Seven
The grounds of the fairy kingdom were turned into the beginnings of a lavish and wild party by the time Dean descended upon them from his room on the tree. Dean still felt overdressed, but that was just him. He wasn't used to wearing such nice clothes, but in a way it was nice. The shoes felt strange on his feet. They weren't too tight, but they were definitely snug. Dean adjusted the vest that went over his undershirt and found that there was a pocket on the inside. He tucked the dagger that the shop owner had given him into said pocket and made sure it was out of view. The last thing he needed was to startle any unsuspecting fairies and make them his enemy. Dean took one last look at the weapon and his head shot up when he heard a voice.
"I see that you're ready to join us Mr. Dean," a younger fairy girl approached him. "Right this way. The royal family is expecting you."
Dean highly doubted that included the brother of said royal family, but he didn't voice his suspicions aloud. He simply nodded and followed the fairy to the center of the festivities. When Dean came up to the center of the courtyard he couldn't help but stare at everyone and everything. There were ten long tables covered with white tablecloths with at least fifty wooden chairs in a place at them. At another long table there was a colorful array of food ranging from various meats and breads to berries and vegetables. There were champagne flutes full of various colored liquids that Dean felt as though he shouldn't drink. They'd probably turn him into a frog knowing fairies. Twinkling lights hung from tree branches and moved back and forth in the warm breeze. A small band was in the corner with instruments Dean had never seen before in his life, kick starting a group in the middle into laughter and dance. Dean chuckled and cracked a small smile at them.
"Well," Puck sat in the corner on a root that sufficed for the perfect seat. He was donning his outfit of choice. It looked quite similar to Dean's although his was all black minus a white undershirt and he wore the traditional makeup of the fairies. Eyeliner lined the underside of his eyes and made them pop against the darkness. "Looks like the man of the hour showed up after all, excellent."
He looked over at the fairy next to him who was giggling like a schoolgirl and sipping a blue juice from a champagne flute. Puck elbowed him in the side and he immediately shot up.
"Pay attention imbecile," Puck instructed. "I need you to keep an eye on my sister and our friend Dean. Make sure things don't get out of hand."
"But I am having so much fun boss," the half drunken fairy groaned and let out a small burp. "C'mon lighten up. Enjoy the party."
"I will not enjoy the party you bumbling imbecile," Puck grabbed his henchman by the collar and dragged him towards his face. "Not while my throne is at stake. So go, watch him carefully for I fear any trick he might play."
The drunken fairy was thrust to the ground floor, his drink with him, spilling into the dirt and the dirt absorbing it like it was its last drink. The drunken fairy's white collared shirt was stained with blue liquid and his glass lay a few feet from his hand.
"You know how naïve my sister can be," Puck smirked and reveled in his plan. "I will not make the same mistakes as she did. Go then, follow them, but not too closely. We don't want to draw suspicion now do we?"
"No my liege," the drunken fairy sobered up just enough to know to obey. He jumped to his feet and straightened his dress shirt. He tucked his vest back onto his body. He stopped only when Puck slid a dagger into his palm and looked around as if searching for wandering eyes before finally speaking to him.
"In case things get out of hand." Puck nodded with a sly smile and the drunken fairy swallowed hard before nodding himself and tucking the dagger into a hilt on his belt under his shirt. He bowed his head to Puck and started off into the crowd like a shadow passing through. Their little exchange had been unnoticed by everyone.
"Excellent." Puck said with a maniacal glint in his eye as he settled against the stone pillar that held up the half wall around the dance floor.
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Dean felt like he was in a movie. Not a cheesy one either, but the cheesiest of all cheesy ones. Somehow though, he lacked a sense of caring. Fae danced all around him. They were yelling out happy exaltations and he'd been handed numerous drinks throughout the time he'd been there. He currently was nursing a pink one which ultimately the results of drinking it scared him immensely, but he continued to. He had nothing else to do and Dean Winchester was helpless as to joining in the fun. His mind wasn't wired for much fun. What he saw next though, it made him stop in his tracks.
She was beautifully dressed, Lily was. She moved with pure grace and her long blonde hair billowed down her back like the most perfect waterfall Dean could dream up. Her pale skin gleamed like the moon above in the night sky and her eyes popped from behind her simple, but effective makeup. The dress she wore was something from a fairy tale. It was pure white and just plain simple with long flowing sleeves and it covered her toes and dragged behind her as she walked. It was simple like she was, yet she looked stunning once again. More stunning than the moment Dean and she had met. The fairy had drawn exquisite wing-like designs jutting away from her eyes with pale brown makeup. She wore a silver crown adorned with precious gems on it atop her head. Her parents' subjects fawned over her like she was a dainty flower in a meadow as she approached the dance floor. Dean was entranced. He mouth hung slightly open and he found a loss of breath was imminent.
"She is a beauty," a gravelly voice spoke up from beside him and Dean turned his gaze to the creature to his right. "Isn't she?"
