Notes: More plot and heist shenanigans!
leahelisabeth: I know! I want to add in more hurt/comfort stuff, but the story lines don't allow it at this point. So I'm planning to make up for it all once I start my "season 2" stories . Can't wait!
Disclaimer: If I claim this, I'm pretty sure that the real owners will nuke my imagination and mind palace, and that would be sad because it would kill half of my best friends. So I won't claim it.
CHAPTER 8
Dean, Sam, Meg, Gabriel, Chuck, Bobby and Bela gathered around the table in the dining area again. All eyes were on the mechanic who held one of the tablets in his hands, showing all those who had gathered the display screen as the specific estate schematics that had caught his interest.
"All right, what am I looking at here, Chucky?" Dean demanded, hoping to move things along quicker.
Of course that just made the mechanic stutter even more, "Uh, well, Bobby and I were, uh, going over some of the vents and, uh, saw something that might work…"
"…And?" Dean pressed, making the mechanic flinch. The poor squirrely fellow was having a hard time with all of the chaos going on in their little family and with Dean having next to no patience, and Castiel not around to sooth him, and a scary lady that tried to kill them all, well, it just sucked.
Chuck 'meeped' and Bobby stepped in, taking the display out of shaking hands and clicking through, "Bellerophon estates…home to the rich and paranoid. Gracious living…ocean views…and state of the art security, including local patrols, and multi-code-keys needed at all entrances and exits, hell, I'd wager there are some on the fancier bathrooms around that place," he older man mused.
Off to the left of Dean, Bela huffed at the dramatics, "We've gone over this. We have the codes…"
But Bobby's glare cut her off, "I get that. So Chuck and I have come up with this plan, so shut your yap, missy, and listen to your elders," the preacher looked around the room, as if asking if anyone else was brave enough to interrupt him again. Not getting anymore takers, he started to reveal the plan.
"So, the whore and Dean will split off in Anna's shuttle as we make our approach. She is, uh, letting us borrow it while she entertains. She says she won't be needin' it since the houses around here are fancy enough…"
Day of Heist
Like an unseen insect, the shuttle buzzed it's way through the obnoxiously perfect blue sky as it approached the estates. Now, Dean had grown up thinking that a fancy house would be big, have a nice paint job, maybe have those super nice windows that made it look like someone cleaned them each morning and were basically bird killers, and probably have a real nice garden out front…but these 'houses' made his picturesque house look like the projects in comparison.
This place was like something out of a child's dream. The planet was not like the normal terraformed moons, it actually was a planet almost entirely covered by oceans. There was but one small speck of dirt, no bigger than about 100,000 square feet. Thing was, it was a tiny but incredibly barren desert, no animals in sight, no plants, only a few sharp rocks and whatever washed up from the oceans. The oddest thing was that even though the very air around the little island was as crisp and as fresh as it came, the desert remained as hot and heated as it came all due to the volcano hot spot that it sat upon. There were no houses on this small patch of land. As if these rich snobs would claim paradise on the volcanic desert of doom.
So of course, houses here were not just simple houses on a street, and neighbors were not the house next door. Each estate was its own little island, but these islands never touched the water. Instead they were all floating in the air, each estate established on a disk, and each disk held its own home, its own trees and gardens, its own little paradise all wrapped up in some bubble force field that protected it from the high winds of the ocean world. The houses themselves were big enough to be a small town, and Dean snorted at the sickening display of how people could get rich off of the blood and sweat and death of others.
"I hope that in their next life, these people come back as toilet brushes…" he muttered under his breath.
"The landing port that your mechanic found is just south of the main house," Bela reminded Dean as he steered them to the correct island. He could see from his seat that it was quite the place. It held multiple houses on it. What the hell could someone who lived alone do with multiple houses? Dean found it hard enough to be alone on his own ship and it was miniscule compared to this.
Quickly Dean caught sight of the port she spoke of and veered in, "Okay, prepping for landing. You ready?" he tossed over his shoulder as Bela stepped up next to him. He glanced at her and noticed that she held two very large flower arrangements in her arms that she had obviously taken from the back of the shuttle. Hopefully Anna would forgive them for 'borrowing' them.
A thin smile crept over Bela's pretty features, "Oh, I'm ready."
Impala: Planning Session
"So, our informant here tells us that Haymer's throwing a big party this weekend, so you two should have no trouble blending in with the hired help who'll be there setting up," Bobby told them.
Dean winced, "Aw, just tell me that I don't have to wear some dorky uniform."
Bobby glared at him over the screen, "You can wear a lime green thong and pretend you're the hired exotic dancer for all I care! All you have to do is fit in, and get through the back door…at this spot."
