Notes: Hello all! So this was the episode where I decided to change the hints of Sabriel into legit sabriel. I had only had light touches and sweet conversations, and a little bit of flirting until now, but this drives it home that they are in fact a couple. Sooo….enjoy.
Disclaimer: Nope, still not mine. But it's still on my list for Christmas.
CHAPTER 5
Returning to the ship, Meg filled everyone in on what had transpired. Gabriel and Balthazar looked panicked at first and it took Bobby, Sam and Chuck to keep them from running to the party to "rescue" their brother.
"Dude, I thought you said that Castiel should be spreading his wings or whatever." Sam said to Gabriel after they had manhandled him and Balthazar into the dining area.
The pilot heaved a big sigh and rubbed his hands over his face. "I know I did. I just kinda thought that we would take it slow. Quick outing here, and walk around a park there….Not take him to a rutting Gala!"
"Yeah, I don't know what Dean was thinking with that, but I'm sure he's looking out for him." Sam comforted.
"That's it, I'm going." And Balthazar stood up for the eighth time in ten minutes to leave, but was slammed back down by Bobby.
"You just stay where you are, ya idjit. Running into a fancy party and drawing attention to yourself and Castiel will only do harm. Dean won't let anything bad happen to him, and Anna is there too and she will also be there to look out for trouble." He said gruffly and slid a tumbler of whiskey at the two Novaks, a clear sign that they should relax.
Both of them downed their glasses in one go. Gabriel sat back in his seat staring at the ceiling while Balthazar buried his face in his hands. Sam couldn't help but think that they looked just like Dean when Sam was out on his own. More amusingly they looked like worried parents who let their teenage daughter go on her first date with the school's bad boy.
"You guys are just jealous that Crazy Cakes got to go to a party and you have to stay here with these jokers, "Meg indicated the rest of the crew.
"That too!" Came the muffled response from Balthazar.
Sam heaved a sigh and looked to Bobby who only shrugged. Sam was just desperate enough that he even looked to Meg and Chuck for support. Chuck shook his head, but Meg smirked and reached in her pocket…and pulled out a deck of cards.
"How about we play for next week's dishes, boys?" She asked.
Bobby, Chuck and Balthazar all agreed to play. Sam declined and moved over to whisper into Gabriel's ear. All Chuck could make out from the low tones was the word, "Tango". And he stopped trying to hear anymore. Not a second later Gabriel was following Sam out of the dining area, heading towards the crew quarters.
"You all right boy? You look a little flushed?" Bobby asked the mechanic. Chuck turned even more red and stuttered terribly for the next minute.
An hour later Sam and Gabriel were bathing in the after-glow of their "tango" dancing. Both are exhausted, but deliriously happy breathing heavy and sweaty all over. Sam never understood his relationship with Gabriel, but for whatever reason Gabe made him happy.
Sam turns to his bedmate and raises an eyebrow, "Still feel like running off?"
Gabriel made a face like he was considering it, "Seems like out there it's all fancy parties. I like our party better. The dress code is easier and I know all the steps."
Sam laughs softly and closes his eyes, "Who knew you could tango like that?"
Gabriel takes notice of Sam's closing eyes and immediately reacts, "Don't fall asleep now. Sleepiness is weakness of character, ask anyone!" He starts tugging on Sam's long hair spread out on the pillow. Sam laughs and turns over, pulling his hair free from the abuse.
"G'night Gabe."
"No, no, no. You're acting captain. You know what happens if you fall asleep?!" Gabe's voice becomes more insistent.
" Meg slits my throat and takes over the ship?" Sam mutters sleepily, still turned the other way.
Gabe nods eagerly, "Yes, that's right!"
Sam doesn't turn over still, "And I'm guessing that there is no way to stop her from doing that?"
Gabriel readjusts his angle on the bed so that he's half leaning over Sam's large frame. Sam catches his helpless expression out of the corner of his eye. "I wash my hands of it. Hopeless case. I'll read a nice poem at the funeral. That is if Dean doesn't shank me for letting his precious little brother get killed."
