Notes: Another chapter of action and plot! Woot woot!

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CHAPTER 9

Day of the Heist

They scurried along the hallway, still keeping an air of 'party is in an hour' rush to their steps so as to not cause any alarm. Dean could feel the flowers dusting him with pollen as they moved along, shaking the plants in the pot. With his luck he'd probably be sneezing for the next week after this to clear out his nostrils.

Cas would probably striking up some philosophical conversation with the mums right now, complimenting them on their petals like a normal person would comment on another's hair.

Suddenly Bela held up her hand for them to stop, and not ten feet in front of them a housekeeper walked into sight from an adjacent hallway pushing along a trash barrel. She didn't seem to notice them and continued to walk in the opposite direction.

The two bandits exchanged glances and turned to follow her keeping a safe distance from her and keeping their footsteps soft. They all moved a bit down the long and decorated hallway, Dean glancing at the paintings and vases that lined them, wondering if he could nab a few more of these on their way out. They had to be worth something. Maybe he could sell one or two to pay for a bunch of damned pollen chucking, obnoxious smelling, blindingly colorful fucking flowers for Cas. That would show him.

The housekeeper paused at a panel at the end of one passageway, and both Bela and Dean threw themselves flat against the wall doing their best to keep hidden. But all it really did was make Dean feel like a complete moron. As if two people standing against a wall would count as hidden. They might as well have put the flower pots on the ground in the center of the hallway and hid behind the bouquets. It probably would have served as a much better disquise.

Embarrassment aside, they watched as the maid pushed a few random buttons that triggered open the panel in the wall, revealing a dark trash shoot that she quickly tossed the trash she was pushing into.

Impala: Planning Session

"Did I miss something, or is Dean's blue eyed wonder not the only crazy person on this boat? Why the hell am I stealing a gun to just toss it into the trash?" Bela hissed at Dean, clearly upset that she had invested so much hope in this crew just to have the preacher plan to throw it away like an old banana peel.

Bobby grunted at her and crossed his arms over his chest in a defensive manner, "Lady, you came to us because you had no idea how to do this. And I'm helping your skinny ass by offering a damned good way to get you your goods. Now if you would shut up and let the professionals do their work…" he raised his bushy eyebrows at her and both Sam and Dean had to hide tumbling laughter behind smirks.

Damn, but they had become fond of the old man since they picked up his cranky crusty ass back on Persephone. Neither was willing just yet to admit out loud how having Bobby around was a lot like having the dad they always wanted. His reluctant concern and fondness for them, his ability to slap them upside the head and call them 'idjits' and somehow make it seem like he was giving them a hug and calling them 'darling', and of course, that crotchety attitude that went along with his general personality…but damn, they liked Bobby.

They both got a nice thrill at Bobby basically admitting that he was a part of the criminal group, a master mind in his own right. They knew the preacher had some issues with feeling useless, but right now the Sheppard was in his element...well, sort of. It seemed that he was leaving his 'padre' days behind him for now.

And the old man would be damned before he let the little witch doubt his brilliance.

When Bela finally rolled her eyes and gestured for Bobby to continue, he did so with a snide tone that got Gabriel smirking as well, "All you got to do once you get the damn thing, is toss it down a chute, hit one little button, and it will summon a drone over to that specific trash panel and the gun will be emptied into it. Drone then whooshes off with the trash."

Bela impatiently tapped her fingers on her arm where they were crossed over her chest, "Brilliant," she said, but her voice told them all that she was far from impressed yet.

"Well, gee. Thanks," Bobby grunted back.

"Oh, except it's idiotic! Those drones take the disposal bins straight to reclamation. Thirty seconds after we hit the button, the booty will get incinerated! I hate to tell you this preacher, but my buyers ain't looking for a pile of ash!" Bela snarled. And here she thought this crew was smart…

But Bobby of course snorted and gave her a look that made her feel like the kid in class who just asked if a cantaloupe was a type of animal.

"It ain't gonna be a problem if we reprogram the bin. Give it new coordinates and it delivers it somewhere else instead of getting turned to dust. That work for you, honey?" he asked with dripping sweetness that made the others in the room cringe.

Bela sneered at him, "And where would this 'somewhere else' be?" she asked dryly, her eyes flicking to Dean but Sam was the one to bounce in.

"It'll be the loneliest piece of dirt that Gabe and me could find," he pulled up the schematics of the small and lonely island on the planet, "This here is Isis Island. Not a single person lives there, goes there, or even thinks about going there. It's damned hot and dirty, something rich folk don't take to very well. So we just have the drone dump the bin, we show up later to claim the goods and…" he glances over at Gabriel who gushed loudly and clapped his hands.

