\\LATER THAT NIGHT//

Music and dancing filled the ballroom.

It was so lively and wonderful.

The music faded and everyone clapped.

One of the palace staff stood in front of the crowd and announced Sam and Dean's arrival.

"King Sam of Arendelle!" He announced as
Sam stood next to him.

"Prince Dean of Arendelle!" He stated and

Dean ran up to them, standing a far away distance from Sam.
The man walked up to him and dragged him next to Sam.

"Uh- you sure? Cause I don't think I'm supposed to-- okay."

Dean looked at the space between he and his brother and stepped a bit further from him. He hadn't seen Sam this close in forever.

Soon, another song filled the ballroom and everyone began dancing yet again. Sam had calmed down a bit. He was wearing his gloves and nothing could go wrong. Almost over-- it was all almost over. Just a few more hours.

He hadn't seen Dean in forever. He needed to talk to his brother...what should he say? Wait--no. He can't talk to Dean. It might set him off. Dean might ask questions. And he couldn't afford to trigger his memory.

But he needed to say something! Anything!

Sam took a deep breath and smiled.

"Hi."

Dean's eyes widened. He looked around to see if Sam had been talking to someone else.

"Wha-- Hi? H-hi-- hi me?" He barely managed to say.

"You look handsome tonight."

"Thank you! You look handsomer! Well not-- just. You look more handsome-- is what I meant." Dean blushed.

Sam chuckled and looked around the room.

"So this is what a party looks like huh?"

Dean nodded and also looked around.

"It's warmer than I thought." He replied.

"And what is that amazing smell?" Sam asked.

They both took in a deep breath.

"Mmm pie!" They said in sync. They both giggled and Dean was about to say something when someone cleared their throat.

They both looked to see their butler gesturing towards an older woman.

"Your Majesty. The lady of Weasletown."

"Weselton! The lady of Weselton." She interrupted. Their butler shrugged and walked away.

"Your Majesty, as your closets partner in trading, it seems only fitting that I offer you your first dance as King." She said as she curtsied and extend her hand. Sam smiled and shook his head.

"Thank you. . .only I don't dance. " The Lady looked up sadly and sighed. Sam smirked when he thought of something.

"But my brother does."

Dean quickly looked up in shock. He tried to protest but once again, he was cut off.

"Lucky you." She said as she wrapped her arm around his and began dragging him away.

"Oh I don't think-- "

"If you swoon let me know, I'll catch you."

Dean glared at Sam behind him.

"Sorry." Sam whispered to him through giggles.

// Dean's POV

This woman was crazy! How could she move like this at her age? She was jumping around him, pretending to be a chicken or something.

"Speaking of, so great to have the gates open. Why did they shut them in the first place?
Do you know the reason? Hmm?" She asked, eyeing Dean up and down. Dean thought for a moment before shaking his head.

"No. . ."

"Oh alright. Hang on!" She said as she wrapped her arms around his waist and dipped him backwards.

"They don't call me the little dipper for nothing!" She laughed.

Dean caught Sam's eye. He was just staring at them, laughing. Dean glared at him again but couldn't help but smile. She pulled him back up and finished their dance.

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Dean walked back over to Sam after a while, extremely tired from that last dance.

"Whenever you're ready for another round sire!" The duchess called out. Sam laughed as
Dean finally met him back where they were.

"Well she was spindly." He giggled. Dean rolled his eyes and nodded.

"Especially for an 80 year old in three inch heels!"

They laughed together for a while before Dean sighed and looked over at Sam.

"I wish it could be like this all the time."

Sam smirked.

"What? You dancing with an 80 year old in three inch high heels?"

Dean playfully punch his arm and laughed.

"No! This! Us together as a family, having parties and enjoying each others company!"

Sam smiled fondly.

"Me too. . ." He began but then his eyes widened a bit and he stepped back. "But it can't."

Dean's smile faded.

"But, why not I-- " He reached out towards Sam but he was quickly pushed away.

"It just. Can't." Sam stated clearly, looking away from Dean.

Dean could feel tears forming in his eyes. He could feel the lump in his throat getting bigger.

"Excuse me. . ." Dean sniffled before walking away. He walked into the crowd, pushing past a few people as he wiped the tear from his face.

Apparently, someone was introducing themselves because next to Dean, a rather large man bowed and bumped him over.

"Whoa!" Dean yelled as he fell, but someone caught him before he did. Dean quickly looked up and smiled at who he saw.

"Bela. . ." he sighed. Bela smiled down at him.

"Glad I caught you." She said before placing her glass of wine back on a plate and pulling Dean up into a dance. Suddenly, Dean's tears had just vanished.

They danced together for a while before walking out into the gardens to talk. At one point, Dean had accidentally punched her nose but they just laughed it off.

"What's this?" Bela asked at one point, gesturing towards a white streak in Dean's hair.

"Oh this? I was born with it...although I dreamt I was kissed by a troll." He laughed.

"I like it."

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"Yea yea! The whole thing!" Dean laughed as he watched Bela stuff her face with chocolate, and she did it. They laughed for a while before

Dean finally spoke up.

"Okay, so you have how many sisters?"

Bela finished the chocolate and sighed.

"12 older sisters. Two of them, pretended I was invisible. Literally! For two years!"

Dean gasped and shook his head.

"That's horrible."

Bela shrugged and looked away.

"It's what sisters do."

"And brothers..." Dean shrugged. Bela looked back at him, looking for an explanation.

"Sam and I were really close when we were little until one day...he just shut me out." He sighed as he looked down at his hands. Bela smiled at him and placed her hands over Dean's.

"I would never shut you out."

Dean looked up at her and smiled. She was so great. . .well that's what he thought anyways.

And then all of a sudden, he felt like singing. . .he didn't know why he was doing that so much today but it just felt like the right thing to do.

"Can-- Can I say something crazy?" He sighed.

Bela smiled widely and nodded.

"I love crazy."

Dean stood up and began to sing.

"All my life has been a series of doors in my face. And then suddenly I bump into you. . ."

Bela stood up with a wide smile.

"I was thinking the same thing. I mean I've been searching my whole life to find my own place...and maybe it's the party talking, or the chocolate fondue."

She winked at Dean.

Dean blushed and began walking away.

"But with you...

"But with you...I found my place...

"I see your face...

"And it's nothing like I've ever known before..."

They ran up a few stairs and onto a small tower's balcony.

"Love is an open door!

"Love is an open door!

"Love is an open door...

"With you...

"With you...

"With you...

"Love is an open door...

They climbed onto the roof of a house and stared up at the stars.

"I mean it's crazy." Bela sang looking over at him.

"What?" Dean asked.

"We finish each others-- "

"Sandwiches!" Dean smiled before jumping off the roof.

"That's what I was gonna say!" Bela called after him.

"I've never met someone who thinks so much like me!

"Jinx! Double jinx!

"Our mental synchronization...can't have but one explanation.

"You

"And I...

"Were just meant to be!"

Dean took her hand and lead her into a dance.

"Say goodbye, to the pain of the past...we don't have to feel it anymore!"

They ran up on a cliff underneath a water fall and danced.

"Love is an open door!

"Love is an open door!

"Life can be so much more,

"With you...

"With you...

"With you!

"Love is an open door..."

They sang and formed their hands into a heart with the moon.
Dean sighed and looked over at Bela with a shy smile.

"Can I say something crazy?" Bela asked quickly.

Dean nodded.

"Will you marry me?" She said kneeling down on one knee.

Dean gasped and smiled widely.

"Can I say something even crazier?"

Bela nodded.

"Yes!"