Sam sighed and turned part way to look at Gabe with one open eye, "You could always lock the door and keep the power-hungry knife-wielding psychotic bitch at bay you know."
The pilot shrugs, now seeming unconcerned. "Hmm, I don't know. I'm starting to like this poetry thing… Here lies my sweet Sammy Samsqautch, my Magnanimous Moose, somewhat less tall since we had to cut him in half to fit him in the coffin…"
He is silenced with a pillow hitting him in the face and Sam grabbing the front of his shirt to pull him down.
Back at the party, Castiel is still prancing around the giant pot of flowers talking to each one. Every once in a while he glances behind him at the dancers.
"Look at them. Aren't they something? Like butterflies or little pieces of wrapping paper, blowing around…Don't you agree?" He asks a particularly friendly daffodil. A group of young men and women are nearby and seem to have overheard his conversation. Their faces looked clouded with confusion. Obviously they couldn't speak Plantanese, thought Cas. He thought he would try to be friendly to them.
"Hello!" He said, perhaps a bit too loudly as they all flinched.
One female, who had the same behavior of a queen bee looks at him in surprise.
"I'm sorry, have we been introduced?" She asks looking confused. Castiel remembers how human greetings are supposed to go and reaches out to grab and shake her hand enthusiastically.
"I am Cas…Cas Winchester!" Perhaps he's still talking too loudly he thinks as she flinches again.
But she answers with a slight nod, "I'm Gwen, and this is Mark, Johnny and Christian. We are from the Campbell family." She said the name like Cas should react to it somehow, but he just continued to smile. After an awkward pause, Cas tries again.
"Are you enjoying the moving flowers? Each one of them dressed so fancy. And there are some particularly nice ones by the archway…" The queen bee cut him off.
"They're not as good as last years." She stated sounding disappointed, but that intrigued Cas.
"Really?! What did they have last year?" He asked eagerly.
The man introduced as Christian snorted, "Standards." And the rest of them laughed at the comment. Cas didn't see what was funny, but smiled anyway. He thought that these flowers were some of the kindest ones that he had ever had the pleasure of meeting. He was about to introduce the queen be and her drones to some of the daffodils when she spoke again.
"Who did your tie, Cas?" She asked sounding interested.
Cas smiled fondly at the memory of who had tied it, "Oh, do you like it? Dean did it…"
Her other drone, Mark cut in, "You ought to see your butler about that, then."
"Shah muh?" Cas asked confused. He didn't have butlers anymore that he could remember. (What?)
"Your butler. He's not very good. He put it on backwards for one." She informed him. Cas looked down to look at the tie that Dean had put on for him, it looked fine to him. The Campbells all started to laugh again.
An elderly man walks up behind them with a kindly older looking woman on his arm.
"Why, if it isn't the Campbells. Don't you all look wonderful this fine evening." He greeted. All of the Campbells preened under the compliment, not bee behavior at all, thought Cas.
The older fellow continued, "And what a fine dress you are wearing, Gwen. It must have taken a dozen slaves a dozen days to just get you into that get-up. But of course your grandfather tells me that it takes the space of a schollboy's wink to get you out again."
Each of them looks mortified at the man's comment and walked off quickly shooting angry glances Castiel's way. Cas was too busy giggling at the man's joke.
"Forgive my husband's rudeness, Deary. We can just not abide useless people." The kindly old lady said to him.
Cas only smiled at her, "I'm afraid that the bees have not been very friendly today, but did you get a chance to meet the flowers? "
"Ah, there he is." Dean finally caught sight of his quarry and started maneuvering his way through the mass of people to catch up. He was indeed wearing a red sash. He looks upper-crust, and holds an air of confidence that Dean immediately pick up on.
Harrow notices Dean's approach and looks like he's steeling himself for something.
"Good evening, sir. But would you be Mr. Warrick Harrow?" Dean inquired.
The man rolls his eyes at Dean, "Sir Warrick Harrow. The sash." He corrects the Captain. Dean clears his throat awkwardly.
"Yes, the sash…"He wasn't sure where this guy was going with the sash comment….