"And then we're all back together again on the loneliest place on the planet. How romantic!" the pilot swooned and bumped his head into Sam's shoulder affectionately, of course making everyone else in the room roll their eyes.

Bela seemed to finally start warming up to the idea and nodded along with the train of thought, "Okay, okay. So we do this…how do you plan on getting the bin to reprogram it?" she asked seriously.

Bobby glanced over at their nervous mechanic, "You just get the loot, and we'll get to the bin."

Day of the Heist

It was like that damned train heist all over again, only this time Chuck was tethered along with Meg to the outside of the ship getting buffeted and whipped by the strong winds. He would loved to have said that he wasn't paid enough for all of this, but he really wasn't being paid at all right now, so…what the hell was he doing out here dangling off the side of a ship? He swallowed back the bile that rose in his throat and turned his attention to the approaching drone that was heading straight for the agreed upon chute.

He watched as the drone glided under the dumpster and attach it's forklift claws to clamp onto the dumpster with a loud metallic klang that made him flinch. The dumpster shuddered with the impact and then detaches from the structure and the drone whisks it away as another new and empty dumpster drops into place.

That was their baby right there.

Chuck motioned to Meg to make the call, and she right away clicked her radio on and shouted to where Sam and Gabriel were in the control room, "It's here. Move in now!"

Slowly so that they didn't buffet their outdoor passengers, Gabriel and Sam maneuvered the ship up and under the new dumpster. Both of them were immensely grateful that this time around they only had the wind to worry about, not a moving train to factor into the equation. The islands might be floating, but at least they were stationary.

Checking that his and Meg's goggles were on tight, that his hat was tied on under his neck, and of course triple checking that his harness and the cable were properly latched, he carefully crawled up the hull of the Impala and under the dumpster.

Only once he had set eyes upon the settings panel did he remove the gloves that he was wearing, exposing his fingers to the biting wind and cold. He turned to Meg and flexed his fingers to signal that he was ready.

Nodding back, Meg pulled over the tool kit that was tethered next to her and crawled over to him with it. She gave him the tools and then braced her arm over him to keep them both as still as possible while his hands were occupied.

Once again she clicked her radio, "Okay, we're planted. Keep it steady or you'll squash us and I'll have to squash you," she yelled over the wind.

Back in the control room, Gabriel was white knuckling it as he did his best to keep control of the ship as the wind picked up, Sam keeping an eye on the radar screen updating him on their distance from the dumpster.

"As if you could, honey...as if you could," Gabriel muttered darkly under his breath. Sam didn't hear.

Chuck popped open the tool kit and pulls out his favorite electric screwdriver and slowly gets to his knees with great care and balance, reaching slowly for the settings panel on the side of the trash bin. The wind was doing its best to make this whole operation incredibly precarious as he started off by removing the face off of the panel.

He knew he didn't have long to work though and hurried to finish up fast.

She watched as Dean once again took lead down the corridor once they had passed by the maid who so conveniently showed them the trash chute and the codes to operate it. Bela didn't mind letting him take the front in this, after all…she got a wonderful eyeful of his ass as they moved along. Dean wasn't the only one who could day dream while on a heist.

They came up to a four way dissection of hallways that finally made Dean pause and turn back to his companion, "Okay, which way now?" he asked impatiently. This place was so fucking big. Even if you lived here it would need to have something like a mall directory at every cross section. Who the hell wanted to feel lost in their own house?

She trotted down to him and pulled out a palm tablet device that held the house's blueprints, "Looks like we go left," she said, her eyes not really looking at the map in her hands but instead roaming over the walls. It was odd, but Dean didn't take much mind of it at the moment. There were more pressing matters at hand.

Finally prying free the face of the panel, Chuck set about removing the innards of the small opening, pulling out the motherboard and settling on himself cross legged on the hull of the ship with it in his lap.

Pulling out his welding tools, he started fiddling with the coordinates while Meg watched on.

They followed the many turns and bends in the corridors until it finally led them to an open door that led into a larger room. It was like some grand parlor or mini museum that was decked out with old looking stuff. Or at least it would just look like a bunch of old stuff to an untrained eye, but to those with a no-how, this room was basically a treasure trove. The room simply defined opulence with its beautiful furnishings, expensive art on the walls, and of course the center pieces that stood on pedestals around the room.

