"Once, many ages ago, there was an Egyptian named Castiel. He lead armies of men as a general for the pharaoh, Chuck. He was a proud, strong man, bred to one day lead Egypt as king. But of course, things did not go according to plan.
"He led our armies to Nubia. Nubia neighboured Egypt, to the South. And somehow, before anyone can remember, our countries went to war. And, with the Gods watching over us, we quickly started winning the battles. And, when we would take a new piece of their land, we would take the bounty with it. Their food, their buildings, their people. We were soon the more powerful of the two. Yet with all of our might, we could never have stopped the one person who destroyed us. Dean.
"Of course, this story was long ago. Long enough that it and I are all but memories."
Meg put her hand up against the glass and smiled warmly at her reflection.
"My father, the Pharaoh always told me every story was a love story. No matter how long, no matter how many are involved, no matter its age. There is always love. And he was right. Every story is a love story. Sometimes, the love appears in different places than you'd expect. That's what happened to me, so long ago."
Meg's smile faltered and she dropped her hand to her side. She looks around calmly at all the people who were passing by.
"When Castiel went on his final trip to Nubia, he had ruined us all without knowing it. He had won many battles there, and retrieved all of his bounties. Part of that bounty was Dean, a Nubian man. Castiel would never have known it, but capturing Dean had changed the course of history." Meg closed her eyes and smiled, thinking about Castiel and how amazing he was. "It became one of the greatest love stories ever told."
Castiel had swung down from the ropes, pulling the mast onto its correct course. 18 months he had been stuck fighting for Chuck in Nubia. But it would all be worth it when he got home and got to have a decent meal.
He looked down at his map. Just a few more hours going north on the Nile, and he would be home. Home to his fortune, his family, his valour, and his bride-to-be.
"Keep on course! We should be in Egypt before sundown!" He shouted to the man steering the ship as he hopped onto the deck. The man nodded, shouting a "Yes, sir!" in response before returning to his duties.
Smiling, Castiel wandered to the side of the canoe and breathed in the fresh river air. It was the one thing he was going to miss about all of this. His father was probably going to lock him down for the next year. He stared at the water, twisting his amulet between his fingers.
All of a sudden, the ship came to a halt. Looking around, Castile saw as his crew scrambled onto the shore. Curious, and a little angry, he followed them. One by one, they came back onto the ship, dragging Nubians of all kinds back on with them.
There was many of them. About thirty total. Castiel watched each one of the animals closely; they seemed like filthy, scared beasts. It was obvious from their heavy breathing that they had tried to escape them. But they were found by the best men in all of Egypt. Nothing could outrun any of his crew.
He slowly approached, scanning the Nubians as he did. "Well, well, well. What do we have here?"
"Sir!" Castiel turned to see his second in command, Balthazar, saluting him. "We found them along the river bank."
He kept moving around, watching them with careful eyes. He had always been trained to see every little movement, every little detail. Nothing could take him by surprise.
"Bind them." He said after a moment. "Make sure they can't escape. We don't want them getting anywhere but the pyramid."
As he turned away, the Nubians shrieked as his men put them in chains. He started to walk to the mast to adjust it when he heard swords clacking, a loud thud and more panicked yelling.
And when he turned, a Nubian man held Balthazar by the neck with a sword. The man locked eyes with him, glaring defiantly.
Castiel smirked. Intriguing.
"Let him go." He said, deadpan.
The man leered. "No."
Castiel raised his eyebrow. "Excuse me?"
The man's glare deepened. "You heard me."
Now he was mad. He started approaching the Nubian. "What gives you the right to-"
"What gave you the right to take us from Nubia? Our home?" The man growled.
Castiel stopped in his tracks, surprised. He has never seen a slave stand up to anyone like this, especially not their masters. He stopped in his tracks and huff.
"What is your name?" Neither of them moved a muscle.
"Dean." He answered after a moment.
"Okay then, Dean. Answer me; why do you have this man bound?"
"I could ask you the same thing about everyone behind me." Dean stood his ground, puffing his chest out like a protective bird. Impressive, though not intimidating.
"We captured you. You are now our slaves." Castiel took a step closer. "Now answer my question."
"I captured him. He's now my slave." Dean retorted, smirking. "Now release these people."
Castiel half-smiled. "You're interesting. I've never seen a slave like you before."
"Yeah, well, there ain't no one else like me."
Stepping forward, Castiel drew his blade and held it at Dean's head, right between his eyes. Now Dean flinched. Smirking, he pressed the tip into his skin, hoping to draw a little blood.
"This blade was made by the gods themselves. It was passed down from king to king since the beginning of time. I suggest you drop that sword and free my soldier."
Reluctantly, he stepped back, letting the sword clatter to the ground. Balthazar stood straight and dusted himself off before slapping Dean. As he fell to the ground, Castiel took another moment to look over him.
"Take the prisoners below deck. Make sure they're locked up tight." He said, keeping his eyes trained on Dean. When one of the men went to grab him, Castiel stopped him. "All except this one. I want to speak with him in private."
Dean glared up at him, not daring to move.