smirked to himself.

His brother would totally flip out in a place like this.

"Nah…He would no fun in a place like this."

"Oh, I bet that you are."

He felt his back pressed against the wall and Liza was pressed his body. He glanced around really quick to notice that he was in some hallway. He got to say that the lady knew how to pick the places for a quickie.

Her hands slipped under his shirt. Her fingers feel good on his skin. They weren't cold or warm. His hands moved her closer. He leaned over and kissed her on the lips. Her warm lips parted to invite him in.

Hmmm…nice.

His hands tried to find some way to get under her dress.

Hell, the thing better have a zipper or he was going to have get inventive.

"Cheater!" A man's voice shouted.

He twisted to see a huge alien that kind of looked like a lizard standing in the middle of the hallway. He looked piss. What the hell was this guy shouting about? He wasn't a cheater. He glanced over at Liza, who had a little smile on her face.

Oh, crap.

He so walked into the whole jealous boyfriend route.

The alien was up in his face in three seconds flat. The guy grabbed his shoulder and pulled him away from Liza. He grabbed his shirt and pressed him against the wall.

"You…Touch…Her!" The alien groaned into his face.

Gross…alien breathe.

"Sorry, dude. Didn't know that she was your girl!"

"You….MUST…PAY!" The alien shouted into his face.

Loud and gross…wonderful.

Suddenly, he heard a loud crack and the alien crumbled to the floor. He looked over to see Gabriel holding a broken chair.

"I told you not to hit on the White Ladies!"

"Dude, you told me not to hit on the waitresses…nothing about the ladies in white."

"Whatever…we need to go…NOW!" Gabriel said before he turned around. Quickly, he followed him out of the hallway. The whole freak aliens in the whole bar were staring at them.

Oh, hell.

"Close your eyes!" Gabriel shouted as he fumbled to get something out of his jacket.

He barely had enough to close his eyes before a flash of light full the room. He felt something grabbed his arm and pulled him along.

"What the hell, man?!"

"You idiot. You are lucky because she would have ripped out your heart. The white ladies attack any cheating men!"

"I am not in a relationship!"

"Don't matter to her."

What the hell?! Crazy ass aliens, crazy ass rules…crazy planet.

He can't handle this shit anymore.

He wanted to go home.

-*********-

"We need to go back to the ship," Castiel said as he closed his cellphone or something looked like a cellphone… and put it back into his pocket.

Sam looked up from the booth.

"What is wrong, Cas?"

"Oh, your brother…," Missouri said with a sigh.

"Dean…Is he alight?" He said as he jerked his head around to look at her. A sense of panic rose up from his chest.

"He is just got into a spot of trouble, Sam. Nothing to worry about," She said as she gathered everything up.

"Gabriel threw a flash bomb in the middle of the bar and now the guards are after them."

Missouri sighed and rubbed her head. He knew how she felt.

"Now, your brother is a different story. Come on, boys. Back to the ship before the guards are after us as well."

"Does this going to happen every time we land on a planet?"

He was just getting to know Cas and Missouri. But even he knew that they were trouble when Missouri just sighed and pat him on the shoulder. Cas gave him this sort of look of pity.

This is going to be a long day…he could just feel it.

-******-

"Is everyone on board?!" Bobby shouted.

Dean's eyes darted around for Sam. Damn, where was his brother? They need to get off of this screw up planet. He will be happy never see this planet again. He heard a familiar beep sound as one of the door to the deck opened. Cas, Missouri, and his brother stumbled onto the bridge.

"We are now. Go…GO!" Gabriel shouted.

Bobby grumbled as he hit some buttons on his console. The Impala started moving and doing what ships do to get into space. Hell, he was never so glad to be back in space.

He couldn't believe that he just thought that.

"Everyone hold…this is going to be rough start."

He didn't want to hear that.

The ship started shaking and his heart dropped into his stomach. He is going to be sick.

He watched the others scrambled to hold onto something. He glanced over at the viewing screen. One second, they were moving through the docking station, the next…., there were stars again.

He will never be able to get over that.

"Well, kids-o….that was fun."

He snorted. Fun…right…

"What happened back there, brother?" Cas said as he stood up from the place that he was holding onto.

"Dean, here, decided to hit on one of the white ladies," Gabriel said with the wave of his hand.

Everyone in the damn room gave him a look. Hell, it wasn't his fault!

"Gabbie over here forgot to say not to hit on the white ladies. Hell, I didn't know the chick had issues," He said.

