(FIC)SPN_Part of Your World 1/6
Title: Part of Your World
Author: Ruby Standish
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairing: Sam/Gabriel, Dean, Castiel, Balthazar, Bobby, Michael, Chuck, Lilith, and guest appears by many more.
Word Count:
Warnings: Rating is for adult themed subject and mild language, with befit nudity.
Spoilers: None, if you know the show and characters, then you’re good to go.
Author's Notes: This was written for the Once Upon a Sabriel challenge.
Disclaimer: I do not have anything to do with Supernatural or The Little Mermaid. I am not getting paid for this in anyway.
Summary: Prince Gabriel, of the Kingdom Above the Clouds, have just found his true love. There’s a problem though, he’s Prince Sam Winchester, of the Kingdom Below the Clouds, and he’s human. Gabriel, however, will do whatever it takes to be with him, even if that means making a deal with the Mountain Witch.
***
The meeting was over; the High Lords and Ladies of the Kingdom Above the Clouds left the great hall after bowing one at a time to King Michael and his two brothers, Lucifer and Raphael. There were sometimes that Michael hated the way things were done in the kingdom, fore with every nod that turned to a bow his wish that they would all just bow at once and leave together grew bigger. He hadn’t even really been paying attention to the meeting, his worry for his youngest brother was weighing too heavily on his mind; they all knew about this meeting and how important it was.
Finally the last guest left. Michael didn’t even give Lucifer and Raphael the chances to stand from their chairs before he was asking the question that was on his mind the whole meeting, “Where is Gabriel?”
***
Prince Gabriel slowly opened the door to the great hall as he stuck his head inside to look around. He’d always hated the fact that to get pretty much anywhere in the castle, you had to go through the great hall first, and right now he wanted to just be in his room; anywhere where Michael wouldn’t find him.
“Is it clear?” His friend, Castiel, asked from behind him.
He gave one more glance with his golden eyes before nodding, “Yes, but we have to move quietly.” He pulled his wings together and as close to his body as he could, and waved to Castiel to do the same before entering the hall. Although he didn’t see anyone, he kept low hoping to get across before someone saw them. Gabriel glanced up to the thrones sitting at the end of the hall, all four of them sat empty and for that he was thankful; he had been sure that his brothers would be sitting there waiting for his return. He had forgotten all about the meeting today and if he knew Michael, his oldest brother was not going to be happy with him, especially if he found out where Gabriel had been instead of at the meeting.
Gabriel heard the ruffle of feathers but he didn’t dare to stop and look around. He was so close to the door that would lead him to safety. So close and then…a cry of pain sounded from behind him.
He turned about to yell at his friend, but stopped when he found the reason behind the shout. Castiel stood frozen to the ground, one of his wings held by Michael’s adviser, Balthazar; whose own wings stretched out behind him as he landed.
“And just where have you two been?” He asked, his eyes hoping between the two of them.
“Hello to you too, Balthie,” Gabriel said with a grin.
“Balthazar, could you please let go of my wing?” Castiel asked, as he bent his body at a very uncomfortable looking angle.
Balthazar eyed the younger angel as if he was going to yell at him instead, but then he just sighed, shook his head and let go of the black wing. “You,” he pointed to Gabriel, “are in serious trouble.”
Gabriel just shrugged. “So I missed one little meeting. I don’t see what the big deal is.”
“The big deal?” Came a voice from behind him.
Gabriel silently cursed Balthazar; he’d been almost home free, but now he would have to face his brother. He slowly turned to face the older angel. “Hello, Michael.”
“Don’t you even try to get out of this one. You knew how important this meeting was to me, it would have been nice to have the support of all of my brothers. Lucifer was even there and he would rather die than come to one of my meetings.”
“I know, I know…”
“If you knew, then why weren’t you here?”
Gabriel didn’t answer,. He couldn’t think of a story to tell him, and there was no way that he was going to tell him the truth: that he had totally forgotten all about the meeting and only remembered when he and Castiel saw the High Lords and Ladies leaving the castle.
“Well, I….hum…”
“Oh, please don’t be mad at him, Your Highness,” Castiel said, giving a bow to Michael. “You see, we just lost track; there was so much going on. There was this eagle that actually came up above the clouds, and then there was just so much to look at, and then Chuck.....”
