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Once upon a time, there was a young man named Samuel. He was born into a good family. His father, John, was a traveling merchant and his darling mother, Mary, was an exquisite painter. They had money, certainly, but they weren't of noble blood and had no title. The family lived on a pleasant villa surrounded by a forest just in the hills of the Kingdom of Lawrence. Samuel adored his residence; he was often found doing scavenger hunts with the housekeepers.
He was loved greatly by both of his parents, but he was closer to his father more than his mother. John was a man of few words, but when he did speak, he spoke his mind. It was always funny or crude, yet it put a large smile on Samuel's face. John would affectionately call his son "Sammy", and when he did, the world seemed brighter than ever. Mary would spend her time painting the surrounding area of the villa, but would also sketch Sammy and John. Everything was splendid.
Until it wasn't.
A messenger came to their doorstep one day after John went off to a trip to a neighboring kingdom. He regretfully informed them that the carriage John was on was raided by bandits. Sam, at the tender age of twelve, understood perfectly about the concept of life and death. He was devastated by his loss, and the only thing that was in John's possession was the pocket watch that Sam gifted him for his birthday. It was all that he truly had thar made him feel closer to him.
As the years went by, Sam started to notice a dramatic shift in his mother's behavior. No longer did she slowly trudge around the villa like a walking corpse. Her paintings became more vibrant than the dry, desolate ones she made after John's death. When questioned on her strangeness, Mary kept quiet. That is until she sat her seventeen year old son down for a heart to heart. She explained to him that during the times she would sell her creations in the market, a man would come her way, making her smile wider than ever.
"He is wonderful." Mary had said. "His name is Lucifer, and he only says the kindest of words to me and about my paintings. His two sons are also well behaved. He has asked for my hand in marriage, Samuel."
Though shocked by the news at first, Sam thought for a moment. His mother deserved happiness just as much as the next person. He smiled. "I can't wait to meet the man who has made my mother feel greater than she has ever been."
But little did Sam know that she and Lucifer were already wed. The only thing that prevented him and his children from moving in right away was Mary's decision not to tell Sam. When the day arrived, the lad dressed himself up, making sure to look presentable in the presence of his new extended family. He stood next to his mother as their carriage pulled up to the house. The door swung open, and out stepped two boys, a little older than Samuel himself.
Azazel and Alastair.
Sam walked up to them, smile on his face. "Hello. I'm Samuel. Welcome to our home."
"Hmm...yes, quite." Azazel muttered. He casually dropped his luggage off at Sam's feet. "Make sure that my stuff is handled quite nicely."
Alastair giggled in kind upon doing the same. "Mine as well, dear...brother."
It was a little disheartening to watch his stepbrothers treat him like a servant in the household, yet Sam laughed it off. The two brothers then went into the house, making it a point to talk harshly about the initial design. Mary never heard, but Sam did. First impressions are everything, but Sam found that it would probably be...trying to live in the same space as those two. The last person out of the carriage was a blonde man dressed all in white who he assumed was Lucifer.
He was correct.
"Darling." He said with a grin. "It's so great to see you." Lucifer's eyes met Sam's then. He felt...cold. "This must be Samuel. Your mother's paintings of you don't hold a candlestick to the real thing. So handsome. You take after your mother."
"Th--Thank you, Stepfather."
Mary led them into the villa, instructing Sam to show his stepbrothers their new rooms while she talked with Lucifer. Sam couldn't put his finger on it then, but he knew that something was off about his new stepfather. The young brunette calmed himself. Surely there was nothing wrong, and it was only his anxiety getting the best of him. Maybe it was also because he secretly felt that no one could replace his actual father, who he misses dearly.
Life with Lucifer and his children was normal enough. There weren't any incidents that caused problems between anyone. For the first time in a very long time, Sam felt like he was part of a whole family. But once again, fate was not so kind to him. One day, his mother collapsed in her parlor while creating a new painting. Sam found her; he dropped the tea he made for her as he called for help. He had never been so horrified in his life.
