ULTIMATE DISCLAIMER IN PROFILE AND CHAPTER 1!

ULTIMATE WARNING IN PROFILE AND CHAPTER 1!

AU, OOC. And yes: SLASH. Mild but it's there.

Hey, guys! This is a shorter, but light-hearted chappy. The SLASH is not Sam and Dean yet, but you don't have to wait for much too long. :D

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Chapter 12: Match Made In Heaven, Part 1

Sam had never felt this uncomfortable in his entire life. He was sitting in the Great Ballroom on the couch, right next to Dean, with the Mistress opposite him in an armchair. Two sets of jade-green eyes were gazing at him and they were so alike that it made Sam's skin crawl with anxiety. He was playing with his fingers ever since he was led into the room and seated. The skin was already red from the constant twisting and rubbing, as he tried to ease his nervousness and at the same time begging the other two inwardly to stop with the open staring.

Dean observed his servant worriedly. Something wasn't right with Sam today. Or rather this week. They had been getting closer to each other and Sam had begun to relax finally. However, the day he'd asked Ramon to announce his mother's arrival, Sam had started to pull away again. He'd avoided him completely, spending more time with the other servants. He knew he should be happy that Sam was finally fitting in, he couldn't help but feel a bit hurt, though. And then this morning, Sam behaved so strangely when they stayed alone in one room. Dean was shocked as he saw the reddened skin around the boy's tightly shut eyes and the glitter of drops on the long, dark lashes. Had he been crying? But why? And why did it hurt so much to see just the traces of Sam's suffering?

What had broken his heart, however, was the way Sam had wrenched himself away, promptly escaping from the room. He'd even ignored Dean's worried call. What could Dean have done that Sam had reacted like that to him? To his presence? To his touch…

Now, though, embarrassment and nervousness poured out of the boy's body. Sam's head was bowed so low, Dean thought it would break off of his neck at any moment. He even scooted a little closer to Dean, being uneasy around their guest. What could've changed the boy's behavior so drastically?

Mary observed the pair on the couch, worried about the new boy and curious about her son. She instantly noticed the concerned hovering Dean showed around the boy. Could it be…? But she shouldn't think like that. The poor boy, Sam, was so frightened she feared he would pass out any minute.

"So" she spoke, trying to sound cheerful. Sam flinched from surprise; the silence was pretty tense around them. "How are you getting along here, Sam? You sure made a great job keeping this place in a top shape."

"Th-Thank you, M-Mistress" Sam stuttered out. Mary suppressed the 'Awww' attempting to break out of her, hearing the soft voice. Instead she waved with a chuckle.

"Just call me 'miss'. Mistress makes me sound like a secret lover from a romance novel."

"Mom!" Dean exclaimed with a pout.

"What? You don't think so? Honestly, I'm sure it was a man who thought this out."

"Mom!" Dean repeated, but this time it was more like a whine. This line of the conversation, though, drew out a quiet giggle from Sam. Just as Mary was about to join in, the boy stopped abruptly and covered his mouth with a horrified expression.

Dean glanced at his mother worriedly. When he saw the raised eyebrow, he nodded then turned back to Sam, who began visibly shaking, completely petrified from the outcome of doing something inappropriate.

"Sam, sweetheart" Mary spoke tenderly, taking a seat at Sam's free side. She carefully pried the boy's hand away from his mouth. "It was just a joke. You were supposed to laugh."

"I'm sorry, miss" Sam muttered ashamed. He felt tears gather in his eyes. God I'm such a mess, he thought bitterly, wiping the wetness away.

"It's alright" Mary replied. "No harm done. So, how are you getting along here?" Sam was clearly relieved by the subject change.

"Very good, miss" he answered, his eyes still downcast. Mary found his well-mannered voice absolutely adorable. A glance at Dean revealed the same thing. Judging by his look, her son was already head-over-heels towards this boy. "Everyone is so kind to me."

"Did you befriend anyone?" Mary turned back to him.

"I…" Sam paused uncertainly, "I like to think of Alex as a friend."

"Well, I'm sure Alex thinks the same, as well."

"Thank you, miss." Mary thought she was going to burst from the sweetness of this servant.

"Mom, did you know Sam can play the piano?" Dean interjected suddenly. Sam froze hearing the question, while Mary looked curious.

"Really?" she looked at Sam for answer. As if the boy felt it – he was still looking down -, he began to shy away from the spotlight:

"I-I'm n-not that g-good…"

"Why don't you play something and let me be the judge of that?" Mary offered with a smile. It was such a long time ago that she heard piano music in this house.

