Chapter Twelve

Private Airstrip

Tokyo International Airport

'Please everyone take your seats, we will be landing in 10 minutes. I received word that the welcoming party from Soul Society is already waiting for you.' the pilot announced over the intercom.

'Oh, thank you, God. Thank you, God.' Dean said loudly happy that they would be landing soon. {Geez, he hated flying}

'Yes, thank you, Lord.' Len agreed.

'Oh, I didn't know that you had a fear of flying.' Dean asked now quite calm because he knew they would be landing soon.

'Oh, its not flying that I hate.' Len glared at Dean.

'Oh, what is it then.' Dean looked puzzled.

'I hate being stuck on a plane for 16 hours with a person who has a fear of flying and has to hum rock songs the entire time. In fact, I think I have just developed an aversion for rock music as well. Thanks, Dean.' Len glared.

'Well, I am not going to apologize. You guys all knew how I felt about flying and I did suggest driving or even sailing here, but no one wanted to agree with me. So, all I can say is..deal.' Dean smirked trying to act cool, but the look was ruined when the plane suddenly banked to the left and he grabbed the arm of his chair and turned pale.

'Hmmph, all I can say to that is..Karma..cousin..Karma.' Len smiled as Len and Sam laughed.

'Shaddup.' Dean moaned.

Landing Strip

Tokyo International Airport

'Ishida-sama, the plane should be landing momentarily.' An airport staff reported.

'Thank you, Hirata-san.' Ryuken answered turning to the aide from the Japanese ministry.

'Fujimoto-san, let us clear our guests as quickly as possible. It was a long flight and I am sure they are tired and would like to rest.' Ryuken spoke to the short man.

'Of course, Ishida-sama. The instructions from the minister were very clear. We will release them as without too much delay.'

Ryuken turned to his driver. 'Numata, please inform the other drivers prepare the cars, we will travel directly to the Matsuyama Castle.'

'Yes, Ishida-sama.' Numata turned back to the cars.

'Well, Ukitake Taicho is everyone ready.' Ryuken asked the soul reapers.

'Yes, we are.' Juushiro answered gesturing to the soul reapers, who made two lines across from each other and stood silently waiting for orders.

Ryuken could not help but be impressed. They may have been dressed in clothing from the real world, but it still could not hide the fact that these were all skilled fighters.

'Why do I have to wear this type of clothing? What was wrong with my shihakusho? Feels like I can't breathe.' Ikkaku complained as he pulled at the collar of his white shirt without touching the red tie around his neck.

'I cannot agree, Ikkaku. I think this 'suit' that Urahara Taicho picked out for me is rather lovely. It works to make me much more beautiful than I already am.' Yumichika said while patting his hair and smoothing down the sleeve of his black suit.

'Well, I do know that it was Shihōin Taicho that chose the outfits for us girls. She has such good taste. I look good!' Matsumoto announced. She was dressed in a light pink pants suit that clung to all her curves, she decided to leave off the white shirt that was to worn under the suit jacket, and without it the tops of her breasts could be seen in all its glory, just like her regular shihakusho. {She decided that if she wore it, her breasts would feel too restricted. This was so much better}

'Matsumoto, this is not the time for you to be…well…you. You need to focus on the mission.' Toshiro scolded his vice-captain before Kuchiki could.

'Oh, Taicho. I'm sorry. I was focus on myself wasn't I? You are right. I need to focus on my mission.' Rangiku apologized.

Nodding his head in approval. 'Good, glad you understand. This mission is very important and I don't have to remind you of…'

'Oh yes, Taicho. I understand completely.' Rangiku interrupted. 'The mission of finding you a girlfriend is very important. Yes, I cannot allow my taicho to go another day without one. I must focus on making this mission a complete success. And I really shouldn't have a hard time finding a girl for you taicho. I mean, look at you. Even I must say that you are quite attractive.'

{Oh yes, her taicho really did look good. In the past year, Hitsugaya Taicho had grown taller. He now look Yumichika in the eye. Yes the height look good on her captain and with the white dress shirt, simple black tie, an olive/light-green striped sweater, dark blue slacks and a black jacket, with black boots. He really did look good. But, for her, the thing that really made the look was the silver chain that hung around his neck. It gave him that bad boy look that all girls looked for.}

Covering his face in frustration, he could imagine the laughter that was on Ukitake and Kyoraku faces but didn't even want to think about Kuchiki's expression at Matsumoto's comment. 'Matsumoto!! That is not what I was talking about. Be serious. I don't think that the other captains appreciate your jokes.'