The days past, and the family doctor tried his best to diagnose Mary, yet it was all in vain. No one knew the name of this sudden illness, and no one knew how to cure it. Sam stayed by his mother's side on her death bed, crying the entire time. He held her hand as she said her final words.
"Stay kind, Samuel. Keep seeing the good in everything as I taught you. Stay strong like your father. Have courage...and be ever hopeful."
Within seconds, Mary took her final breaths. When she died, Sam stayed by her body until the doctors took her away. She was buried on the hill beyond the villa where they used to have family picnics. Something else died thar day. Lucifer's calm demeanor dropped in the blink of an eye, being replaced with spitefullness and hate. He was furious about the financial state of their household. They could hardly afford to pay for the servants anymore.
Faced with becoming penniless and on the streets, Lucifer dismissed all of the servants indefinitely. That's when his true nature came to light. He stripped Samuel of his fine clothes and possessions, making him sleep in the cold, dark basement. It didn't stop there though. Lucifer forced him to become a slave. His occupation: cleaning, cooking and providing solely for Lucifer, Azazel and Alastair. Nothing for himself. He was even forced to eat their scraps.
The only thing that truly kept him grounded was his cat, Castiel. The blue eyed, brown haired feline was the closest thing he had to a friend. Sam thought that, if something ever happened to him, he'd really have nothing. Yet through all of the abuse, he held onto his mother's last words as if they were a lifeline. His patience with his family had reached boiling points before, but every time it gets too hot, he cools himself down.
He thought that the ending of his story was written and already over but it was only just beginning.
Now, at the age of twenty-one, Sam is walking through the marketplace for groceries. Lucifer and the boys devour everything in sight. How are they not big and round by now? Alastair is a practically skeleton! He eats and eats, and doesn't gain a single pound. Maybe he's been cursed. Yeah. As if. There's no such thing as magic. If there was, Sam would've wished to leave a long time ago.
But he refuses to.
That villa--even in it's current state--was and still is his home. If Lucifer won't take care of it, Sam will. He'll clean every corner, fix every crack and dust every surface. He'll preserve his mother and father's legacy the best way he can. Sam often gets sad just thinking about them. Wherever they are, he hopes that they're looking out for him like guardian angels of some sort. What an odd way of thinking!
Lost in his thoughts, Samuel doesn't notice that he's bumped into another person until his bags have dropped to the ground. He sighs heavily as he and the other person gets down to pick them up. The two end up hitting each other's heads as well. Sam laughs upon hearing the other do the same; a man. Finally, he looks upon the other man's face. Even though he said that he doesn't believe in magic, there's something definitely magic-like about this man.
The first thing Samuel notices are the eyes. Pretty, little emerald portals that could drown even the toughest of men. The next, his freckles. They really are beautiful! No, he's beautiful, just as his bright smile. Everything about this man--from his soft eyes to his golden brown hair--is amazing. Their hands accidentally touch when Sam tries to get his stuff.
"My apologies, Sir." He says softly. "I wasn't looking. Please forgive me."
The man chuckles. It warms the young man's bones. "Do not apologize. The fault is mine. I should have paid better attention to my surroundings. May I help you with any of this?"
"N--No. That's fine. I can take care of it." Sam quickly gathers up the bags and stands. "Um...goodbye."
But it wasn't goodbye. The seemingly kind man followed behind him just as fast as he walked. "Goodbye? Wait, I didn't even get your name."
Name?
"My name?"
"Yes your name!" The man laughs. "That is usually how meeting someone new goes."
Is this man for real?
Samuel picks up the pace, arms full. "I don't talk to strangers."
The man speeds up as well until he's standing in front of the lad, blocking his way. "Well, allow me to change that. My name is...uh...Jen...sen. I'm Jensen. See? I'm not a stranger anymore."
Unwillingly, Sam chuckles. The nerve of this person! And what sort of name is "Jensen" anyway? He's never heard of someone with that name before. Jensen's certainly charming, and has an air about him that makes him seem so confident and sure of himself. Sam doesn't doubt that he chases after any fair maiden that catches his eye. Or gentleman. Distantly, yet briefly, he imagines the two of them courting one another. But he pushes that thought away.