Gabriel flapped his wing, hitting Castiel in the face.It was always the same: Castiel would never talk, and then when he did decid to speak up, it was when Gabriel would prefer for him to stay quiet. Gabriel looked at Michael; his brother was staring at Castiel, who was trying to push Gabriel’s feathers out of his face.
“Where were you?” Michael asked.
“Nowhere, Castiel doesn’t know what he’s talking about. We were just flying around, and we lost track of time.”
“But Gabriel…”
“Quiete!” he snapped at his friend, hoping that Castiel would get the picture. It seemed to work, as the younger angel wrapped his wings around himself as if trying to hide from the three other people in the room. Gabriel gave a grin at his friend but it was too late, it was clear that Michael knew where they had been. Gabriel sighed as he stood tall, raising his head high.He was ready for whatever his brother and king was about to throw at him.
“I’m assigning Balthazar to watch over you.” It was all Michael said before turning to leave that hall.
Gabriel’s shoulders dropped, he hadn’t been ready for that.
He glanced over his shoulder at the adviser; Balthazar had a smug look on his face as he stared between the two of them. “Wait a minuete!” Gabriel shouted, with a few flaps of his wings he was in front of Michael before the king was at the door. “You’re joking, right?”
“I’m not the joker in this family Gabriel, you are and I’m getting tired of your jokes, your games, and you missing every meeting that I’ve asked you to come to.”
“But you asked me to come to so many of them, I can’t keep track.”
“So many? How many meetings do I asked my dear brother to attend Balthazar?”
“One or two a year, sire, for the past five years,” Balthazar answered.
“One or two a year, and that’s too many for you to keep track of?” Michael shook his head, “No, I’ve made up my mind Gabriel. Balthazar will follow you and makes sure that you will stay out of trouble, show up to meetings when I ask you to, and most of all keep you and Castiel away from the borderline of the clouds. Is that clear?”
“Yes, Your Highness,” Castiel answered, bowing low.
Gabriel glared at his friend; Castiel didn’t even put up a fight, although he knew that Michael would win even if they did. He would try one more thing though, “But what about you? Don’t you need your adviser…?”
“Is. That. Clear?”
“But surely....”
“Gabriel.”
Gabriel hesitated but he finally bowed to his brother, over-acting just a little, flaring his wings out behind him, waving his arm in a big arch over his head, and going so low that his forehead almost touched the ground. “Yes, Your Majesty.” When Gabriel looked back up Michael looked like he was about to sentence him to prison, or maybe just lock him in his room until he “learned his lesson”. Instead Michael just nodded his head at Balthazar and left. Gabriel waited until the door shut behind his brother before turning to the adviser, ready to say something.
“Don’t even think about it my prince, I plan to follow your brother's orders and there isn't anything you can say to change my mind.” Balthazar stepped to the side, clearing the path to the door that led to the stairs to the sleeping quarters, “Now, if you please, I believe that your brothers will want you to join them for dinner soon. Perhaps you should both make yourselves a little more presentable.”
Gabriel glanced at Castiel before heading to the doors;. Castiel just fell into step next to him not saying a word. Balthazar moved behind them, making Gabriel feel like he was being led off to a cell somewhere. A grin spread across his lips, this was one jail that he was going to get out of.
~*~
King Dean, of the Kingdom Below the Clouds, waved to the carriage pulling out of the courtyard. Once it was gone he turned and headed into the castle, he didn't get far before his adviser and old friend, Robert found him.
“He didn't show up again.”
It wasn't a question, Dean knew, it was a statement that he heard every time he invited a king and princess from another kingdom to have lunch with him and his brother. And just like every time, his younger brother was nowhere to be found.
~*~
Sam slowly made his way through the castle's halls, greeting and nodding his head to the servants he walked by. He was just about to turn the corner to the hall that led to his room when he heard his name being called.
He turned to the voice, “Good day, Robert.”
The older man stared at him. “It won't be so good after your brother is through with you.”
Sam was confused, “Why is he mad this time?”
“Does the Lady Madison ring any bells?”
Sam sighed as he hit himself on the forehead, “I forgot all about the lunch. That was today?” Robert just nodded and turned to leave, Sam didn't need Robert to tell him to follow. There was no doubt that he was leading Sam to his brother's study where they would find Dean. He took one more glance down the hall where the safety of his room was calling for him to make a run for it, but he knew his brother: Dean would just have the door broken down.
Sure enough, after following Robert through halls and around corners, they came upon the door to Dean's study. Robert knocked on it two times and leaned forwards, “Your Highness, it's me. I found him.”