"Everyone knows that."

"Well, I don't! Memo, pal, I am not from this universe!"

He had enough of this guy. He is going to punch him into the wall.

"Dean…calm down. You know that he does this on purpose," Sam said as he stood between him and Gabriel.

"Do not…well, most of the time, I don't!"

His fists tightened up into balls. Oh, he is going kill him alright.

"Well, you idijits shut up. We have bigger problems! We are being tracked and hunt!" Bobby shouted.

"I thought that we teleport out of there!" He shouted back.

"Well, we can't always be that lucky! Hell, they are hailing us."

"What are they saying?" Missouri said.

Bobby looked from Missouri to him then to Gabriel.

"It seemed our resident lord has a warrant out for his arrest. It seems the guards wanted you back."

"Hey, it was a misunderstanding!" Gabriel said.

And how many times have he heard that before?

"Can we get out of here, Bobby?" Cas asked.

"She needs to rest before we can teleport again."

Gabriel was pacing and cursing up a storm before Missouri shut him up with a look.

She should do it more often.

"So, what are we suppose to do? Fight? With what? We could throw the giant out the window and see what he hits."

Sam gave Gabriel look that screamed come on, try it.
The only one that will be thrown off the ship would be him.

"Well…they want to talk to our lord here. If you can buy us some time, we may be able to teleport out of here," Bobby said.

"Talking is my middle name."

He heard his brother mumbled something about that being his first name.

Bro got a point.

But the grumbling that Bobby was doing…he was agreeing too.

Five second later, a woman appeared on the screen in front of them. Hell, she would have been almost hot with her short blonde hair and leather outfit. But the black eyes thing creep the hell out of him.

"Gabriel, give us the seal and we will let you go," The woman snarled.

"Hey, Meg. How are you? Lovely weather we are having," Gabriel said with a smile.

"Gabriel!"

"What?"

"The seal or you die."

"If you destroy the ship, then you don't get anything. How sad."

"We just storm the ship and get it that way."

"You don't know where it is."

"I will torture you and your crew mates to get it."

"They don't know where it is."

"Then I torture them in front of you…Starting with your brother."

Something in Gabriel's happy go lucky expression broke for a split second. He knew how the guy felt. Anyone messed with his brother, he would kick their asses.

That expression was gone a second later and replaced with his smirking.

"My brother could kick your ass from here back to your planet, Meg. So I am not too worried about that."
She snarled then the screen flicked off.

That wasn't a good thing at all. Gabriel turned away from the screen to Bobby.

"Can we teleport now?"

"We have two more minutes before we can."

"Damn it…Maybe, they are thinking over or something," Gabriel said.

That is when all hell broke loose.

There was a loud bang sound and the ship started to shake.

"They are attacking!"

"Idijit, of course, they are!" Bobby shouted as he hit the panel of the Impala.

The ship took another hit and every one was thrown from their feet. Bobby was cursed and banging on the console.

If he was the Impala, he would piss off with all of the banging.

The next blow caused sparks and smoke to fly out of the pipes and the ship to shake violently.

He was thrown across the floor and his feet prevent him from hitting the wall. His stomach might have. God, he thought that he was going to throw up.

When he got home, he is never going to fly anywhere again.

The next blow caused the Impala to start spinning and shaking. Hell, he isn't going near a rollercoaster again either.

Screw this, he was going to be sick.

The ship slowly stopped spinning.

"Sammy?!" He shouted as his eyes darted around for his brother. The others were trying to get to their feet.

"Right here, Dean," Sam said as he appeared next to Bobby…..

Bobby was out for the count. There was blood running from his temple. Just fucking great…their driver has been knocked out.

"Just great…Now how are we suppose to get out here?!" Gabriel shouted.

But he wasn't paying attention to the loud mouth. His eyes were totally focused on his brother. Sam looked from Bobby to the console.

Hell, no…

"Sam, don't do it."

Sam shook his head then his eyes darted to him.

"I think that I can. She is ready and we really need get out of here, Dean."

"NO! You heard what Bobby said! Not everyone can control the Impala. Sam, NO!"

"Boy, listen to your brother. What you going to do will get you killed!" Missouri said in strict voice.

It was the same voice that his mom used when she was afraid. Sam gave Missouri a sad look before he slammed his hands onto the console.

"Sammy!"

Before he could do anything, his world began white.

End of Chapter 3

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