"I'm Samuel." He ends up saying, extending his hand out to shake. "But my friends call me Sam. Well, they would if I had any friends that could talk."
"Hahaha!" Jensen laughs. "Well, you are pleasure, aren't you? It's very nice to meet you. What brings you here today?"
"I'm just..." Sam hesitates. "I'm just shopping for food. I have a household to feed and keep in shape."
"Ah, I see. Your family must be happy that you're doing what you can for them."
"Yes, that's...definitely saying something."
"You're very beautiful, Samuel. I hope you know that."
The lad blushes. "So very forward..."
"I am always forward."
Their conversation is soon cut short when the clock tower bell tolls. Jensen looks up at the time in nervousness. Perhaps he has somewhere to go? Must be important if his expression is anything to go by. A strange part of Sam doesn't want this kind man to leave now. A few minutes ago maybe, but not anymore! He wants to know more about him, about where he lives and what he does for a living. It's been so long since he's had contact with anyone other than his step family.
"I must depart." Jensen sighs. "I am needed at the castle."
Sam frowns. "The castle? Do you work there? Are you close to The King?"
"Incredibly so." The man laughs before placing a gentle kiss on Sam's hand. "I wish to see you again, Sam, though I have no doubt that we'll meet again soon enough."
Without saying anything more, Jensen takes his leave towards the castle gates. Samuel just stands there with a bewildered expression on his face; his cheeks turn an odd shade of ruby red. Jensen was a kind gentleman through and through. And what was that bit about them seeing each other soon? Sam just shakes off the weird thoughts in his head as he makes his way back to the villa. It'll be a long walk, yet it'll be a walk filled with peace and quiet just as he like.
As he walks, he glances behind him at the castle and smiles. If Jensen works close to The King of Lawrence then he must be amazing at his job.
Dean can't stop grinning even as he hurriedly takes off his commoner outfit. He snuck away from the castle once again in search of something new, something different. Adventure. The life of a King is trying and almost boring indeed. Yet there was nothing boring about today. Samuel. Or Sam, rather. What a magnificent creature he was. So handsome with a smile that could melt the heart of a ferocious warlord.
"Where have you been, Your Majesty?" His loyal adviser says. "The Council nearly sent out the entire army to find you!"
"Fear not. I've only been wandering around my kingdom. Nothing more. But I must speak with The Council soon. There is an urgent matter we need to discuss."
"What could be so urgent, Your Majesty?"
The King smiles deviously. "A ball in my honor. Nothing special."
"I--I see. When were you hoping to have this ball?"
"Tonight. As quickly as possible. I aim to meet a new friend. I've no doubt that he'll attend."
It didn't take as long as Sam thought it would to get back home. Perhaps it was because he was so lost in his own thoughts about a certain staff member of the castle. It was the first time in years that he was able to interact with anyone outside of the villa. He could honestly listen to Jensen talk all day. His voice is as smooth as heated honey, and as deep as the strongest well. All in all, Sam acknowledges that he has a crush on the man.
When he steps foot inside of the house, he immediately hears the terrible sounds of Azazel "playing" the piano. Needless to say, he's not very skilled at it. Nothing he does is any good, just as his brother. Perhaps this is what they deserve for being so cruel; no talent for the wicked and cold hearted. But for all of their efforts, Lucifer only encourages them. Even if he knows that they're absolutely terrible.
He openly allows them to torment Sam, and even childishly joins in in their vicious name-calling. What kind of adult does that? Sam doesn't understand it it, and he probably never will. He's done nothing but smile and say kind, gracious words to them, yet they have treated him like a common dog. It's inexcusable, but Sam still holds tight to his mother's final words. He will keep hope alive and be kind.
"Well, well, well." Lucifer says from the next room. "The prodigal son returns to us. Where have you been? You're late."
