I loved writing this. It has a more humorous tone as some of the others have. See I can write positively ;) Feel free to read and review I would really appreciate some feedback and to see if readers out there are enjoying this series.

Dust floated around the musty smelling shop as we walked around. I admired the sparkling chandelier that dangled from the surprisingly high ceiling. From the outside this shop looked no bigger than a standard perfume shop, but inside it was filled with curious items.

A line of tin soldiers stood proudly on one of the shelves. Dean walked over and prodded one with his finger, which caused them to topple over like dominoes. I glared at him.

'What?'

'That's really immature, Dean, we're on a case,' I hissed.

'Relax Cel. And I find it ironic you're the one giving me the lecture, I'm surprised you haven't broken anything yet.'

He grinned as I rolled my eyes and went to inspect a butterfly brooch with a broken wing. I wonder who used to own this, I mused as I lifted it and rubbed a finger along the spiky edge where the wing was missing.

'Celeste, put that down please,' Cas asked me.

'I was just looking, uncle Cas,' I stated as I put the brooch back on the wooden table.

'I know, but we shouldn't be getting distracted.'

He placed a hand on my back before he walked to the other side of the shop. I moved closer to Sam but kept my back turned so the shopkeeper wouldn't notice that I was listening.

'So you have no idea where your wife could be?'

'No. She was heading to an antiques fair in the next town over so we could restock, but she should be back now! Agent, she has been missing for a month.'

'But you only reported her missing recently,' Sam pointed out.

'Well we were having…'

'Marital difficulties?' I offered only to be sent a steely look from Sam.

'Yes,' he sighed looking as deflated as I suspected his pe-

'Don't you dare finish that thought,' Cas growled.

'How did you do that? You can't read my thoughts that is a perk of being what I am,' I whispered.

'I've had plenty of practice, I can tell when you are having an immoral thought.'

'I think we're done here. Mr Langford, thank you for your time. Please contact us if you can give us more details,' Dean announced as he handed him a card with one of our many numbers on.

Sam smiled and shook his hand.

As we exited the shop the bell chimed above our heads and my thoughts turned back to the chandelier I had seen.

'I want to go see Phantom of the Opera.'

'What?' Dean questioned, he fixed me with a look that screamed I was insane for liking musicals.

'I like musicals, so what? Deal with it. We never get the chance to do anything fun and seeing as this case is going nowhere. Come on, she has clearly left him and he can't move on, I bet she didn't disappear as he claims she did. I reckon she found someone else… I thought maybe we could go see it.'

'Not my thing, I'm afraid,' Dean responded and added a shrug.

'Sam?' I asked hopefully.

'Sorry Cel, not mine either.'

'I'll take you. I am curious to see what these musicals consist of, after all you chatter about them on a regular basis. My only question are theatres dens of iniquity?'

'Seriously, you're going back to that type of Cas?' I raised an eyebrow.

'What do you mean by type? I'm myself.'

'Theatres are amazing places, well they look amazing, I have never been before… But they are not like the old theatres like in the Elizabethan era when they had prostitutes and no drinking regulations. I'll be honest, Phantom of the Opera is a gothic tale but it has a really important message about tolerance – it is contextually appropriate.'

'Okay. What made you think of going to see that particular one?' uncle Cas enquired as I hugged him and giggled.

'The chandelier in Mr Langford's shop. It has a chandelier in it.'

'Good luck Cas, you will be bored and wishing you were at home with us,' Dean joked as he unlocked the impala.

'No Dean, I'm looking forward to sharing this new experience with Celeste.'

'Well we better leave now.'

'What do you mean leave?' uncle Cas questioned me as he frowned.

'Her Majesty's Theatre is in London, we need to fly there.'

'It's a good thing I love you.'

'I know.'

I smiled, it meant a lot to me that my uncle was going to go along with this, especially as he rarely voiced the fact that he loved me.