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CHAPTER 4
Anna and Bobby find themselves in the kitchen washing what was left of their dishes and also what was left of Castiel's attempt at cooking. The Sheppard seemed to be troubled, or worried, Anna thought. After the third time he stopped cleaning to stare at the clock she spoke up.
"Something troubling you, Sheppard?"
"How do you think it's going?" He asked seriously.
She laughs softly, "The caper?" and then more seriously, "Dean and Sam know what they're doing."
Bobby snorts, "I know that, I've only known them a little over a week and I ain't seen anyone like those two boys. But you can't prepare for everything. How long have you known them?"
"I've been on this ship for 8 months now and I can say that I don't think I'll ever know the captain. Sam is pretty open, but even so, they have a little trouble letting others in. Sam at least is open to trusting some people."
Bobby gave her a pointed look, "I've noticed. But even though they seem like reliable boys, I'm still a little….not worried….but I wish I could help. Well, not with crime, but help with….*sigh* I just feel awful useless just sitting here like an invalid."
Anna looks thoughtful at this, "You could pray for them? And you are helping with the dishes," she adds with a smile.
Bobby barks out a laugh, "Don't think the captain will like that. The praying, I mean."
"Then don't tell him," she said quietly. She had been praying a lot herself lately. Mostly for all of the damaged souls aboard the ship. There were so many. The Garrison was very good at destroying good souls.
The brothers stand there for almost a minute until they are jostled by a traveling family dressed in rags and probably carrying everything they had in the world in a few bags. The brothers decide to follow them out of the car, and quickly. This was way too awkward. They were in the middle of a squad of the enemy. And nobody even seemed to notice the boys stop and stare in panic.
As they pass by some of the feds look up, but none of them make a move or seem too interested. That at least calms Dean enough that he feels that maybe, just maybe, they can still do this.
Stepping into the next car the brothers both let out their held breaths. Sam puts on bitch face #14. The "What have you gotten us into this time", face. Dean immediately takes offense at that.
"Shut up Sam. We'll deal."
"Don't you think it's a little suspicious that there happens to be a whole squad of feds out there? I mean, what are we stealing here? I'm betting they are guarding whatever it is we are taking." Sam had always been the one to question the reason behind everything. Dean used to encourage it, but right now it was safer for everyone to just keep their thoughts to themselves.
"Doesn't concern us Sammy." Dean started to walk towards the next car, passing by many tattered looking families.
"Well, it kind of concerns me! Don't you think this changes the game a bit?" Sam would not let this go so easily.
"I surely do! Makes it more challenging. And you know how much I love a challenging hunt." He spared a glance back at Sam with a shit eating grin that Dean knew would piss him off. "Just think of the bar stories, dude! We pull this off and we will be legends! We stick to the plan, get the goods, get back to the Impala before this train even reaches Paradisio, all under the noses of twenty trained Garrison feds?! Think of how stupid they'll look! Hell, I would pull this job for free."
"If that's the case, can I have your share?"
"No."
"If you die, can I have your share?" Sam corrected.
"Whatever, it was going towards new dishes anyway." Sam chuckled while shaking his head.
"Are you sure you can handle it, what with your brain missing and all?", he asked jokingly.
Dean looked back at his brother, eyes betraying the affection, "Bitch"
"Jerk"
And with that exchange complete, they moved forward to finish this job as originally planned. Not like they had much of a choice anyhow.
Gabriel sits in his pilots chair with a pacing Meg behind him. Sometimes she reminded Gabriel of some large feral cat monster sewn into the small body of a human. He could never completely relax with her in the same room.
"…So I'll be hovering over the hatch. It's going to be tough keeping her steady, so you better strap in tight."
"Yeah, if you end up killing me, I'm coming back as a ghost and punching your liver out."She practically growled.
"Oh darn, there goes plan A," Gabriel said sarcastically if not with a little feeling behind it. He would just keep plan A as a fantasy for later daydreaming sessions.
