Angels and Princes 4/6 (FIC)
Title: Angels and Princes 4/6
Rating: PG-13
Pairing and Characters: Dean/Castiel, Sam, Michael, John, Bobby
Spoilers: None- AU
Warnings: None I can think of
Word Count: ~3,000 (this chapter)
Summary: Castiel is a Nephilim living in the kingdom of Lawrence. King John has outlawed celestials and driven them out of Lawrence. Castiel has been sent to live with family friend Bobby who works for the royal family. He must hide his abilities while dealing with the oldest prince, Dean, after a chance meeting.
Notes: This is basically a parody of the Merlin world, with some Supernatural changes.
Previous
Castiel had assumed correctly. Dean spent the day like any other. He didn’t act like anything unusual had happened between them. The kiss seemed to have vanished from his memory. Part of Castiel was relieved, but the other part was nervous. Would it happen again? Were they never going to mention it? He didn’t know what to think.
Dean had just finished his lunch and Castiel was putting Dean’s clothing he had cleaned in his dresser. “So Dean,” Castiel looked at the seated prince, “how do you feel about celestials?”
Dean tilted his head. “What?”
Castiel turned to face him. “I mean, do you hate all of them? Do you agree with your dad that they should all be killed? How do you feel about them?”
He shrugged. “I don’t know Cas, I’ve never really met one. Unless you count Anna and she tried to kill me so…”
“You have to have some kind of opinion of them.”
“I don’t know.”
“Yes you do.” Castiel moved a little closer to Dean.
“You gonna tell my dad if I disagree with him?” Dean smiled.
Castiel put his hands on his chest. “Of course not. Who would I serve then?”
Dean laughed. “Okay.” He thought about his response for a while. Castiel could see him sifting through memories. A small smile formed on his face and he looked up, “I remember what my mom used to tell me about angels. She said they were here to watch over us, protect us. She said certain people were meant to be protected by them. That they would never be killed with an angel at their side.”
“There are bad ones too though.”
“You could say that about any form of life.” Dean seemed to snap out of his nostalgia. “I’m honestly more worried about the bad humans than the demons.” His eyes slowly slipped back to the fond expression they had before. “I remember when they used to walk among us. No one gave them a second thought. We didn’t have half the trouble we have now. I always like them to be honest. I don’t see why something so good needs to be hunted and killed.”
Castiel knew he had to be careful when bringing up his next point. “What about your mom’s death?” Dean’s eyes closed and his lips tightened. Castiel braced himself. “Your dad thinks angels were responsible.”
“Yeah.” Dean stood up. He opened his eyes to reveal a cold stare. “It would seem that way.”
“Do you believe it?”
“I don’t want to, but…” Dean shook his head. “I don’t know.” He walked around his desk and past Castiel.
They stood in silence for a minute. Castiel hadn’t really meant to bring up bad things for Dean, but he wanted to know where Dean stood on celestials. He tried to ease the dark mood the talk had taken. “You know, my mother used to tell me that freckles were angels leaving kisses on babies. They left them on the favored ones, the ones they really liked.” He saw Dean’s shoulders relax slightly and heard a low laugh. “Always kind of made me jealous though. I wanted freckles for a long time when I was younger, but she told me I was already special enough.”
Dean nodded. “My mom said the same thing. She always called me her little angel.” Castiel felt the weight of that statement more than Dean. If only Dean knew what his mother was really telling him. “I just wish I could’ve really been one for her, saved her somehow.”
“I know how you feel.”
Dean nodded again before turning to face him. His face gave away none of the emotion he had boiling underneath. “I’m gonna go take a ride with Kaz. If I don’t get out of this room, I’ll go insane.”
“You want me to come with you?”
“No,” Dean waved a hand, “I’ll be fine. I can’t go anywhere anyway.” He picked his coat off the bed beside him. “Besides, you need to shine my armor for tomorrow.” With a bright smile, Dean left Castiel to his work.
