Ice of Oblivion Chapter 11A
Title: Ice of Oblivion Chapter 11A/24
Author: zoomzoomzoomzoo
Fandom/Genre: SPN AU Romance, Drama, Action
Pairing (s): Dean/Castiel
Rating: T
Word Count: ~82,000
Warnings: Underage, Mild Sexual Situation, Violence
Summary: AU. In a time of great tragedy in the lands of Mamot, the human race and the angel race are forced to form an unbreakable union that will bind them together for twenty seven lifetimes in order to stop the uprising of the demon race. In bargain they offer Castiel, one of the most powerful angels in the entire world to marry Dean Winchester, the young crown prince of the human world. The typically detached Castiel winds up falling in love with the Prince. The only problem is his brothers don’t expect Dean to live through the war. Will Castiel stay and support the man he loves despite the heartbreak that might accompany his passing or will he fall back in line with his brothers, becoming numb to all human emotions once more?
Chapter 11A
The next ten years of Castiel’s life were spent as he said before, in seclusion. He didn’t trust himself in the outside world anymore. He tried the first couple of months; he went on walks through the gardens and visited Inim’s smaller cities to ensure peace after the demon infestation reports started to rise. But, everything reminded him of Dean; whenever he saw the blue plant- which his brother Uriel decided to name Dastiel as a joke but it stuck- he would think about the original one that he saw one day while holding Dean’s small hands and walking through the Inim’s castle gardens. When he went into town and saw young children playing all he could think about was the hyper four-year-old Dean had been. When he saw teenage boys riding big horses all he could think about was the pride on Dean’s face whenever he so much as looked at Impala. And whenever he so much as heard the name Winchester in passing, he could only think of the boy he left behind.
It all managed to depress him to the point where he just didn’t want to go outside anymore. He spent the majority of his time in his room, his lab or his study either writing, reading, creating, destroying or just staring. Currently, he was just staring.
He just completed another encyclopedia this time including his newfound crossbreed plant, Dastiel, and was completely bored. And when Castiel was bored his thoughts always undoubtedly went to Dean and more often than not, he found himself standing in front of a brown case that contained various letters from his dear ex-friend.
He didn’t reply to one.
He feared that if he did, he would open up a box of the same emotions that he was trying to get rid of. So, he didn’t read them either.
He placed all of them in the same wooden case and promised himself that one day, when he was emotionally ready he would read each of them.
There was exactly forty one inside. Dean started his letter sending avidly and sent one a month for a whole year, only breaking that tradition in December when he sent him two- one for the holidays and one for the general purposes. After that year without seeing a reply, Dean only sent one a season. For seven years Dean religiously sent those letters to Castiel- when the first flake of snow fell in Winter, when the first flower bloomed in Spring, when the first rolling storm cloud bombarded through Inim in Summer and when the first leaf browned on the oak tree in Autumn. Every single year, that is until two years ago.
No more letters came. Castiel didn’t know why and quite frankly he didn’t want to know. He feared what the reason could be; either Dean didn’t care about him anymore or Dean was no longer alive. He didn’t think he could deal with either…
Castiel got on his knees in front of the case and glared down at it. It was sitting idle at the very end of Castiel’s room, in between his two largest bookcases. It was a small box but it was packed to the point of combustion and there were various corners and bits of letter sticking out of the openings. Placing a shaking hand on top of the case, Castiel frowned as he lifted it to reveal the large quantity of letters.
It was funny. The only reason Castiel left was because he wanted to get to the point where he no longer cared about Dean; when Dean’s death would mean less to him than the death of any other royal. Unfortunately, Castiel realized that his plan was not as foolproof as he once thought.
Distance makes love grow weaker and weaker every day. Castiel stuck by this quote for the majority of his life. It was created by a very intelligent human named Lorraine Crofton. After hearing it the first time, Castiel was so inspired that he actually did a study on whether or not it was the truth. It took years but after reviewing the data, Castiel was sure that it was.
