Supernatural Death Note

Chapter One Hundred and Thirteen: The Jewelers

"Yeah, it's gotta be right for ya'll." Dean got out and headed towards the door. He stopped, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and grabbed the door knob.

Sam locked up the car and fell into step beside his brother. "Let's do it."

Dean quietly said, "Yeah," as they entered the building The rooms were elegant and very posh. The older Winchester felt as if he'd entered an alien land. He stood there looking around.

A young man in an elegant suit, with watch fob, came forward and asked if he could be of assistance. Dean's eyes grew wide as he looked at the suit and the chain with the watch part way in the pocket of the man's vest. His mouth opened a couple of times. Sam and the jeweler watched the green eyes close.

Sam started to ask the over-dressed man about rings, when Dean's hand touched his arm.

"It's okay, Sam. I need to see wedding sets...three piece in either white gold or platinum."

"Of course, sir, please follow me and take a seat. Is there a particular style that you are looking for?"

"I'll know it when I see it."

The salesman nodded, pulling chairs out for them. "I shall be right back."

The man returned with some very pretty rings with extremely small stones in them. Dean looked at them and picked up an engagement ring so he could see the stone in it.

"What are these?"

The man looked out the window at the car and back at Dean. "I assumed these would be suitable, Sir. The prices should be right."

Dean had seen the looks. "What?"

Sam leaned back in his seat. "Sir, I do believe a manager would be better suited to attend to our needs. Just because the vehicle is old, does not mean it has low value, and I do not appreciate being treated in such a manner."

"He insulted my baby? Look, asshole, that car is a 1967 Chevy Impala, and she runs like a dream. She's worth more in value than your vehicle probably costs. She's a classic, and I rebuilt her. I drive her because I prefer her. That doesn't mean I can't afford your damn rings."

At this point, the manager came running.

The younger brother explained the situation in terse terms and the manager shooed the salesman off, growling at him and telling the man that she would speak with him later. "My apologies, Sirs, this is not how I train my employees to act with customers. Now, let me put these away and you can tell me what it is you're hoping to find."

"I want a three piece wedding set, in either platinum or white gold. The woman's rings need to look like they belong together. I'd like them to look delicate.. really feminine, The man's ring can be plain. I don't really care about it. At least $1000.. I'm only doing this once. It's got to be right."

Sam looked at his brother as the manager went to find what Dean was looking for. "Where'd you learn those words?"

"I asked Ms. Hemings. She always wears nice rings."

The manager popped her head out from behind a counter. "Do you have a preference in stones?"

Dean looked up. The woman I am marrying is dark. I want a diamond on the engagement ring. If it has smaller stones around it like the band, I wouldn't mind small diamonds and rubies."

She nodded and disappeared again, coming back a short time later with several trays of rings. She took a seat on the other side of the table and set out the first tray.

Dean shook his head. "You don't understand. I know, with the Yoga, she could probably beat the crap out of me, but she's ... .to me, she's very much a lady. Delicate, gentle, and loving. It's got to be all of that."