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Sera
Dean is insisting that they should kill Grayson.
Over my dead. Rotting. Corpse.
He could still be useful to them, and Dean would just have to come to terms with that. Not be an eejit for once. Sera would rather have him alive and interrogate him than lose a potential lead. That’s why she has her best dagger sheathed at her thigh. Of course, she put an invisibility spell on it so only she knows it’s there.
I would really hate to get blood on this nice dress, but it might be necessary. If Grayson so much as even breathes in the wrong direction… well, I hope he isn’t as attached to his head as he seems to be physically.
Sera’s black heeled boots hit the pavement as she steps out of the impala. They go up to her knees and are fairly comfortable. Men and women in their finest attire line up at the doors, trying to get into the gala. That’s when she breaks out her black feathered mask that Dean had snagged from the store they had tried to rob.
Not the red wire my ass. IT’S A MISDIRECT! All the film studios are in on it!
As they approach, everyone dawns their own masks, Dhara’s a nice silver contrast to her dress with lace in the top right corner. Dean has a black and gold devils mask while Sam has a white one that has more feathers than mine does. It's almost ironic Dean is going as the Devil and Sam as an angel. Although it fits them nicely. Meanwhile Cas has a blue mask on to match his light blue suit and Seth has on a red one with crimson hearts and black spades on it to match his scarlet suit. He almost looks like a joker. A prince of hearts if you will.
Once they walk inside a swell of classical music swarms them along with the smell of the fresh hors d'oeuvres on the banquet table. A fountain of red punch can be found sitting in the centre with small glasses of lemon and cucumber water on trays being passed out by waiters. Some of the guests have even gotten rose gold champagne from the open bar. Which is exactly where Dean drags Cas off to. Sam heads over to interrogate an old lady and Seth gets distracted by a man with a service dog almost instantly.
Dhara nods to Sera before heading off to the table with the small foods.
Alone. I can do alone.
Walking up a flight of stairs brings me to a grand ballroom with white marble floors that have veins of gold running throughout. The walls are very classy with the cream shades and the curtains on the large windows surrounding the edge of the room are all a deep red. Sera walks up to a painting of a man in a blue uniform, he is bleeding and a man in all white with wings stands behind him.
“The Hand of God.” A voice startles her, “Something told me you’d be drawn to this.”
“Grayson.” She acknowledges the man speaking. “I knew I’d find you here.”
He chuckles, “You always did know me well.” He puts a hand on her arms and leans in close to her ear and whispers, “Every. Single. Inch.”
No! Don’t shiver! Bad Sera! She reprimands herself as Grayson once again lets out a small laugh.
“You’re always so cute when you’re flustered.” He leans in closer to her neck and she swats him away.
“They want your head, you know.” She says once she’s facing him and a few feet away.
He rolls his eyes as he drains a glass of champagne, she didn’t know he had. “That doesn’t surprise me. I would expect nothing less from the company you keep.”
Crossing her arms, Sera begins to walk towards the doors, but Grayson takes her hand and pulls her into the center of the dance floor.
“Dance with me love!” He coaxes.
“I don’t dance.” She looks around panicked.
He brushes a strand of hair from her face before settling her hand on his shoulder and one of his on her hip, while taking the other in his remaining hand. The glass of champagne is gone again.
How does he do that?
Grayson sways with her for a bit before the song begins to pick up pace.
He dragged them back and forth then side to side in jumping motions. Sera tilted her head back and laughed as he swung her around just to catch her in his waiting arms once again. The hand which still held hers spun her around three times before pulling her close. Then they quickly circled each other, still holding hands, leaning slightly to opposite sides. Grayson pushed her out then lifted her up as he spun them in a circle. She came down in a fit of laughter and he couldn’t help but do the same. For a moment they stood there and everything else went quiet. There were no other people, chatter amongst the guests, no other world or worlds to worry about. Just each other right here right now. Grayson gingerly brought a hand up and cupped her cheek for a moment, almost something like regret in his eyes. He lowered the hand back to her hip and spun her around in his arms, so her back was to his chest, his muscular arms encircling her.
“I think they’re all watching you.” He whispered, spinning her back around.
“I’m sure they’re eyes are on you, mysterious stranger.”
His smile could be heard in his response, “With the way you look? All eyes are on you, love. Have I told you how ravishing you look?” He spun her again before they bowed, her palm in his above their heads. When they stood up again, he kissed the back of her hand, “If I haven’t, I must shame myself, for you I want to devour.”
“Grayson!” Sera hissed.