“Come in.”
Sam almost turned and left, he could tell by the sound in his brother's voice that Dean was not happy. "If you leave now, I'm not covering for you," Robert said. Sam grinned; it was a little creepy how the old adviser knew what they were thinking. Robert opened the door and moved to the side, letting Sam go first. It was clear that he didn't want to be in the middle of the fire that was about to start between Sam and his brother.
Dean didn't even give him time to enter the room all the way, "Where were you?!" He shouted from where he was leaning on his desk, maps strewn all over the place.
"Hello to you too, brother," Sam said as he dropped into the chair across from Dean. They had done this dance a thousand times and this time would be no different.
"I told you that we were having guests over today for a lunch. Where were you?"
"I was in town, I'm sorry. I honestly forgot about the Lady Madison and her father joining us today, I thought it was tomorrow."
Dean shook his head, "How is it that you know everything about this kingdom - you even know more than me - but when it comes to a simple lunch meeting with one of the lords of the kingdom and his daughter, you forget?" Dean took his seat behind the desk folding his hands in front of him.
Sam knew that he was waiting for an answer but he didn't know what to tell him. He couldn't tell him the truth: that he had remembered the meeting for today and that he just didn't want to come to it. "I'm sorry that you didn't get to introduce me to yet another lady of the court." He glared at his brother, it was no secret to Sam why Dean have been setting up these lunch and dinner meetings with lords of the kingdom, and why he insisted that they bring their daughters with them. Most of those lords believed that it's because Dean was looking for a queen, but it's really because he was looking for wife for Sam.
Dean was still trying to play the big brother, and somewhere he somehow got it into his head that if he could find Sam a wife he would settle down and not go looking for any kind of adventures. Sam really wanted to know who told him that, because the last thing he wanted Dean's help with was finding someone to settle down with.
"Lady Madison is a very nice woman, and very beautiful too; she would have been perfect for you."
Sam chuckled, Dean wasn't even hiding it anymore, "That's what you said about the last four girls that you've tried to have me meet and I'm sure that they were all very beautiful and very kind and nice but they just weren't my type."
Dean frowned at that, "What do you mean they're not your type? You didn't even meet them." Sam just shrugged. Dean sighed, "Why don't you tell me what your type is so that way I can help you better."
Robert snorted from the corner that he was standing in; Sam had forgotten that he was even there. "Don't you mean so that I can help him better?"
Sam grinned. Robert was probably the only person in the kingdom that could get away with talking to him and his brother like that, and that was only because he had been such a good friend to their father. It was true though, Robert was doing most of the searching for the ladies of the kingdom.
"Well?"
His attention was drawn back to Dean. "Well, what?"
"What's your type? What are you looking for? And please don't tell me it's one of those 'true love at first sight' stories that mother used to read to us."
That wasn't it at all, but he couldn't tell Dean that; he couldn't tell his brother that when he was joking with the knights and lords of the court about watching the ladies walk the halls of the castle, he would rather prefer to be watching the knights out on the training field.
"I got it!" Dean shouted, making Sam jump in his seat.
"Got what?"
"Your birthday is coming up."
"Yes...," Sam could already tell that he wasn't going to like where this was going.
"We'll throw a ball for your birthday and invite everyone from far and wide to come, you're sure to find someone then."
Dean looked very pleased with himself for coming up with the idea and Sam didn't really have the heart to tell him to forget about so, instead, as Dean and Robert started planning the big event, he very slowly and very carefully left the room.
He was out the door, safe, but unsure of how long before the others would realized that he's gone. They could plan a ball if that what they wanted to do, but he wouldn't have anything to do with it. He wasn't even sure if he would show up.That would show Dean to try and play matchmaker. The whole thing was just starting to get on Sam's nerves: that Dean was so worried about whom he was going to marry and not more concerned about himself was worrying Sam. After all it was Dean that needed an heir for the throne.
He quickly made his way through the corridors. Once to the place where Robert had cornered him, he paused. He glanced down the hall to where his chamber was and back up the way he had just come. With the way that Dean and Robert were talking as he left, he knew it was only a matter of time before they came looking for him again. He sighed as he turned down another hallway and headed for the pathway out of the castle; he couldn't be here right now. He needed fresh air, he needed sunlight, and he needed to go to the tavern.
~*~
Once at the tavern Sam went right to his table. He wasn’t sure when it had become his table, but the innkeeper and her daughter made sure that whenever he was there, no one else was sitting there and if there was, they would chase them to another table.
