Chapter 38

Getting ready for a gala isn't something that I do everyday, however, I threw myself into the whole thing enthusiastically. I experimented with differing hairstyles and colors while attacking makeup. I heard the door open and found Sam staring at me with an expression of amusement on his face.

"Yes?" I prompted.

"Kelsey," Sam chuckled. "What are you doing?"

"I'm getting ready," I answered.

"What's going on with your hair?" Sam demanded.

I stared at the reflection and frowned at the shocking blue and pink color. I turned back to him but before I could speak, Dean pushed him forward.

"Kelsey what the hell?" Dean exclaimed.

"It will compliment my dress," I explained.

"Kelsey," Sam began laughing.

Dean stood perfectly still torn between laughter and a scowl.

"It won't work?" I frowned.
"No," Dean shook his head. "Even I know that."

Sam struggled to regain his composure. "Kelsey, a normal hair color will work with the dress. And…" he stopped.

"And?" I shrugged.

"Lose the metallic makeup," Dean said. "Look at me. Ugh!"

I shook my head.

"Subtle and understated Kelsey," Sam told me.

"You're ruining my fun," I grumbled.

"I'm sorry," Sam said. "Oh, I needed that," he said to Dean.
"Headed for Gert?" Dean asked.

"Yep," Sam nodded. "I'll need strength to deal with her."

"Well, Sandy and I'll be watching," I piped up.

Sam stared at me for a moment, "Not like that," he pleaded.

"Fine," I snapped. I grabbed the tissue and removed the makeup. I put on understated colors.

"And the hair?" Sam reminded me.

"I'll get to it," I murmured. I shook my hair and it became a rich reddish brown color. I looped it around my head and pinned it securely. I removed the wrap and unveiled the dress. Both of them drew in a sharp intake of breath.

"What?" I demanded.
"You look great," Sam said. "Okay, I'll get going."

"Yeah," Dean came forward and shrugged his shoulders inside of his jacket.

"You look fine," I said as I fixed his tie.

"This is ridiculous," Dean muttered. "Oh Bella's downstairs by the way."

"Okay," I nodded. "I'll stay out of sight."

Dean sighed and then headed for the stairs.

"What is taking so long?" Bella called. "Sam's already half way there," she paused. "With his date."

"So not okay with this," Dean replied.

"What are you? A woman?" she taunted. "Come down already."

Dean looked back at me and I urged him forward. I became invisible and followed him down the stairs. I saw Bella's reaction to him and had to prevent myself from laughing. Dean stood in front of her.

"All right, get it out. I look ridiculous," Dean told her.

"Not exactly the word I'd use," she told him.

"What?" Dean was puzzled.

"You know when this is over," she said. "We should really have angry sex."

I felt my eyebrow arch and I was concerned with Dean's reaction.

He stared at her for a moment and she stared back, he then folded his arms.

"Don't objectify me," he told her.

She stared at him in amused silence.

"Let's go," Dean said irritably as he headed for the door. But I caught the smirk on his face as Bella followed him out the door.

I wasn't sure if this boded well for either Sam or Dean. I waited until I heard the car leave then I walked through the door. I approached the museum quickly and quietly. I slipped past the guard who took no notice of me and found Sammael waiting inside.

"You found the place," I said.

"Oh yes," she nodded. "This is such fun. You look so understated."

"Blame it on Sam," I muttered.
"Well," Sammael grinned. "Knowing you, you went to match your dress."

"Is there something wrong with that?" I asked.

"No," Sammael replied. "I did the same until Azrael and Micah started laughing."

"They're here?" I glanced around.

"Of course," Sammael whispered.

I saw them and waved. I spotted Dean entering the gala with Bella. He was sticking something under the bowl. I failed to see Sam. Then I noticed him entering with an older woman who I assumed must be Gert. He appeared to be quite uncomfortable and Sammael chuckled at the sight of Gert pawing Sam. She ran her hand over Sam's back and he quickly escaped her crossing the room to go to where Dean and Bella were by the bar. Sammael and I edged closer to overhear their conversation.

"Just exactly how long do you expect me to entertain my date," he said to Dean.

"As long as it takes," Bella replied.

Sam looked at his brother and then he glared at Bella. His face showed his irritation quite plainly.

"Look, there's security all over this place," Dean said. "This is an un-crashable party without Gert's invitation so…"

"We can crash anything, Dean," Sam refuted.

"Yeah I know," Dean admitted. "But this is easier and it's a lot more entertaining."

"You know there are limits to what I'll do right?" Sam was uncomfortable.

"Aw, he's playing hard to get," Dean observed. "That's cute." He turned to the bar and picked up their drinks. "Come on," he said to Bella and she grabbed her purse. He leaned over to Sam, "I want all the details in the morning."

Sam looked as though he wanted to tell his brother words that were unacceptable for the setting they were in. Dean handed Bella her drink, she thanked him and Dean gave his brother a parting smirk. Sam watched them as they walked off and I felt a little bit sorry for him. Sammael had a hard time containing her glee.