It seemed Sam wanted to look at the two of them pleadingly not to make him do this, but he held himself back because of the rules. At last, he slowly stood up and stepped to the piano. Sitting onto the bench, he stayed motionless for a couple moments, thinking of a song he could play. With a deep breath, he smoothed his fingers onto the keys and began playing.

Dean smiled as the familiar notes filled the air of the room. It was the same song Sam played the last time, on that beautiful afternoon… Glancing at his mother, he saw the awe-struck expression on her face. Feeling satisfied, he closed his eyes and let himself be washed away by the gentle melody, filling him with warmth and memories… The softness of skin… The glitter of hazel-green eyes… The sunlight caressing chestnut-brown tresses, giving them a silky, golden shine… He noticed some regret in the back of his mind, for letting this boy slip out of his grasp that day.

Unbeknownst to Dean, Sam had similar thoughts in his mind, as he was whisked away by the melody. After the usual peace this song brought to him since he was a child, his mind filled with the memories of the afternoon again, mending his heart bit by bit. He felt those unexpected emotions, as the picture of jade-green eyes and the feeling of calloused fingertips on his chin played in front of his eyes, burning onto the inside of his eyelids.

Mary watched the talented fingers glide over the keys of the piano, creating this magical melody with ease. She noticed that Sam closed his eyes, sinking into his memories of the song. As it went on, Mary felt a nagging in her mind. This music was so familiar… She'd heard it somewhere…

Soon the music was over. Sam stayed in his place for a little while, letting the silence wrap around the three of them, taking the place of the last notes. When the final echoes faded away, as well, he stood up and turned towards the others.

"That was beautiful" Mary breathed in awe. Sam bowed his head to her.

"Thank you, miss."

"Excuse me" came a timid voice. When they looked up, their eyes landed on Alex, who was standing in the doorway. "I just came to let you know that breakfast is ready to be served."

"Alright" Mary jumped up and Dean followed. "It was very nice to meet you, Sam. I hope we're going to run into each other a couple times."

"So do I, miss" Sam answered with a shy smile.

"Well, come on, honey" Mary linked his arm with Dean's. "I'm hungry and I'm certain you're starving, as well. You were always such a bottomless pit."

"Mom!" Dean whined for the third time. Sam glanced up, just to catch the blush coloring the man's cheeks, before the pair left. He couldn't help but blush himself at the sight.

"We can also eat soon" Alex turned to him with a knowing smile. With a nod, Sam returned to the servants' quarter and took a seat at the kitchen table. To his delight, a second later Mark plopped down into the chair next to him.

"Hey, Mark" Sam greeted him. "Busy day?"

"Not as busy as the previous ones" Mark replied with a sigh.

"Can I tell you something?" Sam asked, the feeling of being a kid returning with some extra excitement. Mark looked at him curiously. "I know a secret… about Alex." Mark's eyes widened and he almost fell off of his chair in his haste to lean close to Sam. They were still huddled together, Sam whispering his idea into Mark's ear, when the other servants stepped in.

"What's so interesting?" Alex asked. Ramon just watched the two suspiciously. Mark did fall out of his chair this time as they jumped away from each other. Sam tried to keep an innocent expression, trying not to laugh as Mark's deeply flushed face popped out from behind the tabletop.

"Nothing" the two replied quickly at the same time. Alex looked surprised.

"Yeah, that's not suspicious at all" Ramon commented with an eye roll as he joined the pair at the table. As Alex turned away to serve the lunch, Sam whispered to Mark:

"Could you be any more inconspicuous?"

"Sorry" Mark huffed but Sam just laughed at him silently.

"Since when have you two been acting like teenage girls?" Ramon teased, but he looked happy at the relaxed behavior. Sam just stuck his tongue out childishly, a smirk firmly in place. The breakfast went on without any disturbance.

"What did you think about the Mistress?" Alex asked when he and Sam were washing the dishes.

"She's really kind" Sam answered honestly. "I was so nervous to meet her, but she helped me relax so easily."

"Yes, she had to do it a couple of times" Alex remarked quietly. They remained silent for awhile then Sam spoke up:

"Can I talk to you? In private?"

"Of course" Alex replied instantly. "You know you can."