Sam swallows the lump in his throat before answering. "I was sidetracked, Stepfather. It won't happen again--"
Lucifer grips his chin tight, keeping him in place. "Oh, you're right about that, dear Samuel. I will ask you again. Where have you been?"
"I...I met a man in the marketplace. I bumped into him, and we talked...I'm sorry."
"You should be. You'll get no dinner tonight. And what's this about a man? I specifically told you not to talk to strangers! You know not of what they're capable of! These men will snatch you up and out of view and sell you off. Do you want that? After all I've done for you. I kept you in this house out of respect for your mother. If it weren't for me, you'd be out on the streets!"
"I'm...I'm sorry, Stepfather." Sam holds back his tears. He doesn't cry anymore. It doesn't help anyon. "I've learned my lesson. It won't happen again."
Lucifer's sneer dies down significantly, and he lets go of Sam. But after he does so, he slaps him once across the face for good measure. It's leaving a mark, that much the lad knows. He reluctantly trudges over to the kitchen where he quietly puts away the groceries. The whole time he's doing this, he hears the three men talking about him as if he's not here. What a terrible existence.
Once he's finished, Sam makes his way down into the basement. Upon going down the last step, he feels the familiar fur of his cat twirl around his ankles. He looks down to see Castiel gazing back at him, bright blue eyes gleaming in the darkness. He simply cannot say no to that adorable little face. Sam promptly bends down to scoop up his feline friend in his arms.
"Did you miss me, Castiel?"
Meow.
Sam grins. "I knew you'd say that. I met a new friend today. He was so kind to me. I really do hope to see him again."
Meow!
"Now, now, don't be jealous. I'm not going to abandon you. But he was a sweet man. His name is Jensen, and he works in the castle. He has the greatest smile I've ever seen."
Meow...
"Well...second to yours, of course!"
Even though Castiel cannot openly speak to him because of the obvious species barrier, Sam feels like he knows what he's saying. This cat is all he has now. The only thing that's keeping him grounded. Samuel takes the two of them over to his cot, but not before he gets a steady fire in the fireplace going. He has no idea why he's getting comfortable; Lucifer and his brats will call him eventually to do some menial task that could have been easily done by themselves.
But a slave's work is apparently never done.
"You're terrible! You have the voice of a dying goat!"
"Me? I'm not the one with a ostrich legs. No one will dance with someone like you!"
"Well, I never!"
"And you never will!"
This is insufferable. Why must they be so loud all of the time? Sam just shakes his head side to side as he scrubs the main hall floors. Even if it's unintentional at the time, he's still made to listen to the boys' so called "singing", and it's anything but that. The both of them are talentless hellions with low intelligence. How could they even think to gain a wife or husband with nothing? The thought alone is revolting.
As he continues to do his grueling daily chores, Sam hears the knockers on the main door being sounded. He sighs as he puts the scrub brush back into the soapy bucket. Who could that be? They rarely ever have visitors or anything of the sort anymore. Upon opening the door, he notices a man dressed up in royal garb with a royal carriage behind him. He holds out an envelope of some kind.
"In the name of The King!" The man says. "A message for your household. Please disclose the contents of this letter with those inside. Have a good day. Farewell."
Sam takes the letter from the man and shuts the door as he walks away. A message from The King? Oh, this sure is a curious predicament! He wonders what's inside. Could this be Jensen's doing? It can't just be a coincidence! Just as he starts to open the envelope, Azazel and Alastair rush down the stairs, snatching it away from him. Figures. He can't have anything to himself in this house.
"What could this be? A letter from your mysterious suitor?"
"Don't be rediculous, brother. No one wants him. What does the letter say?"
Azazel stays quiet as he rips open the envelope. He reads it over quickly, and after that, he squeals. It's very off-putting. Sam even flinches. What is it? No one will yell him. Alastair soon reads it as well, getting the same reaction from the letter. The noise attracts Lucifer, and he's soon walking down the staircase, hard scowl in place. He looks so intimidating all the time.
"What is the meaning of this ruckus?"