But, the past ten years showed him that different situations make for different outcomes. Unlike some of his subjects, Castiel found his heart only growing fonder of Dean as days went by. He started to love the person he was growing up to be and he hadn’t so much as seen him since that day in the wood clearing. He imagined the beautiful man that Dean would become and the smile that he would have grown up with him but remained just as beautiful. It turns out that distance only makes love grow stronger not weaker.
It was frustrating to say the least, but Castiel knew he deserved the torment of loving a faceless man. He made the wrong decision all those years ago and it took him all of ten years to figure it out.
There’d been many times that Castiel wanted to go back but something always stopped him. And that something was his brothers - all of them.
Castiel scowled. His cynical brothers were all enjoying watching Castiel wallow in his own self-pity at the same mistake that he, himself, had caused. Well, everyone but Michael. He was going through his own problems; he barely had time for the immature games that his brothers often indulged in.
Michael was deteriorating from the inside out; the loss of his brother Lucifer and the rising tensions from the impending war that technically already started were starting to take an effect.
Even though Castiel didn’t get out as much, his brothers definitely did and they always told him about the troubles of the three regions of the world. Iad was infiltrating Himmel and Inim alike; sparing no punches and have thus far they’ve managed to curse over one hundred angels and thousands of humans. Though, the demons have never been foolish enough to attack the main sites of either territory. The Vidurinis was the main site of angel life; though not much living went on there- the only people who did live there were the five brothers of Engels. It was used as a place to train and take care of diplomatic nonsense. The Winchester’s Palace in Kent and surrounding areas were the main site for human activities; trade, markets, training and in some cases, living. Neither were attacked even once since the massacre incident nineteen years ago where the queen was killed.
For that Castiel was thankful but it was still a stressful situation because of all of the death going on just beyond their reach.
Castiel fingered the opening of the letter and peering steadily at it. With one little rip he knew he could lift one of the many burdens on his soul… one little rip…
“Castiel!”
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Author: zoomzoomzoomzoo
Fandom/Genre: SPN AU Romance, Drama, Action
Pairing (s): Dean/Castiel
Rating: T
Word Count: ~82,000
Warnings: Underage, Mild Sexual Situation, Violence
Summary: AU. In a time of great tragedy in the lands of Mamot, the human race and the angel race are forced to form an unbreakable union that will bind them together for twenty seven lifetimes in order to stop the uprising of the demon race. In bargain they offer Castiel, one of the most powerful angels in the entire world to marry Dean Winchester, the young crown prince of the human world. The typically detached Castiel winds up falling in love with the Prince. The only problem is his brothers don’t expect Dean to live through the war. Will Castiel stay and support the man he loves despite the heartbreak that might accompany his passing or will he fall back in line with his brothers, becoming numb to all human emotions once more?
Chapter 11A
The next ten years of Castiel’s life were spent as he said before, in seclusion. He didn’t trust himself in the outside world anymore. He tried the first couple of months; he went on walks through the gardens and visited Inim’s smaller cities to ensure peace after the demon infestation reports started to rise. But, everything reminded him of Dean; whenever he saw the blue plant- which his brother Uriel decided to name Dastiel as a joke but it stuck- he would think about the original one that he saw one day while holding Dean’s small hands and walking through the Inim’s castle gardens. When he went into town and saw young children playing all he could think about was the hyper four-year-old Dean had been. When he saw teenage boys riding big horses all he could think about was the pride on Dean’s face whenever he so much as looked at Impala. And whenever he so much as heard the name Winchester in passing, he could only think of the boy he left behind.
It all managed to depress him to the point where he just didn’t want to go outside anymore. He spent the majority of his time in his room, his lab or his study either writing, reading, creating, destroying or just staring. Currently, he was just staring.