"But not now" Sam added timidly. "When everyone's asleep." Alex frowned at the odd request, but nodded. "Okay, meet me on the front porch at midnight." Another nod sealed the deal. Sam turned back to the dishes, smiling triumphantly out of Alex's sight. He was so excited he had to suppress the urge to do a happy dance.

And the best of all: tonight's going to have a clear sky and a full moon.

Sam was so excited about the evening that he couldn't sleep. Having enough with the tossing and turning in his bed, he decided to get a drink. However, as he sat up and saw two empty beds, his plan flew out the window and Sam quickly snuck out of the bedroom.

When he stepped out into the entrance hall, he already caught a glimpse of Alex in one of the windows as he was waiting for him, gazing upwards. Sam rushed to the window, careful not to be visible, and settled in for the show. He soundlessly turned the latch so he could open the window. Now, he heard the chirps of crickets clear as day. It must have been close to midnight; the moon was high up on the dark sky, its silver glow diminishing the glints of the stars.

"Hey" came Mark's voice from the steps. Alex jumped at the unexpected sound and snapped his head towards the young man. Mark was indeed standing at the front stairs, gazing at Alex with a gentle smile. To Sam's astonishment, Alex immediately blushed.

"Hey" he whispered shyly. "What are you doing here?"

"I couldn't sleep" Mark replied, walking next to Alex and turning his gaze towards the sky. "It's such a beautiful night." Sam smiled when Alex nodded, not even noticing the night, his eyes only for the young man next to him. When Mark glanced at him, Alex whipped his head around as if he was admiring the sky instead of the sight next to him. "And you? How come you're out here?"

"I was waiting for Sam" Sam felt a little guilty for setting Alex up, as he heard the worried tone of his friend. All in a good cause, he thought, trying to convince himself. "Looks like he overslept."

"At least he's fine enough that he can sleep" Mark replied with a hesitant shrug.

"Yes, thank God" Alex nodded, his shoulders relaxing visibly in relief.

"What are you doing?" Sam almost jumped out of his skin and through the window in fright, when he heard the whisper. He could just barely keep his cry in. Gasping for air, he looked behind him: the Mistress was standing right behind him.

"I-I'm sorry, miss" he whispered back. "I-I just wanted to make sure…"

"Is that Alex and Mark outside?" Mary whispered, cutting Sam's stuttering off. Sam turned back to the scene outside, as well.

"Yes, miss."

"Care to let me in on what's going on?" Mary questioned, watching the two servants curiously.

"I just wanted to help them, miss" Sam explained, not sure what reaction he would get.

"That's wonderful" Mary exclaimed, still whispering. "It was time. Mind if I join you?"

"Of course not, miss."

As the two settled in to watch the progressing events, Mark and Alex gazed at the sky above them.

"You know" Mark spoke up. Sam was holding his breath. "I don't want to sound mushy, but… I know something much more beautiful than this night."

"Really?" Alex was genuinely interested now. "What's that?"

Mark turned fully towards the smaller man and smiled at the glittering azures looking up at him. There wasn't too much of a height difference between them, but it was exceptionally great as they gazed at each other.

"It's you."

The silent confession was followed by the stillness of surprise then Alex blushed even deeper and looked away with a shy smile. He startled as arms wrapped around his waist, and he snapped his head up when he was pulled closer.

"Wh-Wh-What are you d-doing?" he spluttered, laying his hands onto Mark's chest.

"What I wanted for a long time now" Mark whispered softly. He carefully leaned closer and when he met no resistance, he pressed his lips onto Alex's thin ones. The touch of those rosy lips was like heaven for him; he closed his eyes to savor every millimeter of it. When one of Alex's hands slipped up to cup his cheek, he knew he was treading on the right path. He pulled back enough to lean his head to the other side then returned to the newfound ambrosia with such gentleness, he had to tighten his hold on Alex's waist.

Alex pressed back shyly, answering that long-awaited kiss as much as he could with his brain melted from the love radiating from this wonderful young man. He moved his lips, sucking slightly on Mark's lower lip. Mark instantly opened up in invitation and the next moment their tongues mapped out each other with loving caresses. He never would've thought that kissing could come so naturally for him, since it was his first ever. His thoughts evaporated, though, as Mark hugged him even tighter and their kiss deepened.

Sam pumped his fist behind the Mistress, smiling so hard he felt like his mouth would rip. He could never have been more satisfied: his plan worked without a hitch.

"Good job, Sam" Mary said. She was smiling, too.

"Thank you, miss."

"But now you should get back to bed. And so do I."

"Yes, miss. Goodnight, miss."