"I'm not kidding around Shorty. You get me killed and there will be hell to pay."
He gave her a twisted smile. "First, I'm taller than you. Second, I fly this bird like a master. And third, feel free to try and hurt me sister." It looked like a fire was lit in his golden eyes that flickered warningly.
She looked hard at him for a moment, as if gauging the truth and force behind each statement. She must have found some sort of answer, because she finally left the bridge without saying a word.
Gabriel could finally relax his shoulders. Girl gave him the willies.
Balthazar saunters into the hold with Bobby to see Chuck fiddling with a control box. Beside him was what looked like a harness attached to the silver box that they had gotten from Dick. Balthazar makes himself right at home on one of the nearby crates to watch the show. Bobby, however, tentatively approaches Chuck.
"So…what is all this?"
Chuck looks up startled, "Oh, ummm….crime, I guess."
"Crime? Oh. Good. Okay."Bobby nodded absently while rubbing the back of his head.
"It's a train heist, Preacher. Pull up a crate. It promises to be a spectacular performance," Balthazar bursts out with gusto and slaps the crate next to him as invitation.
The Sheppard huffs, "Train heist, huh. Sounds exciting. How's it gonna work?" Balthazar waves off the explanation to Chuck who picks it up nervously.
"It's …it's pretty simple actually. We fly over the train car, um, that's Gabriels part. Then the captain and Sam sneak in. Then we lower Meg and that box…with those harnesses there. We make the exchange, and haul everyone back up with the other box. Easy as pie…at least, that's what Dean said anyway." He smiled, or his lips twitched, Bobby wasn't sure.
"So you've all done this before?"
"N…no. But I'm sure it will be fine! Dean is pretty good at these kinds of plans. And Sam is backing him up. Those two can do the impossible together." To Bobby it sounded like Chuck had some hero complex going on. It made sense since the preacher was pretty sure that Chuck's book he was working on was about a certain captain and his crew.
"Is there anything I can do? I feel a might useless," Bobby shrugged helplessly at the mechanic. Meg chose that moment to push through the two men roughly and head over to the harness.
"Just stay the hell out of my way," she said testily. The three men exchanged exasperated looks.
"No need to be so snippy, darling," Balthazar said from his crate.
She turned to him, "Are you about to be dangled out of a spaceship and dropped onto a moving train? No? Then shut your mouth. When the captain and his baby brother are not around, I'm in charge. You best remember that."
Balthazar got up from his seat at that, "Since when?"
"Since Dean lost his mind and allowed three fugitives to camp out on his ship. Someone has to slap this ship into shape. So I'm in charge. So why don't' you go find that scramble brained little brother of yours and make sure he doesn't break anything else, or get in my way. Dongma?"
Balthazar simply glares at her before walking away. He didn't have to put up with this.
From above on the catwalk, Castiel watched the whole exchange. It would be impossible to tell if he understood what he just heard from the expression on his face. He was simply staring down at the silver box with such intensity; he might have burned a hole in its lid. He didn't like that box.
Chuck started to strap Meg into the ropes. He was feeling somewhat bold today. Especially with the Sheppard standing nearby.
"You shouldn't be so rude to him."
"Why? Because he's bumping shoulders with the captain?"
Bobby laughed from behind them, "No. Because he has a big brother who is in charge of your life on a string today. And a little brother who can melt your brain out your ears by singing."
"Whatever. We could all be swimming in cash if we hand them in," she said under her breath.
Bobby and Chuck stopped moving and glared at her, "I wouldn't say such things, or even think them around us or anyone else on this ship." But Meg wouldn't back down.
"Dean isn't stupid. He wouldn't have just let those Garrison magnets near his precious little brother without a reason. Dean has a plan for them, he's just biding his time to cash in. Maybe it's a get out a jail free card." She smirked as she said this. Bobby wanted to do something violent.
"That boy is a victim, not an insurance policy. You would do well to remember that." The Sheppard walks away with a look of disgust, leaving Chuck and Meg to their work.
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