No surprise, the Blue room was blue. Blue walls, blue carpet, blue furniture, blue curtains. The view was of a twilight ocean, so, blue view. I wonder if they've ever listened to Eiffel 65. The Queen took her seat at the head of the table that dominated the room. Adam pointed to the seats that were for Dean, Sam, and Cas, facing the view.
A side door opened and five year old Danny Sullivan entered, escorted by a diminutive woman. The boy looked healthy and well groomed. The woman looked more normal than Queen Titania, but that wasn't hard to do. She had long white-blond hair that flowed like water around her. Her wardrobe was simple, yet Dean could see her clothes were made with care and tailored to her slight frame. When they were seated across from him, he could see her eyes were red. Sam did say that color combo was suppose to represent otherworldly in the Celtic circles, no surprise the first kidnapper has it.
The Queen smiled at the lady and motioned for Adam to begin. "Dean, I present Mistress Mac Ćarthaigh. Danny has been in her care for about a month."
A month? Great, more than enough time to brainwash the kid. "So Danny, like living with the Sídhe?"
"Yes! I get to go to school with banshees and goblins and selkies! They teach magic and fighting! If I'm good enough I could be a page in a couple years!" Dean had seen brainwashing and the victims rarely had this much bouncing excitement about their future. The whole time Mac Ćarthaigh looked at Danny with a fond smile, like she was so proud of him.
"Anything you don't like? What happens when you mess up?" Dean winced. Sam always overestimated how well he did with kids. He tried for 'You can talk to me' and got 'Too invested to be real' which scared kids off.
The kid squinted at Sam, "Auntie Róis is wonderful." Danny then climbed into Mac Ćarthaigh's lap. Mac Ćarthaigh whispered into Danny's ear, getting a laugh out of him, and then looked at Dean.
"He is learning manners from my household and I." Her voice was melodious, like a spring running over rounded pebbles. "His first week here he was shy, but after a couple of stories his curiosity got the better of him and he started asking questions. He eats three meals a day, and only gets dessert if he eats his greens. If he wants a snack all he has to do is ask Cook. He takes a bath every day. At school he is taught Sídhe history, Old Gaeilge, mathematics, and reading, which isn't too different from your schools. Children not yet in the page program only spend half the day in school, the rest they are expected to help their household and play. Once he's more settled he'll start learning magic and the basics of sword craft. I assume your brother was asking after how I discipline Danny, not if I abuse him." Sam at least had the decency to blush. "There is always work to be done on my estate. When Danny intentionally breaks a household rule, I give him a chore that matches the harm caused and is within his ability to do." She caught Danny's eye, "You feel like sharing last week's incident?" The boy nodded.
"I was upset about my math test, so I pushed over Auntie's sewing wheel. She asked why I did that, made me a sandwich, and we talked. My chore was to card 5 rolags."
"We also spent an extra 30 minutes on math each evening." Mac Ćarthaigh arched a pale eyebrow at Sam, "Satisfied?"
Sam nodded. Dean took in how free the kid was with expressing himself. Danny smiled or frowned without hesitation, and was hugging Mac Ćarthaigh's hands where they circled him to keep him on her lap. This was a content child. But he had to ask…
"Danny, don't you miss your family back in our world?" Now the kid did curl up, as if expecting a blow. From his new family, or old?
"If you weren't wearing that ring I would show you why mortals fear my kind!" Suddenly Mac Ćarthaigh was as terrifying a fae as Dean had ever seen, and her voice had an edge of ice melt that sent shivers down his spine. Instead of trying to get away from her Danny was burrowing into her bosom.
"Um, Dean, Do Something" Sam hissed, pointing at Cas. Who was glowing again.
"Woah! Cas, Calm. Down." Dean turned to Mac Ćarthaigh, "I needed to ask, please calm down before Cas pulls his wings out."
Mac Ćarthaigh snarled at Dean and then started cooing to Danny, stroking his hair and rocking him.
Good enough "She's not allowed to do anything. Just. Like. You. So stop posturing."
"She has threatened you and deflected the question. How do we know this is even necessary? All you have is the word of one Celtic deity." Cas was going to leave nail marks on the table, but he wasn't making any move towards Mac Ćarthaigh.
"Enough," Adam stepped forward from his place at Queen Titania's side, who was unimpressed with the display, "Castiel, you will stand down or be removed." Cas switched his focus to Adam. "I know you would rather be here than away while Dean finishes his interviews." Cas looked so resigned Dean new Adam had won.
Adam turned to Dean, "Dean, I know you researched all the families before coming here; do you need to continue or are you willing to let Danny stay with Mistress Mac Ćarthaigh?"
Dean looked to the Queen, "I would prefer to make my decision after seeing the other two kids."
Queen Titania inclined her head, "That is your choice. Gwynn ap Nudd said you would not be forced into a decision." She turned to Adam, "Please show bean phósta Mac Ćarthaigh and Danny out and call for an tUasal Ó Beargha and Michael O'Brien."
Danny had a watery smile for Dean as he left. Kid's a fighter, that's for sure.
While waiting for the next two Dean told Cas, "Proof is on the top of my list when I next see the Morrígan. I don't like making kids cry for no reason. But while we're here I need you to not pick fights. I'm covered, you and Sam are not, and we don't know what we'll see at the winter court. I'd rather not find out if these… persons can take you two like Freya could."
Cas huffed, "I may not like it, but you are right. I will refrain from further displays."
"Thanks man."
Adam entered and announced, "Mister Ó Beargha and his charge Michael O'Brien."