“You’re here late, my lord.”
“Please Joanna, I’ve told you not to call me that.” He smiled at the young barmaid as she set a glass in front of him. The fact that they didn’t even need to ask him what to get him told Sam that he was here way too much, and for a prince at that.
She grinned back, “And I’ve told you not to call me that.”
Sam took the drink and nodded to Joanna’s mother standing behind the bar counter. As he took a sip he studied the people that were there. Being the only tavern in the main city of the kingdom, they were normally busy but tonight was different. Besides a group over in the corner by the fire, there were very few people there. He could remember the names of some of the people gathered around the fire; many of them were hunters and woodmen, who would come to town to recount their journeys. Others were adventurers, much like himself, always looking for something new to quest for. The rest were a few knights, who had tonight off from watch duty. The last man though, the one that everyone else was paying so much attention to, Sam didn’t know him. At least, he had never seen him before in town.
Sam got Joanna’s attention as she walked by. “Who is that guy?”
“His name is Rufus; he’s been here for awhile. He’s been going on about those creatures that live above the clouds.”
“Creatures above the clouds?”
She gave him a shocked look. “Don’t tell me that you’ve never heard of them.” Sam shook his head. “Then you need to talk to him, I think you would like to hear what he has to say.”
She was gone before Sam could ask her anything else but she had sparked his curiosity. How could he have lived in this kingdom his whole life and never heard about creatures that live above the clouds? There was just no way, no one could live up there; the air was too thin and it got too cold up on the mountains. Sam glanced back to the group, he wanted to go over there but in the back of his mind he knew this was one of the reasons why Dean worried about him. He was always running off on some kind of adventure and if Dean found out about this one, Sam would never hear the end of it.
He could go over there…or he could go back to the castle and let Dean and Robert attack him with a thousand questions about what he would want for the ball. He nodded his head, making up his mind; he took another sip before standing and making his way to the group. The knights made room for him in between them and introduced him to the man telling the stories.
“So, you’ve never heard about the angels, the Kingdom Above the Clouds, or King Michael?” Rufus asked. Sam just shook his head. For some reason this caused Rufus to laugh, “Well, my lord, do I have a tale to tell you.”
Author: Ruby Standish
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairing: Sam/Gabriel, Dean, Castiel, Balthazar, Bobby, Michael, Chuck, Lilith, and guest appears by many more.
Word Count:
Warnings: Rating is for adult themed subject and mild language, with befit nudity.
Spoilers: None, if you know the show and characters, then you’re good to go.
Author's Notes: This was written for the Once Upon a Sabriel challenge.
Disclaimer: I do not have anything to do with Supernatural or The Little Mermaid. I am not getting paid for this in anyway.
Summary: Prince Gabriel, of the Kingdom Above the Clouds, have just found his true love. There’s a problem though, he’s Prince Sam Winchester, of the Kingdom Below the Clouds, and he’s human. Gabriel, however, will do whatever it takes to be with him, even if that means making a deal with the Mountain Witch.
***
The meeting was over; the High Lords and Ladies of the Kingdom Above the Clouds left the great hall after bowing one at a time to King Michael and his two brothers, Lucifer and Raphael. There were sometimes that Michael hated the way things were done in the kingdom, fore with every nod that turned to a bow his wish that they would all just bow at once and leave together grew bigger. He hadn’t even really been paying attention to the meeting, his worry for his youngest brother was weighing too heavily on his mind; they all knew about this meeting and how important it was.
Finally the last guest left. Michael didn’t even give Lucifer and Raphael the chances to stand from their chairs before he was asking the question that was on his mind the whole meeting, “Where is Gabriel?”
***
Prince Gabriel slowly opened the door to the great hall as he stuck his head inside to look around. He’d always hated the fact that to get pretty much anywhere in the castle, you had to go through the great hall first, and right now he wanted to just be in his room; anywhere where Michael wouldn’t find him.
“Is it clear?” His friend, Castiel, asked from behind him.
He gave one more glance with his golden eyes before nodding, “Yes, but we have to move quietly.” He pulled his wings together and as close to his body as he could, and waved to Castiel to do the same before entering the hall. Although he didn’t see anyone, he kept low hoping to get across before someone saw them. Gabriel glanced up to the thrones sitting at the end of the hall, all four of them sat empty and for that he was thankful; he had been sure that his brothers would be sitting there waiting for his return. He had forgotten all about the meeting today and if he knew Michael, his oldest brother was not going to be happy with him, especially if he found out where Gabriel had been instead of at the meeting.