"Goodnight, Sam. Sleep well."

With that they parted ways, Mary walking up the stairs to her room, while Sam snuck back into the servants' bedroom. Ramon was still asleep. As he got into bed, he smiled at the thought of a happy couple in this house. He fell into his dream with happiness towards his friends and newly growing hope for the future he wished for.

The next morning Sam was awoken by a hand shaking his shoulder. When he looked up he saw Ramon leaning above him.

"I knew you were planning something" he whispered. As Sam raised an eyebrow, the man nodded towards a bed. Sam sat up and glanced that way – and his jaw dropped from shock.

Alex and Mark were sleeping in one bed in complete peace. They weren't tangled with each other, but more like sleeping next to one another. The only clue of the previous night was the two turned towards each other and the hand-holding, fingers entwined.

Sam felt proud of himself as he watched the pair. He was overjoyed that his friends have found each other and now they can be happy for the rest of their lives. As he observed them, though, his mind automatically replaced the two with himself and… Dean… He sighed a bit dreamily, but mostly in sadness. It was such a fulfilling sight as he pictured it that it was almost unbearable, knowing he couldn't have it.

But, he had to cheer up, at least for the sake of Alex and Mark. He didn't want to ruin their loving moments with his gloomy mood this day.

"Let's give them some time to rest" Ramon murmured, not wanting to disturb the pair's dreams. Sam nodded and followed Ramon out to take a quick shower. Just as he turned back for a last glance, he caught Alex moving in his sleep, unconsciously slipping closer to Mark. In response, Mark shifted closer, as well, and an arm draped around Alex's waist. The two young men were still in a deep sleep.

Sam smiled all the way through his shower and sitting down at the kitchen table.

"And what about breakfast?" he asked, still a little sleepy from going to bed so late.

"We always have a secret stash for 'emergency'" Ramon explained with a smile. "In case Alex gets sick or something." With that he pulled out a box of cereals from the cupboard with two bowls and spoons. Sam's eyes widened when he saw the box.

"Lucky Charms?" he spoke out loud in shock.

"Yeah, the Master likes the stuff" Ramon said, his voice a little muffled as he reached for the milk in the refrigerator. "It's getting a bit harder to find, though."

Sam felt his heart swell with the cavalcade of emotions hearing that. Lucky Charms was Dean's favorite? "It's my favorite, too" he whispered. All of a sudden, a memory slipped forward in his mind when he was a small child, still living at their mansion. He'd been slurping at the cereal and milk, a big spoon in his hand. It was a little difficult to remember, because his mom had been alive that time and she died when Sam was four, almost five.

'When I's gonna fin' my bestestest fwend, wike you an' Daddy, we's gonna eat Wucky Shaams evvy day.'

He always remembered the heartfelt laugh of his mother at his statement and he cherished that moment, that memory all throughout his life, especially after… He swallowed, but his throat tightened when he remembered his mother's response.

'And what if they don't like Lucky Charms?'

'My bestestest fwend gonna on'y wike Wucky Shaams! I's not fwend dem if dey not.'

"Sam, you alright?" Ramon's gentle voice broke through his memories. When Sam looked up he saw the man sitting next to him, a worried expression on his face. Sam must've zoned out for quite a while.

"I'm fine" he smiled sadly. "Just… nostalgic."

"Well, you should eat" Ramon clapped his shoulder then grabbed a bowl. Sam did the same and soon they were crunching merrily on the cereal.

"Mornin'" came a sleepy voice from the kitchen door. As the two servants looked up, they met with a sleepy, rumpled-clothed Dean. "Alex?"

"He had a busy night" Ramon replied with a smile, since Sam was busy hiding his adoring smile behind his spoon. "I let him and Mark sleep in." During his answer, Dean hunted down the coffee maker and poured himself a fresh cup. The moment he swallowed the first sip, he was alert enough to exclaim:

"Ooh, Lucky Charms!"

Getting a bowl and spoon, Dean plopped down into the chair right next to Sam and poured an extreme amount of cereal and flooded it with milk until it almost overflowed. Sam blushed at the childishly cute scene but he returned to his own breakfast. He choked on his spoonful when Dean moaned out loud in pleasure.

"I'm telling ya'" Dean said to Ramon, "I'm only gonna marry someone who loves Lucky Charms."

Sam snotted milk out of his nose, but it had nothing to do with Ramon's meaningful smirk towards the boy at the exclamation. No way! Honestly!

TBC

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