Notes: Some more plot, and serenity is playing on TV right now. Kinda distracted as I write the next chapter...

ship. me: You are so right...I should totally be getting quarters for each time. I'll be rich! :D

Disclaimer: Obviously I'm just too awesome, and if I owned this then the universe would implode. My awesome levels are just too damn high.

CHAPTER 10

He could only stand and watch in awe as Haymer held his 'wife' close to him, tears streaming down his joyful face. The whole scene would have been rather touching if Dean didn't know what he did; that Bela was a lying, cheating whore, and that this crying man was actually a no good Garrison murderer…He could see her face though, over her hubby's shoulder where she was looking rather vexed. Well, of course she would be. The latest car to her train of husbands had just interrupted their heist. She had to be pissed about that.

"Oh, my dear…" he sobbed into her shoulder and Dean rolled his eyes, but what he was really seeing were his chances as getting his pay day flying down the chute at this oh so happy reunion. Once he caught Bela's eye, he mimed hitting the guy, but she shook her head slightly while mouthing "no" at the Captain.

Still in his blissful unawareness, Haymer held her tight, the hug getting to that really awkward amount of time for others in the room, "Oh, my sweet, sweet Yolanda…"

That got Dean's attention and he mouthed an incredulous "Yolanda?" back at Bela, his face breaking out a smile in cruel amusement. Of course she scowled at him and slowly eased Haymer back, keeping him at arms length with her hands still placed on his chest. He didn't even notice the intentional distance since he was still too lost in his happy land.

"I thought I would never see you again!" he cheered, finally trying to fight off the welling emotions and get hold of himself before turning to address Dean at last, "Forgive me, sir. I don't mean to make a show," he apologized to Dean who had just straightened up and schooled his features as soon as the rich man had turned around.

Dean waved it off awkwardly, "Oh, uh, please it's fine. I'm the one intruding…"

"Not at all! I owe you a great debt of thanks!"

Dean shuffled his feat and tried his best to smile instead of grimace, "Just giving the lady a lift…" As if he would actually call her a 'lady' in real life. There were far more choice words that he would like to use for her.

Now the guy approached Dean, and even the Captain stepping back a few feet didn't stop the guy from giving him a quick and very thorough hug, "You did so much more than that! You returned to me the only thing I truly treasure!"

As the guy squeezed his ribs a bit too tightly, Dean choked out a reply, "Well, uh, then this day I'll feel real good to be me then…"

Without breaking the embrace, Haymer looked up into Dean's face, "Do I owe you any-?"

"No! Nope, trip wasn't even out of our way…but uh, you could maybe give me some, uh, space?"

Finally Haymer backed up, but he didn't seem the least bit offended and Bela slowly made her way up to his side to whisper in his ear loud enough for Dean to hear, "I promised him 800 platinum."

Dean was about to protest, but Haymer beat him to it seeing Dean's surprised reaction, "Please, sir! I'd be embarrassed not to make some recompense. I'll get something in my study…I…Are you hungry? You both look so tired, there's food, or…Yolanda, I'm babbling like a moon brain…" he said sheepishly, slightly out of breath. Again Dean was half tempted to feel sorry for the fool, but images of a burning house made his face harden.

Bela noticed and decided to hurry things along before the Captain changed his mind and went after their 'host', "Hush, Durran. We'll both have plenty to say by daybreak," she whispered, a delicate finger pressed to his lips.

"Six years…From the day we found your shuttle…" he whimpered.

She ran her hands through his hair, keeping his gaze away from the Captain, "They set me at Parth, these awful men," she started.

Haymer turned his horrified and questioning attention to Dean who shook his head frantically, "That wasn't me though. I don't know those men…promise."

Bela continued as if Dean had not spoken, "They said they wanted ransom, but they…they sold me to slavers…"

"Also unknown to me!" chirped Dean as Haymer turned once again.

Finally a look of utter shame fell upon the man's features, "At first I thought…well, you disappeared the same day as Heinrich…"

"Heinrich?" Dean asked, now raising an eyebrow at Bela.

"The security programmer. He was young…and I saw them talking and I thought…but after they found his body…"

Dean's eyes bugged and glared at Bela, but Haymer was too stupid and too lost in his bliss to put the pieces together.

"I never stopped looking for you, Yolanda," he said, trying to move in for another hug, and this time she let him.

"I knew you wouldn't. That's the thought that kept me alive," she answered, tears welling up in her eyes. Now the whole scene was just plain nauseating as they moved in for a passionate kiss that of course involved Dean watching a murdering whore, and a murdering Garrison whore lock lips.

Trying not to think of what he would like to do to the both of them, Dean chose to look anything but pissed off. So he checked his nails, looked at the art…the floor…until finally they broke apart.

"We have so much time to make-up," Haymer said, voice full of passion and unbridled lust that set Dean's stomach churning.

"Well, that's my cue to skedaddle…" and he started to leave the room only to be called after by Haymer.

"Oh, let me get your money!"he turned back to Bela, grasping her hands in his, "You won't disappear again?" he asked hopefully.