Azazel snatches the letter back from his brother, only to hand it over to his father. "You must read it! Father, please! You must!"
"Very well." Lucifer carefully looks over the words, and soon he gasps. "Oh goodness. Well, this is wonderful news! The King is hosting a ball tonight at the castle, and every household invited is to attend. That means we're all going!"
Lucifer and his sons gather together, jumping up and down in joy. Samuel only smiles from where he stands. A ball at the palace? It sounds sounds unreal! Maybe he'll see Jensen again! That's all he truly wants to do. And maybe have a dance with him as well. Oh, this is so very exciting! Soon, Lucifer stops celebrating, and stares coldly at his stepson.
"Why are you smiling, boy? You're not going."
Sam's heart shatters, but he soon finds courage to talk back. "But that's not fair. The letter specifically stated that every household is invited, and I happen to be a member of the household. Would you deny The King's instructions?"
Though it seems Lucifer is thinking on it, Alastair glares at his father. "No, Father! You can't! He'll embarrass us!"
"It's not right! He has no business in the presence of The King! It's just not fair--!"
"Boys, Boys!" The patriarch of the family chuckles darkly. "Settle down. Samuel makes an excellent point. The letter did say that everyone in the household was to attend. Hmm. Very well. Samuel, you may accompany us to the ball."
"Oh thank you, Stepfather!" He grins. "I promise I'll--"
"But that's only if you finish your chores provided." Lucifer interrupts. "You'd better hurry, boy."
Without another word, Sam takes the bucket and goes to another part of the house to resume his work. When he's gone and out of earshot, Azazel and Alastair whine once more. "Father, why? He'll ruin everything."
"My dear sons, he won't. After all, I did say if."
"Oh..." The boys smile. "If..."
The carriage is supposed to arrive at nine o'clock, and it's already eight thirty! Sam rushes to take his bath while bathing in the finest of oils and fragrances. He wants to smell presentable for Jensen. Well, not just smell, but look too! His father's old clothes are down in the basement with him as well. Sure, they are a bit outdated, but if given the right alterations, they will be very presentable in the eyes of Jensen and The King.
Samuel wonders what King Dean is truly like as he brushes back his hair. He's never seen him in person, nor has he ever heard him give a public speech. One can only assume that he likes staying out of the spotlight. Sam will meet him tonight, though he's more concerned about seeing Jensen again. It's an unavoidable topic. He's simply infatuated with that man. They'll dance tonight, that is definitely certain even if he hasn't danced on years.
"Will you be a good boy while I'm gone, Castiel?" Sam asks, putting the rest of his outfit on.
Meow!
"I won't be gone long. I promise. I have filled your bowls, so whenever you're hungry, just go to them. Okay. How do I look?"
Meow! Meeeow!
"Really? I think so too. I'll be sure to tell you all about it when I come back."
Sam slowly ascends the staircase, and as he does so, he hears his step family conversing with each other. Once he reaches the top step and goes into the main hall, the trio look to him on disbelief. Azazel and Alastair sneers at him, while Lucifer openly shows the anger on his face. Sam pays it no mind. He's just excited to be going out somewhere for the first time in a very long time.
"I--I'm ready." He says quietly. "Do you like it? It was my father's. I made changes to it--"
"Where do you think you're going?" Lucifer cocks up his eyebrow.
"To...the ball. You said I could go."
"If you finished your chores. Sadly, you've left one thing unfinished. You're not going."
"Please," Sam tries. "I beg of you! I don't even want to meet The King. I just wish to see--"
"Oh, believe me. It's The King I'm thinking about." Lucifer walks slowly over to him. "Why would I show up to his home with a ragged servant boy like you? I mean, just look at you. Your whole attire is falling to pieces."
With a swift pull, Lucifer tears the shoulder off of Sam's shirt.
"Oh, my. The shoulder is frayed! It's practically crumbling to bits..."