"Oh, this is going to be fun," she whispered.

"Contain yourself girl," I remarked.

Gert came up to Sam with two flutes of champagne. She handed him one.

"To us," she told him.

Sam took the glass and drank all of it one go. I was surprised since I had never seen Sam do anything like that before.

"She must really scare him," Sammael observed.

"Uh huh," I agreed.

Sammael nodded to me and I glanced over to where Dean and Bella walked. I started when I saw Bella lean on Dean and collapse. Dean grabbed her and we crossed quickly. Dean quickly snowed one of the guards as he carried Bella up the stairs. The plan was in motion. Sammael shrugged and returned her attention to the dance floor.

"Poor Sam," she whispered.

I looked over at her and my eyebrows arched when Gert's hand grabbed Sam's butt. She placed her head on his chest wrapped her arms around his body and then felt him up again. I swallowed the laughter that threatened to explode from me while Sammael turned her head away.

"Why you're just firm all over," Gert told Sam as he managed to get her a little bit off him. However he was unsuccessful as she managed to get her arms firmly around him again. Sam was so uncomfortable.

"I'm going to have to do something nice for the poor baby," I whispered.

"Baby?" Sammael stared at me. "That man is no baby."

"He is to me," I insisted.

"That's the price you pay for being a mom," Sammael sighed. "You just have a hard time letting them grow up."

I glowered at her.

"Having fun ladies?" I heard Sam's voice behind me.

"Oh lots," Sammael nodded.

"Where's Gert?" I asked as I spun around. Sam grabbed me and began turning me around the dance floor. I looked over and saw Azrael whirling Sammael and I saw Micah dancing with Gert.

"I was rescued for the moment," Sam answered.
"I see," I nodded. "But it won't last long."

"I'm hoping that they get the hand quickly," Sam muttered.

I noted that Micah had managed to ply Gert with more champagne. "I don't think that you have to worry about Gert. She's quite drunk."

"Not drunk enough," Sam murmured.

Gert dragged Micah over to us.
"Your reprieve's up," I indicated to him.

Sam touched the top of my head with his.

"Courage Sam," I whispered.

"Yeah," he released me and took Gert from Micah. She pressed her body against his.

Micah took me in his arms and began dancing with me around the floor.

"That was good of you," I thanked him.

"He needed a break," Micah shrugged.

"It was still good of you," I said.

"What are they doing here?" Micah asked.

"Getting a hand of glory, so that they can stop the killings," I told him.

"With Bella?" Micah sounded suspicious.

"I'm hoping that she doesn't get the better of Dean this time," I said.

"Not likely," Micah chuckled.

"I have…" I stopped.

"Exactly," Micah looked over my shoulder. "Poor Sam."

I turned my head as we edged closer. Gert began to ask Sam about the investigations.

"I think that they had it coming," she said. "Biblical sort of way."

"Oh what do you mean?" Sam sounded curious.

"Well you know about their father," she continued.

"No," Sam frowned.

"Come here, I'll whisper it to you," she pulled his ear to her mouth. "People say that the old man didn't die of natural causes."

"Well how?" Sam was uncomfortable.

"Rumor is that the boys did it," Gert told him.

I glanced at Micah and he nodded.
"Nothing was ever proven but people still whisper," she moved her lips closer to his ear.

"Okay, okay," Sam pulled head out of her hands. "So, so did Sheila have any connection to them?"

"None that I know of," Gert replied.

"Did Sheila have any kind of tragedy in her life?" Sam tried a different tact.

"Yes," Gert recalled. "As a matter of fact there was a car accident when she was a teenager."

"What happened?" Sam pressed.

"Her car flipped over. She was okay," Gert told him. "But her cousin Brian was killed. Why? Is that important?"

Sam struggled for an answer.

"Well," Bella and Dean entered the room. "Having a nice time?"

"It's delightful," Gert told her. She kissed Bella on her cheek. "He wants me."

Dean stepped close to Sam and gave him a knowing look that resembled a smirk.

Bella took Gert's arm. "I'm going to get Gert into a cold shower," she whispered to them.

"Great idea," Sam acknowledged.

Gert waved her empty champagne glass around.

"See you at the cemetery," Bella called as she ushered Gert out.

Dean checked his pocket and turned to Sam. "You stink like sex."

Sam exhaled as he kept his retort under control. They quickly left the gala and I disengaged myself from Micah and followed them out the door. They quickly got into the car and Sam pulled off his tie. I strained my ear to listen in on their conversation.

"You got it right?" Sam demanded. "Tell me I didn't get groped all night by Mrs. Havisham for nothing."

"I got it," Dean told him. "Mrs. Who?"

Sam appeared exasperated. "Never mind, just let me see it," he said.

Dean pulled the object out of his pocket and it turned out to be a ship in a bottle.

Sam looked at him. "What?" he demanded.

"I'm gonna kill her," Dean said quietly.

I looked back at Sammael who smiled at me. I sighed. We had expected this.