Gabriel heard the ruffle of feathers but he didn’t dare to stop and look around. He was so close to the door that would lead him to safety. So close and then…a cry of pain sounded from behind him.
He turned about to yell at his friend, but stopped when he found the reason behind the shout. Castiel stood frozen to the ground, one of his wings held by Michael’s adviser, Balthazar; whose own wings stretched out behind him as he landed.
“And just where have you two been?” He asked, his eyes hoping between the two of them.
“Hello to you too, Balthie,” Gabriel said with a grin.
“Balthazar, could you please let go of my wing?” Castiel asked, as he bent his body at a very uncomfortable looking angle.
Balthazar eyed the younger angel as if he was going to yell at him instead, but then he just sighed, shook his head and let go of the black wing. “You,” he pointed to Gabriel, “are in serious trouble.”
Gabriel just shrugged. “So I missed one little meeting. I don’t see what the big deal is.”
“The big deal?” Came a voice from behind him.
Gabriel silently cursed Balthazar; he’d been almost home free, but now he would have to face his brother. He slowly turned to face the older angel. “Hello, Michael.”
“Don’t you even try to get out of this one. You knew how important this meeting was to me, it would have been nice to have the support of all of my brothers. Lucifer was even there and he would rather die than come to one of my meetings.”
“I know, I know…”
“If you knew, then why weren’t you here?”
Gabriel didn’t answer,. He couldn’t think of a story to tell him, and there was no way that he was going to tell him the truth: that he had totally forgotten all about the meeting and only remembered when he and Castiel saw the High Lords and Ladies leaving the castle.
“Well, I….hum…”
“Oh, please don’t be mad at him, Your Highness,” Castiel said, giving a bow to Michael. “You see, we just lost track; there was so much going on. There was this eagle that actually came up above the clouds, and then there was just so much to look at, and then Chuck.....”
Gabriel flapped his wing, hitting Castiel in the face.It was always the same: Castiel would never talk, and then when he did decid to speak up, it was when Gabriel would prefer for him to stay quiet. Gabriel looked at Michael; his brother was staring at Castiel, who was trying to push Gabriel’s feathers out of his face.
“Where were you?” Michael asked.
“Nowhere, Castiel doesn’t know what he’s talking about. We were just flying around, and we lost track of time.”
“But Gabriel…”
“Quiete!” he snapped at his friend, hoping that Castiel would get the picture. It seemed to work, as the younger angel wrapped his wings around himself as if trying to hide from the three other people in the room. Gabriel gave a grin at his friend but it was too late, it was clear that Michael knew where they had been. Gabriel sighed as he stood tall, raising his head high.He was ready for whatever his brother and king was about to throw at him.
“I’m assigning Balthazar to watch over you.” It was all Michael said before turning to leave that hall.
Gabriel’s shoulders dropped, he hadn’t been ready for that.
He glanced over his shoulder at the adviser; Balthazar had a smug look on his face as he stared between the two of them. “Wait a minuete!” Gabriel shouted, with a few flaps of his wings he was in front of Michael before the king was at the door. “You’re joking, right?”
“I’m not the joker in this family Gabriel, you are and I’m getting tired of your jokes, your games, and you missing every meeting that I’ve asked you to come to.”
“But you asked me to come to so many of them, I can’t keep track.”
“So many? How many meetings do I asked my dear brother to attend Balthazar?”
“One or two a year, sire, for the past five years,” Balthazar answered.
“One or two a year, and that’s too many for you to keep track of?” Michael shook his head, “No, I’ve made up my mind Gabriel. Balthazar will follow you and makes sure that you will stay out of trouble, show up to meetings when I ask you to, and most of all keep you and Castiel away from the borderline of the clouds. Is that clear?”
“Yes, Your Highness,” Castiel answered, bowing low.
Gabriel glared at his friend; Castiel didn’t even put up a fight, although he knew that Michael would win even if they did. He would try one more thing though, “But what about you? Don’t you need your adviser…?”
“Is. That. Clear?”
“But surely....”
“Gabriel.”
