Author's note: Not a lot to say currently. Enjoy.
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Chapter 7:Way Too High Society
"Welcome to Victorian England!" the Doctor said dramatically, throwing the doors of the Tardis open and stepping out into the moonlit snow. "On Christmas Eve, of course." Sam and I cautiously exited behind him.
"Are you sure we gotta wear this?" I asked, pulling at the sleeves of my fancy, old-timey jacket.
"You two look great." the Doctor reassured us. "Do you want a top hat?"
"No." I said quickly.
"Alright, then, let's go."
We head off down the dark, quiet street. It was obviously kinda late, I'd say maybe around ten, and most people weren't on the street anymore. It was actually really pretty, I'm not gonna lie, even if it was ridiculously cold.
"Where are we going?" Sam asked.
"Well, I have some friends here that invited me to their party on Christmas Eve and told me I was welcome to bring a guest or two. They love making new friends, the more the merrier, obviously, and I think that you're just the kind of people they'll love."
I laughed, grinning brightly. "We offer to let you pick the destination, and you choose to take us to a party. I approve."
The Doctor smiled too, leading us up a well-decorated drive and a set of front steps, knocking on a door. "It's probably not the kind of party you've been to before."
The door was opened by a woman who was about sixty years old in a lacy red dress. "Oh, Doctor, you came!" she exclaimed, leaning forward to kiss his cheeks. "And you brought friends! How lovely!"
Sam and I hesitantly stepped forward when the doctor waved us up.
"And what are you're names?"
I had no idea how to sound formal like I was seemingly expected to, but I gave it a go. "Um… I'm Dean Winchester, and this is my younger brother, Sam...uel."
Sam glanced at me, a little surprised, and I suppose I couldn't blame him. Nobody ever called him Samuel, and I'd definitely never introduced him that way.
"It's wonderful to meet you boys. Please, follow me." She led the way into the house (if you could call this huge thing a house) and down a long hallway, still talking over her shoulder. "My name is Madam Charleston. Normally I wouldn't answer the door, but our butler, Timothy, is home for Christmas, which I think is just darling, and I prefer to greet the guests myself anyway. I'm absolutely delighted you boys could make it to our little gathering tonight. And may I just say that I love your waistcoat, Mr. Winchester. It's such a lovely shade of green, and it looks just beautiful with your eyes. The exact same color."
The Doctor smiled smugly while I looked down at myself. I hadn't noticed that. I'd been too busy feeling incredibly awkward in this kind of clothes. I'd never worn stuff like this before.
"And, of course, the younger Mr. Winchester looks wonderful as well. It's so rare to see a young man your age dressed so well. I greatly appreciate it, and I'm sure the other members of our gathering will as well.
Sam and I exchanged looks behind her back, eyebrows raised, and the Doctor was trying hard not to laugh. I guess he didn't know that this was way too high society for Sammy and me. He'd explained some social rules to us before we'd left the Tardis, but we were still in so far over our heads.
Madam Charleston opened a door at the end of the hall and led us into a large open room full of people. Some of them were sitting at tables around the edge of the room, and others were dancing in the middle. Some really stuffy looking dudes were playing instruments on a raised platform in the corner. It wasn't really my scene, but some of the girls were hot, so how bad could it be?
"Oh, Mr. Winchester?" Madam Charleston placed her hand on my elbow. "I hate to trouble you, but my daughter, Katherine, is sitting alone at that table in the corner, and it's just not proper for a young lady to be by herself. She's about your age; would you mind keeping her company? I'm sure you two will get along wonderfully, and she's a lovely dancer."
Well, I wasn't about to say no. "I'd be happy to, Madam."
"Well, aren't you darling?" She smiled with a sweetness that was completely at odds with the strength in her grip as she steered me over to her daughter. This lady was in full-on matchmaking mode. "Katherine, dear?"
"Yes, Mama?" Katherine stood up to greet us.
Okay, I'm not gonna lie, she was smokin'. Black hair, green eyes, bow-shaped pink lips, pale, porcelain skin, and an incredible figure. She looked great in her low-cut, sleeves-off-the-shoulders, smooth, sapphire blue dress.
"This is Dean Winchester." Madam Charleston beamed at me. "He's a darling boy, and I think you'll have a lot to talk about." And with that, she left.
A little abrupt, but whatever works, I guess.
"It's nice to meet you, Miss Charleston." I smiled at her, trying not to seem too modern.