"Yes," Dean's voice was soft like the breeze. They could've been one entity in that moment. Org stood beside him; he too was nursing a glass of the strange colored liquid that reminded Dean of Kool-Aid. "Yes she is."
"Enchanting is the princess," Org recited. "No such rose could compare. All who fall prey to her beauty must also fall into her heart."
"Poetic." Dean chuckled.
"I've got to have something going for myself," Org took a drink. "Can't just pretend to be loyal to an old hag my whole life can I?"
"I guess not." Dean replied, still eyeing the princess as she milled about, bowing at the other fae and greeting each and every one of them with a big smile.
"You give her so much hope," Org leaned over towards Dean's ear. "For her salvation from a mundane existence and all she's ever known. You're new. You're not of her kind. But if you were to tell her why you're really here then I fear it shall break her fragile heart."
Dean looked back at her in all of her beauty and she caught his gaze. Her smile widened and she waved at him before heading his way. Org sighed and Dean gulped. When she was before them she bowed and they returned the gesture.
"So glad you could make it Org," Lily smiled at him and then turned to Dean who was at a loss for words again. "And you Dean, I feared you weren't going to join us."
"Well," Dean tried to be as confident as possible. "I wouldn't have missed it for the world."
"Would you care to join me in a dance of my people?" Lily asked.
"I don't dance," Dean threw up his hands and Lily looked slightly disappointed. "But for you sweetheart, I think I'll make an exception."
"Splendid," Lily laughed excitedly. "And you Org won't you join us as well?"
"I'm afraid not my dear," the troll smiled and chuckled as he held up a hand to decline. "I'd much rather watch the excitement."
"Alright then," Lily nodded and held her hand out for Dean to take. He did. "Come on Dean!"
Dean was dragged away into the crowd by Lily without a glance back at his troll companion and Org sighed again this time more loudly.
"Heed my warning Dean," Org said to absent ears. "She is not ready to be broken beyond mending yet."
He took a new glass of green liquid this time and guzzled it.
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The band struck up a fanciful tune that bobbed up and down with the fae's feet and their spirits. Dean was completely lost, but managed to make his way over to the lineup of male dancers across from the female ones. The females curtseyed and the males bowed to their partners. Dean found he was in between a rather drunken fairy, a henchman of Puck unknown to the hunter, and Puck himself to his right. Puck was dancing with a rather petite brunette who seemed to be eyeing him hungrily.
"Be careful with my sister," Puck warned Dean. "And keep your damn human hands where I can see them."
Before Dean had a chance to respond the dance commenced and he followed the steps of the dancers around him. It was simple. Most of the moves were bouncing on one's toes and twirling with their female partner in a circle then repeating in the other direction. His feet felt like clouds and he found that he was dancing as fluidly as the others were. He found also that he couldn't keep his eyes off of Lily no matter how hard he tried and she too it seemed couldn't keep her eyes off of him. She paused as did all of the other dancers and they bowed to one another again before she took Dean's hand and spun into his arms. He dipped her and she smiled up at him. She looked like a pure white angel. Puck grumbled under his breath and glared at them. He pointed his finger at the both of them and shot a blast of magic at Dean's arm causing him to almost drop her. Not that he wanted to bring bodily harm to his sister, but he wanted Dean to get the message.
Dean caught her just in time, but it broke their dreamy stares. Puck smirked and turned back to his dance partner. She giggled at him and they continued to sway back and forth.
"Are you alright?" Dean asked, his hand strongly lifting her up from the ground.
"Yes," Lily shot a look that could kill to her brother to which he returned it. "I'm fine."
"Good," Dean and she started dancing again. His smile returned. "I don't need harm to come to the princess now, especially in my arms."
Dean laughed and she found she was giggling too.
"Yes I suppose that would not be good," Lily replied. The song slowed and most of the dancers dispersed besides them. "You were lying. You're quite the dancer."
"I never said I couldn't dance," Dean held her close. It was a slow song. "I just said I didn't."
"Then how do you practice?" Lily asked as they spun in a circle.
"Natural talent sweetheart," Dean winked. "As is everything else about me."
"You are by far the strangest human I have ever met Dean Winchester." Lily smiled and let his body guide hers as they spun slowly in a circle. It was as though the whole world around them had stopped.
"S'at a good thing or a bad thing?" Dean asked as the song neared its end. They had pulled dangerously close to one another. Their lips were inches from each other's.
"You know," Lily whispered. "I don't think I've decided yet."
The song ended and the two of them stopped in the center of the dance floor, still inches from one another. Dean's eyes could only see hers and she could only see his. All else was lost to them. Her heart pounded. His only fluttered. She flustered badly and tore away from him for a moment. Tilting her head so that she could compose herself before turning back to him.
"Do you want to get out of here?" She asked.
"Sure." Dean replied with a smile.
She took his hand and they ran off and out of the party. Puck's careful eyes following them into the woods nearby.
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Wow so I don't recommend typing drunk which is what I've done with this chapter. Thank you spell check so that my readers can't tell although I've admitted it to them. Hope ya'll are enjoying thanksgiving break so far guys! More to come soon in this story!