Gabriel hesitated but he finally bowed to his brother, over-acting just a little, flaring his wings out behind him, waving his arm in a big arch over his head, and going so low that his forehead almost touched the ground. “Yes, Your Majesty.” When Gabriel looked back up Michael looked like he was about to sentence him to prison, or maybe just lock him in his room until he “learned his lesson”. Instead Michael just nodded his head at Balthazar and left. Gabriel waited until the door shut behind his brother before turning to the adviser, ready to say something.
“Don’t even think about it my prince, I plan to follow your brother's orders and there isn't anything you can say to change my mind.” Balthazar stepped to the side, clearing the path to the door that led to the stairs to the sleeping quarters, “Now, if you please, I believe that your brothers will want you to join them for dinner soon. Perhaps you should both make yourselves a little more presentable.”
Gabriel glanced at Castiel before heading to the doors;. Castiel just fell into step next to him not saying a word. Balthazar moved behind them, making Gabriel feel like he was being led off to a cell somewhere. A grin spread across his lips, this was one jail that he was going to get out of.
~*~
King Dean, of the Kingdom Below the Clouds, waved to the carriage pulling out of the courtyard. Once it was gone he turned and headed into the castle, he didn't get far before his adviser and old friend, Robert found him.
“He didn't show up again.”
It wasn't a question, Dean knew, it was a statement that he heard every time he invited a king and princess from another kingdom to have lunch with him and his brother. And just like every time, his younger brother was nowhere to be found.
~*~
Sam slowly made his way through the castle's halls, greeting and nodding his head to the servants he walked by. He was just about to turn the corner to the hall that led to his room when he heard his name being called.
He turned to the voice, “Good day, Robert.”
The older man stared at him. “It won't be so good after your brother is through with you.”
Sam was confused, “Why is he mad this time?”
“Does the Lady Madison ring any bells?”
Sam sighed as he hit himself on the forehead, “I forgot all about the lunch. That was today?” Robert just nodded and turned to leave, Sam didn't need Robert to tell him to follow. There was no doubt that he was leading Sam to his brother's study where they would find Dean. He took one more glance down the hall where the safety of his room was calling for him to make a run for it, but he knew his brother: Dean would just have the door broken down.
Sure enough, after following Robert through halls and around corners, they came upon the door to Dean's study. Robert knocked on it two times and leaned forwards, “Your Highness, it's me. I found him.”
“Come in.”
Sam almost turned and left, he could tell by the sound in his brother's voice that Dean was not happy. "If you leave now, I'm not covering for you," Robert said. Sam grinned; it was a little creepy how the old adviser knew what they were thinking. Robert opened the door and moved to the side, letting Sam go first. It was clear that he didn't want to be in the middle of the fire that was about to start between Sam and his brother.
Dean didn't even give him time to enter the room all the way, "Where were you?!" He shouted from where he was leaning on his desk, maps strewn all over the place.
"Hello to you too, brother," Sam said as he dropped into the chair across from Dean. They had done this dance a thousand times and this time would be no different.
"I told you that we were having guests over today for a lunch. Where were you?"
"I was in town, I'm sorry. I honestly forgot about the Lady Madison and her father joining us today, I thought it was tomorrow."
Dean shook his head, "How is it that you know everything about this kingdom - you even know more than me - but when it comes to a simple lunch meeting with one of the lords of the kingdom and his daughter, you forget?" Dean took his seat behind the desk folding his hands in front of him.
Sam knew that he was waiting for an answer but he didn't know what to tell him. He couldn't tell him the truth: that he had remembered the meeting for today and that he just didn't want to come to it. "I'm sorry that you didn't get to introduce me to yet another lady of the court." He glared at his brother, it was no secret to Sam why Dean have been setting up these lunch and dinner meetings with lords of the kingdom, and why he insisted that they bring their daughters with them. Most of those lords believed that it's because Dean was looking for a queen, but it's really because he was looking for wife for Sam.
Dean was still trying to play the big brother, and somewhere he somehow got it into his head that if he could find Sam a wife he would settle down and not go looking for any kind of adventures. Sam really wanted to know who told him that, because the last thing he wanted Dean's help with was finding someone to settle down with.
"Lady Madison is a very nice woman, and very beautiful too; she would have been perfect for you."
Sam chuckled, Dean wasn't even hiding it anymore, "That's what you said about the last four girls that you've tried to have me meet and I'm sure that they were all very beautiful and very kind and nice but they just weren't my type."
Dean frowned at that, "What do you mean they're not your type? You didn't even meet them." Sam just shrugged. Dean sighed, "Why don't you tell me what your type is so that way I can help you better."