'Oh Taicho. I can see that Ukitake and Kyoraku Taicho agree with me. As for Kuchiki Taicho..'

Matsumoto looked at the captain for 6th Division; she cringed at the look of disapproval on his face. 'Yikes. Well, I believe that Kuchiki Taicho might be upset because we have not included him in this mission. But, don't worry. I think that I may be able to do the same for him.' Matsumoto stated totally clueless about how she treaded on thin ice.

Byakuya raised his eyebrow in disbelief ready to retort to her comment when he was interrupted by Ukitake who smiled. 'Umm, Kuchiki Taicho, Hitsugaya Taicho the plane has landed and heading this way. Perhaps we should prepare for our guests.'

At any other time Byakuya would not have let a comment like that go, but he didn't bother for two reasons. One, the reason for being here, this mission was about to begin and secondly with Matsumoto Rangiku he had learned over the years of watching Hitsugaya deal with her, is that she was just totally oblivious to anything that she deemed unimportant. It wasn't worth the headache that Hitsugaya always seem to end up with. She was his vice-captain, so she was his to deal with, his headache. He just nodded to Ukitake and went to stand next to his vice-captain.

Toshiro was glad for Kuchiki's patience when dealing with Matsumoto. He sighed with relief, he was just thinking about all the things that he could have done to her and none of them were pretty. She did tend to go her own way. He would have to talk to her, well try too anyway, about being on her best behavior while the delegation from the Winchester Organization was here. He did not even want to think about how Matsumoto could offend them. His eyes widen a bit at the thought. That is all he would need. Toshiro ran his hands through his hair in annoyance; she was such a pain sometimes. He walked over and stood across from Kuchiki as the plane coasted to a stop not far from where they were lined up. All eyes turned to watch the door of the plane.

Private Hanger

Tokyo International Airport

'Well, will you look at the reception these people have put out for little ole' us. We must be something special for these guys.' Dean whistled as he looked out the window to see a large group of people waiting inside the hanger.

Len glanced out the small window, her eyes widen a bit, she knew that Soul Society would be sending people to meet them, but wasn't expecting such a large group. There had to be more than 10 people. Len looked around at the others and sighted Dean.

'Dean, be on your best behavior, mind your manners.' Len reminded her cousin, who had a warped sense of humor. She didn't need her cousin offending any of the people meeting them, which could happen with Dean's sense of mischief.

'Hey, you don't need to tell me twice. I'm not a dog you know. I do know how to act in from of company.' Dean pouted.

'Well, you do tend to act a bit immaturely when you think something is funny. You don't hold back and usually end up either insulting a person or playing some inane joke that gets out of control. Don't do either.' Len scolded.

'Look at me Len. I look like some prissy pretty boy dressed this way. I can't try and be my fun, joking, prank playing self when I am dressed like a high schooler going to his first prom. I wouldn't be able to live it down. Man, what I would do for a pair of jeans right now.' Dean complained.

'Oh, is little baby Dean not comfortable dressed up in grown-up clothes. I can get you a nice toddler set with balloons on it, if you'd like. Geez, you would think that you never wore a suit before. What are you 6, act your age.' Lily taunted

'Hey no one asked you, Lilypuss. If I were you, I'd keep my opinions to myself or you might wake up one morning to find a litter of kittens on your bed.' Dean warned her.

'You wouldn't even dare!' Lily glared

'Oh wouldn't I, try me little girl and I will make sure everyone knows you are a crybaby scared of little ole' kitty cats.' Dean smirked.

'You…you…' Lily grabbed the pillow next to her and threw it across the aisle at Dean, who caught it.

'What..cat got your tongue..Lilypuss.' Dean teased.

'Enough, you too.' Len scolded both of them. 'Uncle Hawk, I will leave the unloading of the equipment to you.'

Walter 'Hawk' Hawkins, ex-Marine Corps sniper and leader of the protection detail nodded at Lady Len. 'I will take care of it. No need to worry. I will have "Butter" and "Penny" take care of it personally. No one else will have access to it unless you, Master Dean or Master Sam say differently.'