"It's nice to meet you too, Mr. Winchester."
Okay, yeah, that was too weird. "Look, not to seem all informal or anything, but I'm just not used to people calling me that, so if it's alright with you, can we stick with first names? You call me Dean and I'll call you Katherine?"
Her smile had been formal and stiff, but now it relaxed into something warmer and more real. "Of course I'll call you Dean. But I prefer Kate to Katherine, if that's alright with you."
"Yeah, of course." We sat back down at the table.
"So, Dean." Kate shifted to face me, crossing her legs and placing her hands in her lap. "You have a slight accent. If you don't mind my asking, where are you from?"
Shit, what year was it? And when exactly was America first a thing? I knew they'd signed the Declaration of Independence in 1776, but there was the war after that, and I didn't know when that ended or when in that time we technically became a nation. Signing the Declaration? Winning the war? Creating the Constitution? And were there a bunch of hard feelings between Britain and America right now?
Oh well, whatever. I guess I'll just take a shot.
"I'm American."
"If you live in America, then what are you doing here?" There didn't seem to be any disdain in her question, just curiosity.
"Oh, well…" Complicated. Very complicated. Good thing I'm the master of half-truths. "D'you know the Doctor?"
Her whole face lit up. "Oh, I love the Doctor! He brought you here then?"
"Yeah, me and my little brother."
"Well, that's just lovely. And I'm very glad you're here. To be perfectly honest, I thought this was going to be a very dull party, but you've made it far more interesting."
"Ah, well, we've all got our jobs in this world."
She quickly stifled a tinkling laugh. "Funny too. I like you, Dean."
"Well, I'm flattered. You seem great too."
She glanced over at the dance floor. "Are you going to ask me to dance, Dean? It's customary."
"Normally, I would. But I don't have any idea how to dance like that." I admitted, also looking over at the waltzing couples.
"Are things different where you come from, then?"
"Oh, yeah." I laughed, remembering some of the dancing I'd done. "It's a lot more…" Man, what the hell kind of word could I use here? "It's a lot more sensual than any of this."
Kate bit her lip for a second, surveying the room, then smiled a little wickedly. "I have a brilliant idea. Follow me." She grabbed my hand gently and led me around the edge of the dance floor, around a partial wall, and into a small, dark alcove.
I raised an eyebrow. I didn't think England way back now was so… risque.
She turned to face me, her green eyes seeming to glow in the dim light. "We can dance however we want here. You said you dance differently; teach me."
"Alright. But keep in mind, you can tell me if you don't wanna take things so far. I'll stop."
"Such a gentleman." Kate brought her arms up behind my head and linked her fingers at the back of my neck, clearly thinking this was intimate, but there was still what suddenly felt like a fair amount of space between us.
I shook my head, smiling slightly, as I slowly wrapped an arm around her waist, my hand lightly skimming her hips and back, making her shiver. I gently pulled her against me. "Sweetheart, when we're done here, you sure as hell ain't gonna think I'm a gentleman anymore."
You'd think it'd be difficult to dirty dance with the kind of music they'd play at a party like that, but it was actually surprisingly easy, and it definitely helped that she took to it like a pro. I could barely believe she'd never been taught to move this way.
Once I could tell Kate was getting tired, we sat down on a bench at the very back of our little alcove, deep in the shadows. She left a hand on my knee, and I kept my arm around her, neither of us ready to lose physical contact just yet.
"I think I really love America." Kate said a little breathlessly.
I smiled softly. "You'd fit right in."
"I've never done anything like that before. Americans have wonderful style."
"Well, we've had a lot of practice."
"I'm sure."
We sat in silence for a minute, but I couldn't help turning to her and asking, "Kate, have you ever kissed anyone?"
She looked up at me, a little startled by the question. "No. Have you?"
"Am I a skank if I have?"
Kate cocked her head slightly. "Your speech is very strange, at times."
Damn it. Skank probably wasn't a word now. "Well, y'know, America. Sorry." That was shaping up to be a very useful excuse.
"Oh, it's not a problem." she said quickly. "It's actually fairly interesting. I suppose people speak differently in America?"
"Yeah, we got a language all our own."
"So when you're asking if having kissed a girl makes you a 'skank', what are you trying to say?"
Oh goody, more explanation. Okay, I could do this. "Y'know. Somebody with loose morals."