More and more, Lucifer tears away little articles of Sam's clothing. The boys soon join in on the torment, ripping away everything he worked so hard on. Samuel bawled, yet his cries went on unheard. By the time they were all finished, his outfit was in tatters, useless and hanging from his form. Lucifer chuckled at his work, gleefully watching as his children ruined yet another thing Samuel worked on.
"How could you..." Sam growls.
"How could I? How could you? I will not suffer The King to see a dirty vagabond like you into the castle. You are nothing, worse than nothing. And you shall not go to the ball."
"My mother--"
"Was a weak woman who should have thrown you out when you were of age! You will remain here, and that's final!"
With that, Lucifer, Azazel and Alastair take their leave; the carriage had arrived during their tirade. It isn't until minutes later that Sam moves. He runs towards the backdoor of the villa. He collapses on the ground, gripping the cool, damp grass beneath him. He soon feels Castiel's fur brush against his arms. Sam opens his waterlogged eyes, staring into his cat's. He smiles even if the tears run down his cheeks.
"How'd you get out here?"
"I let him out."
That was a voice he didn't recognize, and it came from right behind him. Sam stands up, alarmed. There's a man on his property. An elderly man with a scruffy beard. His clothes are strange, and he has an odd hat on his head that Sam's never seen before. It looks like a duck's bill! How very curious. Yet there's more to this man than meets the eye. He possesses strange appendages behind his back--wait, are those wings!? And he's glowing a little.
"Who--Who are you?" Sam gasps. "Do you need something?"
The man meekly scratches at the back of his neck. "This is gonna be awkward. No, I don't need anything, but I'm here to help you out, Sam."
"How do you know my name?"
"Right. Here comes the awkward part. Okay. Here goes. I'm your...ugh...Fairy Godfather. But please, for the love of God, call me Bobby."
This is getting more odd by the second! "Fairy Godfather? They don't exist. Magic doesn't exist. There's no such thing."
Bobby laughs. "Oh really now? A non believer? Okay. Follow me. I'm gonna help you out get to the ball."
How very...well, odd. Sam and Castiel follow quietly behind the man who claims to be a fictional magical entity. He must be dreaming. This has to be a dream. Because seriously...people don't have wings, and they don't hover three inches off the ground. He follows this "Bobby"--strange name--all the way to the garden to the pumpkin patch. Why are they here?
"Okay." Bobby announces. "Stand back."
Sam takes Castiel into his arms as he stakes a few strides back. He watches in wonder.
"Fragala-Magica, Darnit-Ga Fragela, Friggin-Ah Fraggelet Idgit!"
At first, nothing happens. Sam stares at Castiel; the cat only stares right back, seemingly sharing his confusion. Bobby chuckles nervously, and recites the near nonsensical phrase once more. This time, he wiggles his fingers out, shooting sparks of glowing energy at the lone pumpkin in the garden. The round object shines before rolling away towards the clear and open space. There, before Sam's eyes, he watches as the pumpkin grows larger and larger.
Just when it looks like it's about to burst, it changes into a beautiful, round carriage with silver and gold accents around the sides. There are windows on either sides of the doors of the carriage, and a seat for a coachman. In the back, there is room for two footmen. Sam stares wide eyed at the miracle in front of him. Everything that Bobby said is true! Magic is real and he...he really is--
"You really are my Fairy Godfather." Sam grins.
Bobby returns the action, flexing his fingers. "I'm one of a kind, My Boy. And so are you. I'm getting you to that ball. One way or another. Now, I need four mice."
"Four...mice?"
"I don't think I stuttered, Boy." Bobby puts his fingers to his lips and whistles once. Eventually, four white doves why by them, each dropping one mouse. "There. Four mice. Gather them up will you?"
"O--Okay." Sam puts Castiel down, but the cat hisses at the rodents. "Behave please. We need them...I think."
Searching for some sort of container, the lad soon finds an empty flower pot. He quickly puts all of the mice into the object. When Bobby directs him to place them into front of the carriage, he doesn't hesitate. Whatever he has in store must be grand. And if not, then that's just fine. As Sam gets clear, Bobby says his magical phrase out loud again, casting a strange glow on the flower pot. Just as he finishes the spell, four white horse pop into existence; the mice.