Dean glanced around, noting how each and every item alone could feed his crew for a decade, or a small town for a year, "Shun-sheng duh gao-wahn…" he breathed. (Holy Testicle Tuesday)

The Earth-That-Was memorabilia, and at the very center of it all, stood on an ornate mantel of honor, was their gun. They moved up to it and gave it a quick once over. To Dean it looked like it was the clunky brick cell phones in the ancient museums compared to the more modern laser guns, but it held its own beauty in that it was once the most terrifying hand held weapon out on the field. It may be more like an odd looking kids toy now, but in its day, this thing could bring men to their knees crying.

Finally placing down their flower displays, they start going over the display.

Dean pulled out a small aerosol can and sprayed a bit of it around the gun, revealing the infa red sensors that surrounded the prize in a web of alarm. He glanced over at Bela who was fishing through her flower pot and finally pulling out a mini-tool kit that she handed to the Captain.

"Okay, Key Master. Do your stuff," and she stepped back to let Dean get to work.

With a shout of triumph that was lost on the wind, Chuck completed his modifications to the board and made to stand up, but his legs had become jelly in the last few minutes as he worked, the adrenaline leaving his knees with all of the strength of a bendy straw.

Meg, seeing his problem, growled and ripped the motherboard from his trembling fingers and stood up herself to place it back in its compartment. It was getting damned cold out here and she didn't want to be dangling on a string much longer. Bad things happened whenever she was tethered to this boat.

The was carefully moving the board back into its slot when the ship suddenly rose up a few inches, closing the distance between the bottom of the estate and Meg's head.

She clicked on her radio, "Gorramn it, you morons! Hold the damn ship steady!"

"Gabe, there's another burst of wind coming our way. Looks like the tides are changing and bringing in some weather with them," Sam reported frantically from the radar. With the gravity dampeners on the ship Sam wasn't actually able to feel any changes in movement that the ship made, but nonetheless, he still felt his stomach lurch when out the window he could see the ocean horizon bouncing a bit. He couldn't imagine how Chuck and Meg were handling it.

"Sorry," Gabriel hissed into his radio to Meg, not really meaning it , but his hands clenched even tighter on the nav stick, "Wind's being a bitch and I can't hold her much steadier than this."

Sam wanted nothing more than to go over to the pilot to offer comfort, but he had a job and he needed to keep an eye on the radar. He sent all of his strength through prayer to the pilot beside him, even though he knew it wouldn't do anything, but then Gabriel smiled.

"Thanks, Sam," he said.

Sam didn't ask what he meant.

As the Impala dipped ever so slightly, Meg finally got a bit more 'head room' and started going back to work while Chuck watched on, checking to make sure that she was doing things right.

That's when he noticed that she was reaching for one of the connecting wires and he panicked, "Meg! No! The dyne-ram's live!" he shouted, but Meg couldn't hear over the roar.

She glanced behind at the mechanic annoyed, "What?"

Chuck was really worried not because she had not taken her hand off of the connecting wire yet, "The dyne-ram! Don't touch it—"

She never got to hear what he said because at that moment, a paralyzing zap shot through her.

Chuck watched in horror as a large blue bolt of energy jumped out of the bin control innards, striking Meg in the chest and knocked her out. She fell and landed hard on the top of the Impala and started sliding down.

Instinctively Chuck grasped for the tether as Meg's body slides and rolls down, only holding on by the harness.

Chuck started yelling, "Meg! Wake up! Meg!"

Dean dug his small wrench into the panel side crease under The Mexican, getting ready to tear it off and get his hands on the alarm controls. Just as he was about to put his strength in, Bela gripped his arm tight, holding him back.

"What," he whispered to her, his paranoia sparking up and making him tense as he noticed her panicked expression.

"Someone's coming," she hissed back.

At that, Dean quickly pulled the wrench from the panel, hid his tools in the flower pot and was about to duck behind a curtain when their mark walked right through the fucking door and his eyes fell on the two criminals right away.

Haymer froze as he saw them, much like how Bela and Dean were also frozen in place at being caught. The master of the house looked from one to the other in shock.

He raised a trembling finger and pointed at Dean, "You…" he said, his voice shaking.

Dean was terrified, just plain scared. Never had he been caught so red handed before. This was damn embarrassing…

Haymer dropped his hand and his eyes filled with tears, much to Dean's confusion, "…You found her!" the rich man cheered and rushed up to where Bela stood stalk still, echoing tears in her eyes now that Dean turned to look at her.

He took her in his arms and started to sob into her shoulder and she hugged him back just as fiercely, "Oh, God, you've brought back my wife!" he shouted in joy.

And Dean just stood there in jaded awe.

"Are you freaking kidding me?"

Whoo! That was an intense chapter to write! So much went on! :P