A few minutes later a light knock sounded on Dean’s door. “Dean?” Sam walked in, stopping when he saw Castiel. “Oh,” he smiled, “hi, is my brother nearby?”
“He went out for a ride.” Castiel had Dean’s chest plate on his lap. He wiped the already clean metal as he talked. “He was getting stir crazy.”
Sam laughed. “I’ll bet.” He walked up to Castiel and looked at the armor scattered on the floor. “He’s got you shining him up huh?”
“Yes, despite it already being nicer than anyone else’s he insists that I somehow make it better.”
“He’s probably just trying to keep you busy.” Sam pulled a chair over to sit beside Castiel.
“Are you competing tomorrow?”
“No, my dad won’t let me join yet.” He sighed. “I don’t know what he’s afraid of. Dean started in tournaments when he was younger than me and I’m bigger than half the guys competing.”
“You are rather large.” Castiel deadpanned.
Sam laughed. “Hey!”
“I’m sorry.” Castiel smiled. “I take it back.”
He smiled. “My dad told me to wait another year.” Sam ran a hand through his long hair. “I don’t really care that much. I just get a little bored.” He looked at Castiel and shifted in his seat. “So,” he cleared his throat, “Dean tells me that you sit in here and keep watch most nights. Is that true?”
Castiel shrugged. “Yes. Why?”
“Nothing.” Sam smiled like he had guessed right about something. “It’s just,” he chuckled, “what exactly do you think you could do that the guards or Dean couldn’t?”
“I don’t know.” Castiel didn’t know how to explain this without giving away his secret. “I just wanted to make it harder for Anna to catch Dean off guard.”
“Hm,” Sam stood up and walked back to the door. “Well, I’m glad he has someone like you watching him. You’ve already saved his life twice. No one else can make that claim.” He waved as he opened the door. “See you.”
Castiel lifted a rag-filled hand. He smiled at the thought of saving Dean more than anyone else.
That night, after spending the day thinking about Dean while he was gone, Castiel wanted to confront him about the kiss he was ignoring. “Dean, when are we going to talk about what happened?”
Dean turned to him in confusion. “What happened?”
“Yesterday, before you went to sleep?”
Dean shrugged. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Castiel let out a frustrated sigh. “Don’t play dumb. You know exactly what I’m talking about.”
“Sure.” Dean pulled his shirt off to get ready for bed. “Whatever you say.” He pulled the covers down on his bed.
“What is it?” Castiel tried to keep his eyes on Dean’s face and not his muscled chest. “Is it because I’m a servant? Because I’m a man?” Dean closed his eyes briefly and turned to face him. “What’s the problem?”
“Nothing happened yesterday.” Dean spoke in a voice that left no argument. “If you say differently, I’ll make sure you’re sent back to where you came from.”
Castiel met the glare he was getting with one of his own but looked deeper into his eyes. He saw something under there. As a Nephilim, he was able to usually see more of what people were really thinking or meaning to say. “It is because I’m a man.” Dean’s glare fell and he turned away with a huff. “If I was a woman, you wouldn’t care who knew that you kissed me.”
“We didn’t kiss Cas.” Dean was about to sit on the bed when Castiel spoke again.
“Well yeah. It was kind of a pathetic one anyway.” Castiel knew that would provoke him. It worked. Dean straightened and turned an irritated look to him. “I really wasn’t impressed.”
“Really?” Dean thought for sure Castiel was lying. “Then why won’t you shut up about it?”
“Because, kisses don’t just happen. Even bad ones.” Dean put his hands on his hips. “Don’t beat yourself up Dean. I’m sure you just haven’t had that much experience kissing anyone.” Castiel patted his arm in comfort. “It takes some practice.”
Dean raised his eyebrows in disbelief. “You don’t know anything about my experience Cas.”
“Oh, no,” Castiel spoke like a mother trying to soothe a child, “I’m sure you’re very good normally.” He turned to hide the smile on his face from Dean’s taken aback expression.
