Notes: THANKS FOR THE REVIEWS! You guys make me blush . This is my try at crazy Cas. I'm going to play him at two different kinds of "crazy" in this series. There is "dreamy" Crazy where he rambles and says funny things, and then "emotional" crazy, like outbursts and such. Much like River did, but Cas will seem far more sane in many scenes because I want Dean to catch an idea of what Castiel used to be like. It didn't seem right to have Dean start falling for a guy who was a complete nut case without having some clue as to who Cas really was/is. Also I'm trying for Cas to become more mentally stable as the series goes on. So keep that in mind! There are plans for that ;)

Disclaimer: Like always, I don't own these characters or any of the Firefly like aspects.

CHAPTER 8

Later on that night Gabriel called Dean to the bridge. They had received a wave from Ruby. Finally it was time to get rid of the cargo that was turning out to be way too much more trouble than Dean had signed up for. Once on the bridge, Gabriel pulled up her image on the telescreen. The face of a young blonde woman appeared. Dean's insides squirmed at the sight of it.

"Hello Dean, I hear you have some treats for me." Straight to the point, Dean could respect that at least.

"You bet your hydrogen peroxide. Three crates worth. I'll want 200 pieces for the lot."

She let out a low whistle. "That's a bit high Deany. I don't know if I have enough hidden away. How about I take it from you for 150?"

"You're breaking my balls sweetheart. I can just as easily move onto Three Hills."

"All right. Fine, you win. You got what I need. But I'm cross with you, stabbing me in the back in my time of need. You're not gettin' a kiss, don't even bother begging. I prefer Sammy anyway."

"I'll let him bear that burden."

"Party pooper. Let's meet at 900 hours. I'll send you the deets in a moment. Don't be late or you can forget the deal."

Dean didn't honor her with a response and had Gabriel shut down the connection.

"You know it's a trap, right Cap?" Gabriel made it sound like he was reminding Dean that Ruby loved French fries. That it was just an integral part of her persona. Which it totally was. Dean snorted and nodded.

"Yeah, she is gonna screw us seven ways to Sunday given the chance."

"She did cave kinda fast to the price. We moving on?"

"Nope. This cargo is burning a hole in my ship. I want it gone. We deal. And if there is a God out there, we might just survive this thing."

Dean left the bridge to go prepare.

The vast dessert area might have been pretty if Dean wasn't so focused on the job at hand. He always regretted not really getting a chance to see all that the universe had to offer since he was always to set upon his jobs, or the war, or his family. Perhaps I should make time for a vacation some time? Dean laughed to himself a bit. Like he would ever be able to relax. There was too much bad going on everywhere. If he let his guard down he might lose what little he had left. Like he had almost done earlier that day. With that thought he scanned the land around him, looking for any sign of trouble. Sam stood next to him looking straight ahead to where they believed Ruby would emerge from.

"This place is perfect for an ambush, you know that right?" Sam sounded less than impressed at the situation. He hated Ruby. She had betrayed them one too many times and had even hurt Dean. This was beyond stupid in Sam's opinion.

"That it is, Sammy." Dean smiled at bit at his brother. Meg approached from behind. She looked a bit pissed, but then again, she never looked all that happy anyway.

"There. Crates are buried. And I want a bonus for the harsh manual labor. I'm going to need it to buy new clothes for the ones that I just ruined." She started patting down her shirt to try and dislodge the dirt that had settled there. Dean just ignored her.

"Well, if we know how Ruby thinks, and we do know how she thinks, then she knows that we buried it. So I bet she is going to try and get the location out of us by giving us a false sense of security. She'll have the money out as a sign of good faith. When she gives it to us, we give her the location, and then we all get shot to hell by her neighborhood friendly snipers." Dean looks around, knowing that the snipers are probably already in place and watching them. The thought is less than comforting. He turns back to Meg and nods at her and she nods back and heads off with her beloved knife in hand.

"You know she still has the advantage, right?" Of course Sam would feel the need to remind him of that.

"Yeah, but this is what makes it more exciting and makes for better bar stories to tell chicks." His 1000 watt smile does nothing to make Sam feel better.

Meanwhile, back on board the Impala, Bobby is moving towards the room holding Uriel. He has a tray of food in his hands. He knocks on the door.