The horses prance around towards the front of the carriage, and after that, Bobby makes the reins appear on them. He sighs. "Okay. There's that. Two more to go. Now, two lizards."
Before he can even say anything on the matter, Bobby uses his magical powers to zap at to unlucky reptiles. Within seconds, the lizards are transformed into human beings. Well, people that closely resemble human beings. Their teeth are white and very sharp, and their eyes move about rapidly. Nonetheless, they politely bow and grin towards Sam and Bobby. If this is really a dream, then he never wants to awaken.
"Carriage? Check. Horses? Check. Footmen? Double check. Now, the last thing we need is a..." Bobby spots Castiel licking at his fur. "A cat."
"A cat?"
Meow!?
"Did I say cat? I meant coachman!"
Castiel attempts to run away from the magical being, but Bobby's magic is much faster than he is. The cat screeches as his body starts shifting. The grotesque sound of his bones reshaping themselves makes Sam cringe. But in a matter of seconds, the magical process is over. The lad looks down at his pet, surprised to see that he's now a human. Okay, human-like. He still has his tail and his furry ears sit atop of his skull now. It's all so wondrous!
"As that really you Castiel?" Samuel asks.
"I...believe so?" The shorter man says aloud, clasping his hands over his mouth. "I mean...meow?"
Bobby cackles. "Okay, okay. Enough talk. Get up there, Kitty. You have a carriage to drive, and you've got and ball to crash. Hop in."
"Bwah--Wait!"
"What? What's the matter?"
Sam looks down at his rags in distress. "My clothes...I can't go in like this."
"Hmm..." The scruffy man scratches at his beard. "You're right. How could I have missed it? Okay. I'll give you something great. Do a little spin for me, Kiddo."
Sam stops him before he does more. "Wait. Is it going to hurt?"
"No, not at all. Go on. Spin around, don't let me do all the work."
The young man smiles brightly, doing as he's told. As he spins, he closes his eyes and listens. Bobby's saying the magic words, yet he's adding more on. Soon, Sam gasps and he feels himself lift off the ground. The magic surrounds him; tiny sparkles reach out, dancing about in a flurry of movement. That's when it happens. The clothes he's wearing change shape and color; grey to baby blue. His tunic becomes longer and white; buttoned down.
His coat becomes the shade of baby blue just as the small shirt underneath of his regular one. It also touches past his pants, which have become a pitch black color. His hair is braided on both sides with tiny little flowers scattered throughout it. A small crown--no, diadem--sits graciously on his head. Yet the most peculiar thing is that his shoes are completely made of glass.
Sam is let down onto the ground soon enough, elated that his weight isn't breaking the shoes. But he is certain that because of the magice, they are virtually indestructible by weight. Even without a mirror, Sam knows how wonderful he looks because he even feels it! He pulls up his trench coat just a bit to look upon his glass shoes. Exquisite! That's the only word that comes to mind.
"Are they really made of glass?"
"Yup. They sure are. Don't worry. They're mostly safe...mostly. Time to go, Kiddo."
The footmen help Sam up into the pumpkin carriage (it's still very odd), and close the door behind him. That's when he remembers. "Lucifer! They'll notice me. How could I have been so stupid?"
Bobby waves his hand towards Sam, sending magic across his face. "Way ahead of you. Now you'll be completely unrecognizable to them. Oh, I forgot to mention. You must get out before the last stroke of midnight. The magic will expire, and everything will be as it was before. But besides that, go nuts."
"Thank you, Bobby." Samuel lets out a single tear of joy. "I'll heed your warning. Farewell."
"See ya later."
The grizzled old man signals for Castiel to handle the reins. The shocked cat takes command over the horses, leading the carriage up and away from the villa. Sam sits quietly inside of carriage, briefly contemplating on how this could end. If he plays the game right, he'll get inside and find and dance with Jensen. And if he's lucky, The King as well. But let's face it, all he really wants to see his new friend.
What a nice night it'll be.