"You know Dean…I think that I might just have a thong somewhere, that you can borrow…Don't think it's lime green though."
"Shut up, Gabriel…and stop smirking Sam!"
Day of the Heist
Dean almost felt bad as he trudged through the stunningly manicured grounds, leaving footprints in the shockingly green grass…well, almost. He had to remember who they were stealing from here.
It was achingly painful to think that the people who were responsible for his mother's death might be living high like this guy, blissful in their little piece of paradise and not giving a damn to who's blood was poured into the foundation. The thought put a snarl on his face as they walked by the various domestics bustling about, carrying trays, pushing carts loaded with fine china, bartenders unpacking tumblers and booze. It was all so disgustingly fancy that it made him sick.
"Jeez, this place is so classy I'm not sure I'll know which fork to kill myself with," he muttered under his breath.
Bela noticed the scowl and elbowed him roughly, "Will you lighten up? Someone is bound to notice your pissy face and get suspicious," she hissed lowly as they passed a group of landscapers rush by to put away their tools.
"If they ask then I'll just tell them that I wasn't invited and I feel left out," Dean retorted.
"Well take your mind off of missing your little bed warmer and get focused on where we are now before you blow it, like you apparently haven't been doing with your love bug."
Oh, that dig of hers actually hurt a bit and Dean made sure that his scowl became deeper.
They carried their flower arrangements through the grounds, eventually coming up to one of the many houses and finding a partially hidden doorway in the shadows. Quickly Bela pulled out a punch-pad and a small device that Dean recognized as a code enabler. She attached the small cylinder to the door, tapped in one of her codes, and the cylinder blinks red for a few gut wrenching moments…
Impala: Planning Session
"The code part shouldn't be a problem, unless someone's been less than truthful…" Sam glanced over at Bela as he commented on this, as if daring her to try and sneak by them with some stupid error like that. He'd be damned if he let his brother go with the witch only to have them caught because of her codes being a bunch of crock.
But she held her ground and didn't flinch.
Day of the Heist
The light turned green and Bela looked to Dean with a wide and smug, 'I told you so' grin on her face that made Dean's frown grow even deeper which he didn't consider possible.
Together they started through the hallways, still holding the bulky flowers in their hands. As thy walked along, a daisy came loose and hit Dean in the face, bursting in his face a familiar scent and his thoughts went to Cas, wherever he was.
Dean hated what he and Cas were doing right now, and could hardly wait to set it all right again, but he had to do this first, he had to finish what he had started.
Bela glanced over at Dean who had slowed their pace and rolled her eyes at the distant look in his face.
"Oh, please! Are you really daydreaming over this guy right here? Right now?" she asked, truly confused and a little annoyed that the usually professional captain was off in la la land with his beloved.
Dean shook his head free of depressing thoughts and glared at her, "Don't worry about me. Let's just get this over with."
She turned to continue walking, glancing back at the Captain every few steps and gauging his expression, seeing how it softened as he looked at the flowers in his hands. She sighed and turned her head to him as they continued to move down the hallway, "This guy seems to cause you a lot of problems. It just seems like so much effort for someone you haven't even slept with…" she teased.
"Hence the effort," Dean hissed back at her and pushed by Bela roughly, bringing their pace up again as they neared their goal.
Impala: Planning Session
Chuck brought up the next diagram. It showed a large room in the center of one of the estates houses. He zoomed in on one of the floors as the other's looked over his shoulder, "So, according to Bela, the parlor with The Mexican is on the ninth floor."
"You'll have to disable the display before you touch anything," Sam reminded them, and both Dean and Bela nodded.
Chuck continued, "The disabling part shouldn't be a problem since you've got the codes and such…it's just that once you've got your hands on the goods, you can't take it out the front door, or the back door, or any door, really," he finished lamely.
"Every piece of pretty in that room is tagged for the scanners, and we ain't got codes for that," Bobby reported.
This was where Bela needed a crew to help her out. She had pondered many a night of how to get around the damned tags, but she never could figure it out. She had hoped that Monty's crew could come up with something, and now she was praying that the crew that robbed a core hospital could come up with a miracle to get this prize.
"Okay, so…what do we do?" she asked impatiently.
"You want to tell them?" Bobby asked Chuck who shook his head sadly.
"Nah, you should. It was your genius idea," the mechanic offered truthfully, letting the preacher step up and claim the glory.
Somewhat bashfully, the preacher addressed the crew, "Well, I was thinking we just chuck it in the garbage," he said sheepishly.
Everyone stared at him and Bela's mouth hung open.
Oh, Bobby...I love you so much...