"Hey mister. I've got some food for you. No sense you starving to death if we stick to the plan of not shooting you." Even though Bobby was careful opening the door, he was not prepared for a chair to come crashing down on his head. As he lands on the floor, Bobby groans and tries to get up, only to have Uriel bash him on the head with the tray that had held the food.

Once Uriel was sure that the preacher was out, he quickly scans around for anyone who might have heard the commotion. Seeing that he was undetected, he looked back at Bobby. He hit his head three more times, his face full of pent up rage and spite, and then started dragging the bloodied preacher into the room. Once he had deposited him, Uriel cautiously moved further into the ship.

Back on Whitefall, Ruby and three other men on horseback. Ruby has a friendly look on her face that reminds Dean of a snake.

"Well, if it isn't the Winchester brothers! Can't tell you how happy I am that we get to work together again. It's been a while."

"Wish I could say the same Ruby. Now enough small talk and let's get down to business. I don't know about you, but I've got more important things to deal with right now." His serious tone conveyed his displeasure at the situation.

"Jeez Dean, way to skip the foreplay, but fine. Let's get started."

Meg has been prowling around the landscape in a wide circle around the meeting place. During her stroll, she just happened upon several snipers aiming at her captain. Smirking to herself, she snuck up on each one of them. Her knife was dripping red by the time she had finished her leisurely walk.

She then takes up one of the now dead sniper's position and gun. Looking down the scope she sees Dean and Sam, but she focuses the sight on Dean's head. She giggles to herself.

"So where is my cargo, Dean?" Gorramn how he hated the sound of her voice.

"You won't know until my wallet is 200 pieces heavier." Next to him, Sam shifts half an inch. He was ready.

Ruby laughs and Dean wants to rip off her pretty face. "Oh, come on Dean! Am I supposed to just have faith that you have the goods?" Dean scoffs and tosses her one of the bricks from the crates.

She laughs when she gets a look at it. "No wonder you are so desperate to get rid of it. It's marked!"

"That's why it's 200 and not 500. But they goods are still good. You have my word."

It is her turn to scoff. She pulls out a purse that jingles promisingly with a sour face and tosses it to Dean.

"So where is my load?"

Castiel is watching Chuck work in the engine room. He had finally gotten away from Balthazar to explore the new environment. He felt it safe to leave his brother's side as Dean was not on the ship for his brother to kill if Castiel was found missing. So naturally it was the perfect time to look around.

There was a warm humming that reminded Castiel of honey bees happily buzzing around flowers. He decided that he wanted to see the origin of such a wonderful and calming sound. The hum led him to what appeared to be the ships heart, pumping life into the rest of the metal body. There was a warm glow coming from the heart that warmed his skin like no artificial sun had ever done before. He basked in the glow for a while with his eyes closed. Then he started to hum along with the heart, trying to sync up with and memorize the pitch.

Eventually his humming drew the attention of the small man clunking around under the heart. He seemed startled, and nervous at seeing Castiel there. But it seemed to Castiel that the nervousness was just part of his normal being and chose to ignore it.

"Hey there, Castiel. What…what are you doing?"

"I wanted to see the bees," he answered dreamily. "I couldn't find them, but then again, there are no flowers anywhere on this ship. But this is very satisfying." He continued his humming with his eyes closed. He liked this ship, thought Castiel. It was amazing how a hunk of metal could be such a warm and comforting home. No wonder Dean glowed whenever he thought of his ship.

Suddenly Castiel opened his eyes and looked panicked at Chuck. Very confused, Chuck asked, "What's wrong Castiel?"

Then Uriel comes crashing into the engine room and grabs Castiel from behind. The blue eyed man's eyes widened and he opened his mouth to scream, but Uriel shoved a greasy cloth into his mouth.

"Don't think I don't know about your soprano singing trick," He grunts into Castiel's ear. A gun is pulled out from behind his back and he points it to Chuck and then to Castiel's head. "If you make a single noise, I will not hesitate to ventilate your chest." And with those parting words, Uriel dragged a whimpering Castiel away. Chuck fell to his knees and struggled to control his racing heart.

SCHMEEP! What's going to happen?! Anyway, I'm almost done editing the rest of this story and I'm about to start the next episode. Should I just continue it from this story and have a super super long story? Or should I split it up and have a series of stories? Let me know what you would prefer!