"Oh." Kate nodded thoughtfully, actually thinking it over. "Maybe, by some people's definitions, that would make you a… skank."
I leaned a little closer to her, hoping she'd take the hint. "And by your definition?"
"I think that, skank or not, whatever it is you are is wonderful."
I smiled slightly, wrapping my hand around the back of her neck. "Well, thank you." I whispered, pulling her to me, and gently kissed her.
She didn't protest, so I didn't stop.
After a minute, she pulled away from me in surprise. "Dean, what are you doing?"
"It's called French Kissing."
"But you're American, not French."
I shrugged. "We borrowed it. And liked it so much, we kept it."
"Now that sounds American." she laughed, leaning in and kissing me herself this time. For never having kissed anybody else, she had pretty good natural technique. Though I suppose my experience probably helped.
Somebody cleared their throat loudly, and Kate and I broke apart in surprise. Sam and the Doctor were standing there, Sam exasperated, the Doctor vaguely amused.
"Hey, Doc." I said easily, lounging back on the bench. I wasn't embarrassed to be caught like this. It was definitely not the worst position anybody'd ever walked in on. Being found making out was really pretty normal for me.
Kate, on the other hand, was red as a stop sign and looked like she'd been caught with the murder weapon in her hand and blood all over her clothes. "Doctor! And you must be Dean's - er, Mr. Winchester's younger brother. It's lovely to meet you." She pulled the sleeve of her dress up a bit. "You won't tell my mother, will you?"
"No, of course not. But we really should be going." the Doctor said. "We have lots to do, and I believe your mother is wondering where you and Mr. Winchester have run off to."
"Yes, of course." Kate got to her feet and I stood too. "I should go reassure her. It was lovely to see you again, Doctor, and to meet your friends." She curtsied politely, threw me a wicked smile, and left to find her mom.
"Dean, seriously?" Sam asked the second she was out of earshot. "Do the words 'corrupting the innocent' mean anything to you?"
"Her mom started it. I just finished it." I pointed out, smirking in a self-satisfied sort of way.
"Dean."
"I didn't do anything all that wrong. I just taught her a new way to dance and kissed her a little bit."
"It's alright, Sam." the Doctor said, putting his hand on the kid's shoulder. "I don't think Kate's had that much fun at one of her mother's parties in a very long time. But I wasn't kidding when I said we should go, so…"
He waved us along and we followed him out, thanking Madam Charleston for having us on the way. She made a point of making sure I understood that I was welcome to 'call on Katherine' whenever I felt so inclined.
The Doctor laughed as we headed back down the street towards the Tardis. "I forgot Madam Charleston tried so hard to marry her daughter off. Sorry about that, Dean."
"It's fine." I waved my hand dismissively. "Kate was a cool chick; we had a good time."
The Doctor opened the Tardis door. "Well, I'm glad."
"Um, guys?" Sam cut in. "Hate to interrupt and all that, but we got company."
The Doctor and I turned around in surprise. The weeping angel was a little ways down the street.
"Oh, come on." I groaned. "We still ain't shaken him?"
"Get in the Tardis." The Doctor grabbed the backs of our jackets and guided us inside while Sam and I kept an eye on the angel.
I slammed the door shut. "I thought you said it wouldn't bother us if we stayed out of our timeline. What happened to having some fun now and ganking the angel later when we're ready to go home?"
"I don't know how or why it followed you." the Doctor said, apparently just as confused as me. "I knew it'd become a bit fixated, but this is ridiculous."
"What's so special about us? I mean, it's not like we've ever done anything to it, and it just randomly decided to be a creepy stalker."
"What actually is a weeping angel, anyhow? Like, where do they come from?" Sam asked.
"It's basically the vengeful spirit of an angel. Some dead people become vengeful spirits, some dead angels become weeping angels." I'd read up on their origins after that first run-in at the school months ago.
"So why would it be after us?"
I shrugged. "Hell if I know."
"It doesn't matter right now." the Doctor cut in. "It's out there, and we're in here. We'll go find something else to do. We can handle the angel later."
"What if it comes back?" I asked.
"It'll be fine."
"You sure, Doc?"
"Mmm… 99%."
Author's afterthought: I thought they deserved to go have some pointless fun at a party, 'cause everybody deserves that in their lives every now and then. Either way, please review! It makes me happier than it has any right to, and I'm not gonna lie, it makes me update faster.