"Never," she whispered back with the same amount of passion in her voice, making the whole thing seem like one of the day time televid programs that he and Cas watched some times.

Finally he left the room, and the two sprang back into action, digging out the tools and ripping the panel face free to get at the alarm controls.

"Hurry up, we've got to move fast!" she urged.

"Yeah, he might come back and try to hug us again," Dean responded dryly, then ripped out the first wire.

Sam and Bobby stood together on a ladder as they struggled to lower the dead weight of the unconscious Meg into the ship as Chuck finally rolled her back to the open hatch. At the bottom of the ladder was Gabriel.

Using the tether as a guide, they started to lower her down to where the pilot was waiting, "Gabe? Gabe, you got her?" Sam called down as he and Bobby moved to start helping Chuck through the hatch.

Tilting his head, he looked to where Meg was still dangling from her harness and the nice five foot drop under her. He glanced up at Sam to make sure that he wasn't looking, "Yeah, Sammy. I got her." And on his cue, Bobby cut the tether, letting Meg fall straight onto the floor instead of into Gabriel's arms. He watched with satisfaction as she landed with a hard thud on the floor.

"Gabe? I heard a thud. You okay?" Sam asked, unable to turn around as he continued to try and juggle Chuck down.

"Just her massive ego hitting the floor…and her ass," he whispered the last part so that the others couldn't hear. He moved her limbs with his foot to arrange her so that when the other three finally stepped off the ladder, it looked as if he had actually lowered her there gently.

All of them panting, they looked down at her, "Well…looks like you got yourself a patient, Gabriel," Bobby mumbled, lightly nudging the fallen crew member with the toe of his boot.

The pilot nodded, his face clouded with a subtle darkness that only Sam picked up on, making him frown.

Bobby left, taking Chuck with him while Sam and Gabriel stood over Meg.

"Uh, Gabe? You okay, man?" Sam prodded.

He may have been good at hiding emotion, but Sam could still pick up the dark glint in his eye even under the trickster's mask.

"Oh, I'm fine Sam. Just help me move her to the infirmary and I'll take care of it later," he said calmly, and he moved to grab her legs.

Wincing, Dean stuck a second finger into his mouth as he cut his finger in his frantic and speedy work on the alarm controls.

"Can't…fucking…believe you…" he growled around the fingers blocking his tonque.

Bela rolled her eyes, "You don't know him. He's everything I said he was. You shouldn't be feeling bad for the bastard," she reminded him as he let out another string of curses.

"Oh, I haven't forgotten that he's a killer of men, how he eats up babies….destroys families…I hate him plenty. What I'm actually pissed about, Yolanda, is you thinking it's okay to sneak into a place that you could walk into as welcome as can be and go through this whole song and dance with us? I mean, why the fuck drag us into this? Where's the math on that?"

"The math is you not adding up that Durran Haymer would as soon cut your throat as—"

Dean half turned around while still digging through the wires, "No. That isn't it at all. You would have knocked him on the brain, if that was the case. For whatever reason, you don't want him knowing the truth. Unlike all the…I'm going to go with hundreds…of men you've married, you actually want this one to think well of you after you've gone," he ranted.

He tried his best not to think about how this might relate to something else that was going on…

With a bright flash, the force field around the gun flickered and disappeared and Dean was able to reach in and easily grab The Mexican. He lifted it up to show her with a bright shit eating grin. But then another light flicked on in his head.

"…Wait…My god, could it be that…I've just met your real husband?" he chuckled as realization dawned.

Bela's calm persona melted away into steam that came out her ears and she backed up to her flower arrangement and whipped out a gun to point at Dean's head, "Congratulations, anything else you want on your tombstone, you piece of crap!"

"Now I'm intruding."

They both turned to see the arrival of Haymer back into the room, prompting Bela to lower the gun, seemingly genuinely upset that Haymer had caught them.

"Durran…This isn't what it looks like…" she offered weakly, not at all the frantic plea that Dean had heard with Monty. This time is was truly desperate.

"Unless it looks like we're stealing your priceless Mexican… 'cause that's exactly what we're doing. Don't ask me about the gun she's holding, cause that's new," Dean said defensively, not about to help Bela out after she pulled the gun. As he spoke the Captain moved elegantly past Haymer and dropped the Mexican into the trash chute just outside the door and hit the button as the hidden monster of a man stood stock still, staring at Bela.

"Well. I appreciate your honsesty…not, you know, a lot, but—"

Bela broke in, "Durran, you don't know what he's forced me to do," she tried, but Haymer held up his hand, his expression finally cracking the mask and showing the hidden rage beneath.

"Stop. Yolanda…you best stop there."

The sadness in his voice was terrible, and the frantic misery in hers was equally as deep, "Durran…don't look at me like that," she cried and moved up close to him…

…only to whip the gun in her hand across his temple sending him sprawling to the ground.

'I said don't look at me like that!" she shrieked, the butt of the weapon still held high over his head as Dean watched in muted horror.

Crazy bitch…