“You’re such an ass.” Dean practically growled at him.
“It’s okay Dean. I won’t tell anyone how horrible a kisser you are.” Castiel started to walk away when a strong hand grabbed the back of his shirt. He was thrown back into the wall and had Dean on him within a second.
Dean pressed his whole body into Castiel. Warm lips kissed him roughly as hand held his shoulders tight. Castiel moan softly at the surprise attack. Hands moved to grip his hair as Dean kissed him with a passion that made Castiel dizzy. He could do nothing but try to keep up with Dean’s demanding lips. Castiel finally moved his hands and held Dean’s bare sides.
A leg wormed its way between Castiel’s and pressed against him firmly. Castiel gasped. Dean used the chance to lick his way into Castiel’s mouth. Fingers weaved through Castiel’s hair and scraped his scalp, sending shivers down his spine. Castiel dug his fingers into Dean’s back and pulled him closer, crushing their bodies together. He sucked and bit at Dean’s full lips. Dean’s leg rubbed against Castiel slowly, earning a moan from Castiel.
“Dean.” Castiel whispered the name when they finally broke apart for air. He slipped his hands around to Dean’s chest and up to cup his face. Dean’s eyes were starting to look around like he was worried about being seen. Castiel distracted him by grinding down on his leg.
Dean groaned and pressed against him in another hard kiss. He pulled Castiel’s hair and licked the roof of his mouth, making Castiel moan against him. He then pulled back suddenly, leaving Castiel panting and confused. Dean smirked, “Bad kisser huh?” At Castiel’s open mouthed shock, Dean slipped under his covers and turned away from him.
Not wanting to seem too pathetic, Castiel pushed away from the wall and took his post beside Dean’s bed. He was further confused by Dean’s behavior. That kiss had been incredible and passionate. He definitely wanted more, but he didn’t know what Dean was trying to do.
The next day was the tournament and Castiel had to push what happened the night before to the back of his mind as he dressed Dean in his armor. Dean needed to focus today. Knights from all over were here to compete against the reigning champion: Dean. Guards where posted everywhere and all of Lawrence had come to watch their prince fight. Sam was sitting next to his father, looking more than a little nervous for his brother. Castiel was nervous too when he saw what some of the men looked like.
Dean won the first few rounds easily. There were only four knights left and Dean seemed more than ready. He was sitting in his tent with Castiel checking his armor and his still sore hand. “How do you feel?”
“I’m fine.” Dean stood up and picked his sword up from the bench he was sitting on. He held his arm out and Castiel handed him his helmet.
“You’ve got this Dean. No one can beat you.”
Dean gave a small smile. “Thanks Cas.” He put his helmet on and stepped out to a cheering crowd. Castiel looked through the curtains as Dean waved to the clapping people. He saw Sam cheering for his brother. Even the king was smiling.
Dean was against a knight that looked a couple years older than him. The fight lasted a long time. Helmets were knocked off and punches were thrown when they lost their weapons. Dean eventually won, but not before the other knight pulled his arm into an unnatural position.
Dean kept a blank expression until he entered the tent. He cried out in pain and frustration. “I think he dislocated my arm.” He growled in pain and sat down. Castiel got a hold of him and cracked it back in place. Dean cried out again but sighed in relief. “Thanks.”
“That will be sore for the final Dean.”
“You think genius?”
“Just be careful.”
“I’ll be fine.” Dean pulled his arm away from Castiel and grimaced at the sore muscles.
“Who are you up against now?”
Dean shook his head. “I don’t know. Uh,” he tried to remember the name, “Milligan I think. I’ve never seen him before.”
Castiel looked out of the tent. Milligan was standing outside his tent. Garth was his servant for the tournament and the knight was yelling at him about something. The man looked a few years older than Dean and a little shorter. He had dark hair and looked more built. Castiel slipped out of the tent. He heard Dean’s protest but he walked over to get a closer look. He heard the man’s voice when he got close enough.