He just completed another encyclopedia this time including his newfound crossbreed plant, Dastiel, and was completely bored. And when Castiel was bored his thoughts always undoubtedly went to Dean and more often than not, he found himself standing in front of a brown case that contained various letters from his dear ex-friend.
He didn’t reply to one.
He feared that if he did, he would open up a box of the same emotions that he was trying to get rid of. So, he didn’t read them either.
He placed all of them in the same wooden case and promised himself that one day, when he was emotionally ready he would read each of them.
There was exactly forty one inside. Dean started his letter sending avidly and sent one a month for a whole year, only breaking that tradition in December when he sent him two- one for the holidays and one for the general purposes. After that year without seeing a reply, Dean only sent one a season. For seven years Dean religiously sent those letters to Castiel- when the first flake of snow fell in Winter, when the first flower bloomed in Spring, when the first rolling storm cloud bombarded through Inim in Summer and when the first leaf browned on the oak tree in Autumn. Every single year, that is until two years ago.
No more letters came. Castiel didn’t know why and quite frankly he didn’t want to know. He feared what the reason could be; either Dean didn’t care about him anymore or Dean was no longer alive. He didn’t think he could deal with either…
Castiel got on his knees in front of the case and glared down at it. It was sitting idle at the very end of Castiel’s room, in between his two largest bookcases. It was a small box but it was packed to the point of combustion and there were various corners and bits of letter sticking out of the openings. Placing a shaking hand on top of the case, Castiel frowned as he lifted it to reveal the large quantity of letters.
It was funny. The only reason Castiel left was because he wanted to get to the point where he no longer cared about Dean; when Dean’s death would mean less to him than the death of any other royal. Unfortunately, Castiel realized that his plan was not as foolproof as he once thought.
Distance makes love grow weaker and weaker every day. Castiel stuck by this quote for the majority of his life. It was created by a very intelligent human named Lorraine Crofton. After hearing it the first time, Castiel was so inspired that he actually did a study on whether or not it was the truth. It took years but after reviewing the data, Castiel was sure that it was.
But, the past ten years showed him that different situations make for different outcomes. Unlike some of his subjects, Castiel found his heart only growing fonder of Dean as days went by. He started to love the person he was growing up to be and he hadn’t so much as seen him since that day in the wood clearing. He imagined the beautiful man that Dean would become and the smile that he would have grown up with him but remained just as beautiful. It turns out that distance only makes love grow stronger not weaker.
It was frustrating to say the least, but Castiel knew he deserved the torment of loving a faceless man. He made the wrong decision all those years ago and it took him all of ten years to figure it out.
There’d been many times that Castiel wanted to go back but something always stopped him. And that something was his brothers - all of them.
Castiel scowled. His cynical brothers were all enjoying watching Castiel wallow in his own self-pity at the same mistake that he, himself, had caused. Well, everyone but Michael. He was going through his own problems; he barely had time for the immature games that his brothers often indulged in.
Michael was deteriorating from the inside out; the loss of his brother Lucifer and the rising tensions from the impending war that technically already started were starting to take an effect.
Even though Castiel didn’t get out as much, his brothers definitely did and they always told him about the troubles of the three regions of the world. Iad was infiltrating Himmel and Inim alike; sparing no punches and have thus far they’ve managed to curse over one hundred angels and thousands of humans. Though, the demons have never been foolish enough to attack the main sites of either territory. The Vidurinis was the main site of angel life; though not much living went on there- the only people who did live there were the five brothers of Engels. It was used as a place to train and take care of diplomatic nonsense. The Winchester’s Palace in Kent and surrounding areas were the main site for human activities; trade, markets, training and in some cases, living. Neither were attacked even once since the massacre incident nineteen years ago where the queen was killed.
For that Castiel was thankful but it was still a stressful situation because of all of the death going on just beyond their reach.
Castiel fingered the opening of the letter and peering steadily at it. With one little rip he knew he could lift one of the many burdens on his soul… one little rip…
“Castiel!”
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