'Thank you. Uncle Hawk.' Len smiled, most of these men had been around the four of them since there were children. She knew like the others, that it would be a cold day in hell before any of them would be able to put something pass these ex-military veterans.

'Park, the luggage. Make sure that no one else but our men handle them.' Hawk spoke to his second-in-command.

'Got it, Hawk.' Ben Parker answered as he and the others prep the weapons they carried on them.

'Um, Uncle Hawk don't you think that you might have over did it with the guns and such.' Sam asked looking at men load 9mm guns, shotguns and slide knives into sheaves.

'I don't think anyone can be overly cautious, Sammy. It's better to be safe than sorry.' Dean answered as he slid his 9mm gun into the holster around his chest, next to his silver bladed dagger on his waist. Sliding his suit jacket over his shoulders. 'Am I bulging anywhere? Do I look fat in this suit?' he teased Sam as he posed.

Sam just rolled his eyes in response.

'Master Dean is correct. I rather you all be prepared for anything than not having any way to defend yourselves if necessary.' Hawk agreed handling a sliver knife inside a sheave to each of the woman and sliding one across the table to Sam.

Len and Lily grabbed the blades and slid it into the hidden pocket on their lower backs, while pulling out their own 9mm guns and loading it. It didn't surprise anyone on the plane, all knew that both women could take care of themselves if necessary.

Sam looked around at everyone, sighed and took the blade, reach for his on 9mm and just armed himself.

All felt the plane come to a complete stop, few minutes later the pilot came out of the cockpit. 'Lady Len we have arrived' as he walked to open the airplane door.

Len looked at everyone and smiled. 'Well, people shall we get this show on the road?'

Jumping up quickly as the pilot opened the door. 'Oh, yeah! Land! Solid land! I don't know about you guys, but I am so ready to get off this damn thing.' Dean moved towards the door almost pushing the pilot out of the way. 'Yo, dude out of the way! I need to get some fresh air.'

'Dean! Wait!' Sam raised his voice.

'What! What! Dude, you can ask me to wait any longer. Come on, man! I need to feel solid ground under my feet. Feel like I am going to die here soon, dude. Gotta give me a break. I have been pretty good this entire flight, hardly complained or anything.' Dean whined.

'Yeah right, so who was the one that kept bothering the pilots to ask 'are we there yet?' Lily stated.

'Hey, I just wanted to make sure he knew that time was of the essence.' Dean defended.

'Yeah, but every 15 minutes Dean? You had to ask every 15 minutes.' Lily retorted.

'We needed updates on our progress, okay.'

'Yes, but you asked every 15 minutes for almost 16 hours Dean. The only time you didn't was when we hit turbulence and your mouth was too busy humming to bother asking your irritating question. Thank God for turbulence.' Lily sighed.

'Shaddup'

'Enough, you too. I expect both of you to be on your best behavior.' Len strongly told them.

'I agree with Len. But, back to the point. Dean you have to make Len go first. She is the head of this group.' Sam stated.

'Oh, right. I forgot for a minute. You go ahead Len. After you, but could you please hurry.' Dean gestured with his hands as if to push her out the door.

Len smiled 'Alright, alright. I'm going. Geez, you would think that this place was having a buy one get two free sale on double bacon cheeseburgers or something. Either that or someone is really claustrophobic on planes.'

'Ha, ha. I am so laughing here.' Dean sarcastically answered. 'Just hurry your pretty little butt out the door or I'll help push you out. Wouldn't want that now, would we. I may not care that you would look like a sack of rice being tossed out a truck to starving masses.'

'You wouldn't dare.' Len glared.

'Oh wouldn't I. Tell you what sister. If I had to choose between solid ground and you're looking good in front of stranger. You don't want to know the answer to that.'

'I'm hurt' Len playfully clutched her heart.

'Oh, if you don't get out that door in 1 minute, you really will be.' Dean gave her a determined look.

'Lady Len, stopped teasing the poor boy, I think he's been through enough on this 16 hour flight.' Hawk stated.

'Yeah. I have been through enough.' Dean sulked.

'And so have we; what with putting up with Master Dean's antics. I think we need a break as well.' Hawk said.

'Yeah..' Dean started to agree when it hit him they were complaining about his behavior. 'Hey, that's not nice, Uncle Hawk.'

The older man just laughed. 'Alright, let's get going.' Moving to escort Len to the door, everyone moving after them, with Dean in the lead.