“I don’t care. Just, get out of my sight. I don’t need your help.” The man rolled his blue eyes as Garth ran off. He didn’t see any bruises or cuts on him like Dean had currently. The man seemed to sense him and turned quickly to look at him. Castiel jumped. He thought he would get a barked order to leave but the man just looked at him…or through him. Castiel suddenly felt itchy and wanted to get away. The man’s head tilted in curiosity as Castiel took off.
Since he wasn’t looking, Castiel ran head first into Bobby. “Easy boy.” Castiel stepped back. “Shouldn’t you be with Dean right now?”
“Yeah, I was just scoping out the competition. Do you know anything about him?”
“No,” Bobby shook his head. “It’s weird. Usually we at least know where these guys come from. All I know about him is his name: Michael Milligan. He’s tough though. Took the other guys out quicker than anyone else I’ve ever seen. Dean better be ready.”
Castiel nodded and jogged back to Dean’s tent. He was looking out the curtain, watching the crowd. “Dean.” He jumped and turned.
“Don’t do that Cas.” Dean took a couple calming breaths. “What were you doing?”
“Nothing.” He moved over to look over Dean’s shoulder. Michael was walking into the arena. “I hear he’s pretty tough Dean.”
“You think I can’t take him?”
“Just be careful.”
Dean took a deep breath and stepped out into the afternoon sun when his name was called. Castiel followed him out until he passed the stone wall. He watched from the entryway.
When the fight started, Michael charged Dean with more energy than any knight should have after all the fighting he had been doing. Dean met him adequately enough. The two men fought for a long time, longer than any of Michael’s previous fights had lasted. But Dean was tired and hurt. Soon he started to take hits from the other knight. He was knocked down more than once.
Michael had thrown his helmet off early on and Castiel could see the pure rage and hatred he saw swimming in those eyes. He wondered what had happened to make Michael so angry. After Michael kicked Dean’s feet out from under him again, Castiel heard the familiar shrill noise that he heard with Anna and saw Michael’s eyes glow with blue light. Castiel had to cover his ears from the loud sound. He saw Dean grimace and hunch over in pain.
Dean coughed and Castiel saw blood fall over his lips. Michael smiled cruelly and made a fist with his hand and his eyes flared again. Dean cried out and coughed more blood. Michael then picked up his sword and raised it above Dean. He thrusted down. “NO!” Castiel cried out and felt grace pulse through him. He sent Michael flying back with a move of his hand.
Michael landed on his back on the opposite side of the arena. The crowd gasped and stood up. Castiel ran out and knelt beside Dean. Michael stood up and looked at Castiel with renewed anger. Dean had stopped coughing and looked at Castiel in confusion. Michael was getting closer. He heard the king calling for the guards to intervene. Castiel stood to meet Michael.
“Nephilim, I thought I smelled your kind nearby.” Michael stopped a couple feet from Dean.
“Back off. You will not touch Dean.” Castiel was proud how strong his voice sounded. He knew he was up against a full angel and could be killed easily.
“We’ll see.” Michael smiled and snapped his fingers. Dean grunted and started coughing again.
Seeing red, Castiel responded with a fury that surprised even him. He charged Michael but stopped short and kicked out with his grace. Michael stumbled back like he had been punched. Castiel curled his hands and sent Michael to his knees in pain. “Leave or I will kill you.”
The guards took hold of Castiel and he lashed out, sending them flying back. He looked back to see Michael had disappeared. He looked back and saw Dean looking up from the ground with a shocked expression. “Seize him!” John was pointing at Castiel. “The celestial will be killed tomorrow.” A cheer rang out from the crowd.
Dean pushed up from the ground and looked at his dad like he would protest but held his tongue. Guards pulled at Castiel roughly and shackled his hands. Castiel didn’t fight them. Dean was safe for now and that was all that mattered. He was thrown into the same cell he had been in after meeting Dean the first time. All he worried about was who would protect Dean after he was killed.
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