Hello! This is a Dean/Cas story inspired by the movie Shrek. The first one. Enjoy!
Notes: The angels here are royalty, or higher ups, demons and monsters and such are lower class (representing the fairy tale creatures). It makes sense, if not... let me know and I'll clear it up.
Dean closed the fairy tale story book. It wasn't that exciting, same story and same line and same happy ending as all the others. In reality, there was no prince charming, there would be no happily ever afters, and you know what? Dean was okay with that. He had everything he needed out here in the forest. A house of his own, plenty of food, and peace and quiet.
"He's gotta be here somewhere!"
Except for that.
Dean was a wanted fugitive, and he accepted that, but he mastered the art of hiding in the forest. And scaring away anyone who dared to try and turn him in. Another rabble of poor city folk decided that this was their turn to try and catch Dean Winchester for the $100,000 reward. For Dean, however, this was sport.
He pulled out his shotgun, strapped the pistol to his thigh holster, and snuck out the back door. No one could get the jump on Dean, not on his own turf. Especially not at night. He hid behind some bushes, following them as they stopped, ten feet from his house.
"There he is!" one shouted, "Let's go get him!"
"Careful! We don't know what to expect if we go in there alone!"
"Yeah, he's really dangerous, that's why no one has turned him in yet!"
"Oh, come on, I'm not that bad," Dean laughed coming out of the bushes, "Sure, I may have killed a few people, and maybe I robbed a bank or two, but I'm not that bad."
"Just come with us, nice and slow."
"I'm afraid that isn't going to happen," Dean said, cocking his shotgun, "So get off my land before I send you all to the ER."
"You wouldn't dare."
Dean shrugged, pulled out his pistol, and shot the guy in his kneecap.
"Oh, but I would."
The rest of the men picked up the shot man and ran off, leaving behind their guns. Looking down, a smile on his face, Dean noticed a piece of paper.
Wanted: demons and monsters of all kind. Reward if found.
"Pfft," Dean shrugged, tossing it. He knew he lived in a world of demons and monsters and that the angels were trying their hardest to get them back into containment, but it didn't bother him at all. He could handle anything that came his way.
Sam was in trouble. BIG trouble. Missouri was kind enough to take him in, but once she found out about the demon blood, well, it was all over.
"Please, Missouri," he begged, "I can change, I really can. Give me another chance."
"Boy, you had your chance and you ruined it."
Sam gave his best puppy dog eyes, but Missouri was immune to such things.
"NEXT."
"Hello sir," Missouri greeted the angel supervising the whole thing, "I have a boy here who can exorcise demons with his mind and has psychic visions."
"I can give you $20 for that," the angel said, "If you can prove it."
A demon was pushed towards Sam, his eyes black.
"Go on Sam, show the nice angel what you can do."
Sam stood there, not saying anything, not doing anything, trying to keep the demon in him pushed down far. The angel looked at Missouri, skeptical of Sam.
"He can do it," Missouri said, "He's just scared right now."
"Whatever," the angel said, "If he can't prove it, then I can't pay you. We have more important people to care for."
Missouri gave Sam an evil look and she left, pulling Sam along. Suddenly, Sam's head felt like it was going to split open. His vision blacked out and he suddenly was catching glimpses of a prince in a tower, of a man in a home in a field. And, just like that, it was over.
"Sam, what happened?" Missouri asked gently.
"Vision," he grunted, before remembering where he was.
"Get him!" the angel shouted and Sam could feel the wings close near him. Blindly, he stumbled around, avoiding everyone, until he could feel the grass and trees. His vision cleared a bit and he could barely make out the trees, until he ran into a solid body. He shook his head and saw a rough man standing there, posting a sign on a tree. Without thinking, he crawled behind the man, hiding from the angels.
"You're the fugitive," the angels said, coming to a halt.
"Yes I am," Dean said, his hand close to his gun, "What brings you here?"
"We're are ordered to take you away with the other demons and monsters."
"Is that so?" Dean asked, "Well, try and get me."
The angels surged forward, took three steps, and were repelled backwards.
"Angel protection," Dean gestured to the trees, "Good luck getting us now, bastards."
The angels walked away, their wings slumped and their eyes furious. Sam stood up and found, to his surprise, he was taller than this man.
"Wow," he said, "That was amazing."
"Don't thank me," Dean said, "I hate those angels. Why chase you though?"
"They are chasing after monsters and demons," Sam explained, "And, unfortunately, I am one of them."
"Hate to say this, but what?" Dean look astounded, "You, a monster? What do you kill them with your puppy eyes?"
"What about you?" Sam countered, "Why are they after you?"
"Everyone is after me," Dean winked, "What's your name?"
"Sam."
"Hi Sam," Dean stuck his hand out, "I'm Dean."
"Hi," Sam shook his hand, "Mind if I tag along with you? I am not going back out there."
"Sure," Dean shrugged, "But only for a while. I can't be taking in everyone who needs my help."
They walked through the forest together until they came out to a clearing. A large house stood in the center, blue with white trim once upon a time, but now, faded to mostly light brown. There was a large walnut tree next to the house, providing shade across the grounds.
"That's your house?" Sam gaped, "Really?"
"I like it," Dean shrugged, "The roof doesn't leak, the heating works, it's in the middle of nowhere so I can't be bothered."
"I see," Sam said, "So, how long will you let me stay?"
"A week, maybe," Dean said, "That's how long it'll take for your story to circulate and come down from being top news to being nothing."
"And you're sure?"
"I'm never sure," Dean admitted, "But come on it, what have you got to loose?"
Sam grinned and followed Dean into the house.