Harrow rolls his eyes again, "It indicates lordhood." He informed Dean. Dean nodded eagerly, now finally understanding.
"Right, yes. And it's…it's doing a great job, Sir Harrow." But Harrow seems to be ignoring Dean and starts to walk away, trying to politely dismiss Dean, but the Captain wouldn't be brushed off so easily. He could charm anyone given enough time.
"Sir, my name is Dean Winchester. I captain the ship the Impala. I mention this because I have been led to understand you want to move some property off-world…discreetly." He said, pausing to find a fitting word. Dean glances around looking to make sure that not too many ears were listening in. His eyes catch sight of Castiel off to the side of the room. He seems to be talking with an older looking couple by the flowers. The couple look like they are laughing, but in a friendly grandparents laughing at a silly grandchild kind of laughter, so Dean feels okay leaving him alone for a little longer.
Harrow is taking a closer look at Dean, and looked less than impressed with what he sees.
"You're mistaken, sir. I am an honest man." He says dismissively to Dean.
Dean pushes more, "Seems to me, there is nothing wrong or dishonest about getting your goods to people that need them."
"You're concerned about the poor. And yet, for what you're offering, you'd want money, I imagine." Harrow points out.
"Well sir, I think you'll find that working with me is giving to the poor." Dean said politely. Harrow finally turns fully to face Dean.
"And whom is it you represent?" He asks impatiently. Dean grimaces before answering.
"Um, represent isn't exactly…"
"Don't waste my time, " Harrow said testily interrupting Dean.
Dean looks at him and locks eyes, "Guy by the name Crowley."
Harrow knows the name obviously and shakes his head and smiles ruefully, "I know him. And I think he's a psychotic lowlife."
It's Dean's turn to smile ruefully, "And I think calling him that is an offense to the psychotic lowlife community. But I know the deal is solid…." He was startled at the touch of his arm from behind. He turns quickly, expecting to find Cas with two guards ready to escort them off the premises, but instead he sees Anna and her….date.
Dean is about to great her when the date, Zachariah, Dean remembers, steps forward to shake Harrows hand.
"Sir Harrow. I know you from the club, I believe. So sorry to interrupt."
Harrow only nods coolly. Dean takes note, thinking that maybe Harrow knows something about this Zachariah that Anna and Dean don't. An awkward pause occurs when Harrow doesn't reach forward, and Anna steps forward with her training to move the conversation on to less chilly waters.
"Captain, this is Zacharia Green. Zacharia, Captain Dean Winchester of the Impala." Dean moves to shake his hand, and he seems to hesitate for a moment before daintily shaking Dean's hand as if it was a used hanky. They size each other up.
"Pleased to meet'cha, I'm sure. Anna, fancy meeting you here!"
She gave Dean an unamused look, "Yes, real surprise. And I see you brought someone with you?" She glanced Castiel's way where another couple had joined Cas and his friends at the flower pot.
"Yeah, poor kid didn't want to stay home alone so I brought him along. Seems to be doing okay, but feel free to go say hi to him," Dean hinted at her. Cas seemed to be doing okay, but he would feel a hundred times better if he knew Cas was being taken care of. Zachariah and Harrow seemed to pick up on Dean and Anna's exchange and were trying to get a closer look at the man who they spoke about.
Dean quickly drew they're attention back to them, "Hey! How about that floating chandelier!?"
The two other men glance up and Dean takes the chance to gesture to Anna showing that he would like to talk to her alone, and she nods back and smiles.
"Captain Winchester, I wonder if you would do me the honor of a dance, that is if it is alright with you Zachariah?" She says sweetly and rubs her hand up and down his arm. Zachariah seems to hesitate in his answer, but he can't seem to find a way out.
"Of course." And Dean and Anna move off to the dance floor.
Harrow huffs in amusement, "You just let them go? You must be a brave man."
"She knows where her responsibility lies." He says, sounding far too sure of himself. Harrow scowls at that, disliking the man even more.
Wooo! Another chapter down! And I just started the first chapter of the holiday sub-episode today. I'll be writing it along side this one so that I can keep updating it regularly for those who aren't interested in the holiday fic.