He let out a mirthful laugh, “Relax, love. You should see the look on your face!”
“Well, I didn’t come here to dance.”
“No, you did not.” He pulled her off to the side and led her out a door to a back garden.
Fairy Lights were hung in the garden, rose bushes lining the pathway to a maze and a gazebo on a hill with more lights. He let go of her hand there and for some reason she felt extra cold.
“Selene…” He paused as if thinking, “She was the first girl I ever loved.”
Well, that's a big pill to swallow.
“She convinced me that what I was doing was right, that it would allow us to be together. But once I died it became clear I had made the wrong choice. She was an Angel who had been cast down from heaven, although an Angel Blade will not kill her.”
“How do I know you’re telling the truth?” Sera asked, holding back tears.
He sighed, “You don’t. You’re just going to have to trust me.”
“Like hell she will!” A thunderous voice came from behind them. “Sera, what are you doing with him?”
It was Dhara with Seth close at her heels, apparently at some time during the night she had been able to rangle him away from his plethora of distractions.
“I was just-”
“Why are you speaking with him? Why are you touching her?” Seth shouted as he charged at Grayson, shoving him out of the gazebo and onto the cold, hard ground.
“I was just talking to my wife, mate. Leave me bloody be!” Grayson spit blood off to the side.
“Seth! Enough!” Sera runs to them with Dhara at her side.
“Me? What about him?” He seethes.
What have I gone and gotten myself into! She lectures herself.
“You both need to calm the fuck down.” Dhara reasons.
“Fighting right now will solve nothing.”
“Debatable.” Dhara mutters.
Sera whirls on her, “You too?”
The redhead just shrugs in response. Gray. Sera reaches out, Grayson. Listen to me. You need to leave right now. I don’t know how much longer I can keep them calm.
You call this calm? His response came bitterly.
Leave. Before I let one of them kill you!
Fine! If I would have known joining with you would allow you to insult me inside my own mind I would have never agreed.
Sera had to resist the urge to roll her eyes, we were getting married. You didn’t have much of a choice. And I’m delightful.
Whatever lets you sleep at night.
Grayson winks at her which sets Seth off in a fit of rage. He punches his brother in the face startling both Sera and Grayson out of their stupor.
“Gray, no.” Sera tries to talk him down, but it is futile.
He kicks Seth off of him before vanishing. Leaving the angels blonde curls unruly sticking up in every direction. He blows a curl out of his face like a petulant child who just got scolded.
“Since when do you call him Gray.” He pouts, leaning back on his elbows with the curl he failed to blow out of his face in front of one of his blue eyes.
“Since always.” Sera sets down next to him and tugs the piece of hair out of his face only for it to go right back. She has to stifle a chuckle.
“Not in our world you didn’t”
Sera sighs and crisscrosses her legs, “We became closer in purgatory. It’s when we got married, I-”
“Wait! Married?”
“Oh. I never told you about that, did I?” Sera releases a breath she had been holding, “He was everything to me for so long. I never thought I’d get a chance at life again. In that… that place it felt like there was no hope. I thought we were both going to die. So, when he proposed…”
“You said yes.” Dhara finishes for her, “You didn’t want to die alone.”
“It’s my biggest fear. I know I’m going to go out by the tip of a blade or the barrel of a gun but when it happens, I don’t want to be alone. I want someone to be there holding my hand, keeping me close. So, in my final moments I can feel warm and safe.”
Dhara continues, “Loved. You want to feel loved, Sera.” Her friend nods her head, “I think I understand now. You felt that with Grayson, safe. Loved. You wanted it to last as long as it could, thinking you would never have a chance at it again.”
“But I love you.” Seth startles them both by speaking.
Sera opens her mouth then closes it. Then she opens it and closes it again. Trying and failing to say something, anything really.
She really likes Seth, but the question was did she love him?
Seth
And she just sits there. Seraphina Winchester sits there as Seth’s heart breaks into a thousand pieces because in that moment he knows that as much as she wants to be loved, she doesn’t love him. She looks at Dhara almost as if for help and they both hug him.
“Seth you poor baby.” Dhara laughs, it’s awkward. Forced.
Then they get up to inform Sam and Dean that Grayson is gone but all he can think about is that she doesn’t love him. Maybe she never will.
Angels aren’t supposed to feel. The fact that he can at all could be disastrous. He would sacrifice everything for her. But would she do the same? Would he want her to? Probably not. Seth knew that he could never live with himself if he let her or ever even wanted that. So why does it still feel like something he wants?
To feel. What a strange thing humans do.
