-Sexual Content ahead-

6

Beauty Within

Sunday

During Kat and Dean's little escapade, if I may, the repercussions unfolded.

Sam, Smartass and Castiel were standing in the security office, looking at the monitors and skimming through tapes.

"Uh, Sam?" Castiel said, pointing at the screen. "What are Kat and Dean doing?"

Smartass nearly died. He fell on the floor, laughing so hard he was crying. "Going up?" He squawked, breaking into another boisterous fit of giggles.

"Oh my God," Sam groaned, bowing his head, flushed in mortification.

Castiel cocked his head to the side, confused. "I don't understand. Why are they moving like that?" Sam blushed deeper.

"It's, uh, Scrabble, Cas. Cover your eyes." The angel obliged and placed his hands over his eyes.

"Why am I doing this?" He asked stoically.

"Just do it."

Out in the car, Sweetie yawned.

"You alright?" Grumpy asked.

"Katherine and Dean are, um…busy," he said quietly, cheek resting in his hand, elbow on his knee.

"What are they doing?" Cry-Baby asked, head tilted innocently.

"Um, they're uh…" Deanne thought for a moment. "They're, uh, exercising."

"Oh," he nodded, looking back at his hands.

"I wish they'd exercise when they're not supposed to be working," Grumpy growled.

"Where are they?" Paranoia asked.

"An elevator, I think," Sweetie said softly.

"What if they get caught?" Paranoia exclaimed.

"Why are they in an elevator?"

"Oh God," Deanne said, looking at Grumpy. "Happy."

"Yes, ma'am, we are twins. Now, did you notice anything strange going on in the past few weeks?" Happy asked.

"Besides George and Robert dying, no," Sarah, a nice older woman, said thoughtfully.

Happy smiled, nodding, then stopped. He felt strange…no, no, he felt good…Really good. And as the seconds ticked by it only got better. He shifted his weight a little, trying to focus and possibly ignore it.

Quiet stared at him silently, curiously.

"Is that all…officer?" She asked, smiling a little.

"Yes," Happy said, about three octaves too high. He cleared his throat. "Yes. Um, do you have a-" He shut his eyes, flexing his jaw and swallowing hard. "A, a bathroom I could use?" He shut his eyes again, biting his lip.

"Uh," she pointed over his shoulder, "right over there, hon."

"Thank you."

He bolted toward them, nearly diving into the women's in his rush.

He fumbled with the thumb lock, making sure he didn't have to deal with people coming in.

He moaned, leaning against the door.

"Good God, I hate that woman!" He gasped. His back arced from the door, a scream stifled in his throat as he bit down hard on his lip. "Oh, why that? Why do she have to do it there? UHN!"

He was gasping, eyes closed, trembling against the door.

An arousing sight? Yes, I think so. MM! Alright, I'm done.

He loosened his stifling tie from his neck, tearing off his suit jacket. His skin was on fire, the heat spreading completely through him. It was entirely too hot. And I agree, don't you? Whew…

His head was thrown back, eyes shut, throat bared, a thin sheen of sweat working over his face and neck, lips shaking.

Boy, it's hot…

"Mmnn..." he moaned, fingers digging into the door so hard he left indentions. "Oh, oh, OH, YES!"

Outside the bathroom (don't groan, we'll be back), the people in the lobby stopped and stared while Happy continued to writhe and scream.

Sarah looked at the silent man in front of her.

"Um, is he okay?" She asked. Quiet nodded, smiling a little. The woman frowned slightly, uneasy just from looking at him. "You want some coffee?" Quiet nodded, his smile turned pleasant, lessening her unease. "Alright, follow me, hon."

Happy's breath was short and shallow, gaining speed with his heart. He had opened a few buttons on his shirt, trying to breathe. "Oh God, oh God, hnn," he whimpered. "God, yes…" He slid down the door, knees now bent, gasping raggedly. "Uhn, ohuh, God, please, GUHUN! KITTY!"

Then it stopped. He took a few rattling breaths, knees still weak.

He finally gained the strength to stand shakily, fastening his shirt and righting his tie. I'm gonna kill 'em. I'm gonna kill 'em!" He put his suit jacket back on and wiped his face. "Okay, I'm okay, I'm okay." He undid the lock and opened the door, hoping he could step out with some dignity.

Everyone in the lobby had stopped and was staring right at him. His still-flushed cheeks reddened a little more.

"Show's over," he said. There was a beat before they all went about their business again.

A well endowed brunette smiled flirtatiously at him, waving a little. He groaned at the missed opportunity.

"Aw, sweetheart where were you twenty minutes ago?"

"Have trouble with the elevator?" The CFO of the company, Paul Beauchamp, asked.

"Nah, the ride was great," Dean grinned. "Just couldn't find the right floor."

"Mmhm," Kat nodded.

The typical Q and A followed, getting them virtually nowhere.

They all convened back at the van about twenty minutes later, after thanking Mr. Beauchamp for his time, of course.

"I hate you," Happy grumbled. "I really hate you. You couldn't have waited until we weren't in public?"

"If we could've it wouldn't've happened, would it?" Dean grinned.

"Sorry, Happy," Kat said, patting his arm.

"No you're not. I felt that and you had a blast."

Quiet looked at them all, still eerily silent.

"I erased your tape," Sam spat distastefully, hauling the van door open and letting Smartass and Castiel climb in.

"Aww," Dean groaned. "I wanted a copy."

"You picked an odd time to play Scrabble," Castiel remarked.

"I thought they were exercising?" Cry-Baby asked.

"Oh great, now they're confused," Kat sighed, climbing into the passenger seat.

"It's Scrabble, Cry-Baby," Dean amended, starting the van and making sure everyone was in before he pulled out of the parking lot.

Sweetie's head rested against the window, breathing slow and deep. The sweet little darling was fast asleep.

"Aw," Kat cooed, reaching back and touching his cheek, which he readily nuzzled into. She smiled gently, giving a light caress before retracting her hand.

Smartass continually looked at Happy and giggled. Paranoia ranted and raved about the dangers of playing Scrabble in an elevator. Sam complained of a need to gouge his own eyes out and Deanne stated she had a stomach ache.

Quiet sat in the back, face expressionless, arms folded in his lap. He looked patient, as if he were waiting. And he was. He was biding his time, waiting for an opening. One opportunity he needed. And if you're not worried, my darlings, then you had better get that way…