Robert snorted from the corner that he was standing in; Sam had forgotten that he was even there. "Don't you mean so that I can help him better?"
Sam grinned. Robert was probably the only person in the kingdom that could get away with talking to him and his brother like that, and that was only because he had been such a good friend to their father. It was true though, Robert was doing most of the searching for the ladies of the kingdom.
"Well?"
His attention was drawn back to Dean. "Well, what?"
"What's your type? What are you looking for? And please don't tell me it's one of those 'true love at first sight' stories that mother used to read to us."
That wasn't it at all, but he couldn't tell Dean that; he couldn't tell his brother that when he was joking with the knights and lords of the court about watching the ladies walk the halls of the castle, he would rather prefer to be watching the knights out on the training field.
"I got it!" Dean shouted, making Sam jump in his seat.
"Got what?"
"Your birthday is coming up."
"Yes...," Sam could already tell that he wasn't going to like where this was going.
"We'll throw a ball for your birthday and invite everyone from far and wide to come, you're sure to find someone then."
Dean looked very pleased with himself for coming up with the idea and Sam didn't really have the heart to tell him to forget about so, instead, as Dean and Robert started planning the big event, he very slowly and very carefully left the room.
He was out the door, safe, but unsure of how long before the others would realized that he's gone. They could plan a ball if that what they wanted to do, but he wouldn't have anything to do with it. He wasn't even sure if he would show up.That would show Dean to try and play matchmaker. The whole thing was just starting to get on Sam's nerves: that Dean was so worried about whom he was going to marry and not more concerned about himself was worrying Sam. After all it was Dean that needed an heir for the throne.
He quickly made his way through the corridors. Once to the place where Robert had cornered him, he paused. He glanced down the hall to where his chamber was and back up the way he had just come. With the way that Dean and Robert were talking as he left, he knew it was only a matter of time before they came looking for him again. He sighed as he turned down another hallway and headed for the pathway out of the castle; he couldn't be here right now. He needed fresh air, he needed sunlight, and he needed to go to the tavern.
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Once at the tavern Sam went right to his table. He wasn’t sure when it had become his table, but the innkeeper and her daughter made sure that whenever he was there, no one else was sitting there and if there was, they would chase them to another table.
“You’re here late, my lord.”
“Please Joanna, I’ve told you not to call me that.” He smiled at the young barmaid as she set a glass in front of him. The fact that they didn’t even need to ask him what to get him told Sam that he was here way too much, and for a prince at that.
She grinned back, “And I’ve told you not to call me that.”
Sam took the drink and nodded to Joanna’s mother standing behind the bar counter. As he took a sip he studied the people that were there. Being the only tavern in the main city of the kingdom, they were normally busy but tonight was different. Besides a group over in the corner by the fire, there were very few people there. He could remember the names of some of the people gathered around the fire; many of them were hunters and woodmen, who would come to town to recount their journeys. Others were adventurers, much like himself, always looking for something new to quest for. The rest were a few knights, who had tonight off from watch duty. The last man though, the one that everyone else was paying so much attention to, Sam didn’t know him. At least, he had never seen him before in town.
Sam got Joanna’s attention as she walked by. “Who is that guy?”
“His name is Rufus; he’s been here for awhile. He’s been going on about those creatures that live above the clouds.”
“Creatures above the clouds?”
She gave him a shocked look. “Don’t tell me that you’ve never heard of them.” Sam shook his head. “Then you need to talk to him, I think you would like to hear what he has to say.”
She was gone before Sam could ask her anything else but she had sparked his curiosity. How could he have lived in this kingdom his whole life and never heard about creatures that live above the clouds? There was just no way, no one could live up there; the air was too thin and it got too cold up on the mountains. Sam glanced back to the group, he wanted to go over there but in the back of his mind he knew this was one of the reasons why Dean worried about him. He was always running off on some kind of adventure and if Dean found out about this one, Sam would never hear the end of it.
He could go over there…or he could go back to the castle and let Dean and Robert attack him with a thousand questions about what he would want for the ball. He nodded his head, making up his mind; he took another sip before standing and making his way to the group. The knights made room for him in between them and introduced him to the man telling the stories.
“So, you’ve never heard about the angels, the Kingdom Above the Clouds, or King Michael?” Rufus asked. Sam just shook his head. For some reason this caused Rufus to laugh, “Well, my lord, do I have a tale to tell you.”