AN: Hey guys! This is my third destiel story. This is Rated as such for later chapters. The title and the summary said it all. ;)

Anyways, for those reading my other story, A Messed Up Life, I'm still working on chapter 2. :) And yes, I know what I said on my previously finished story, By Chance. I just had to write this because it has been running through my mind for a while now.

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Love ya'll! ;D *blows a kiss to you guys.*

The More You Hate, the More You Love

First Meeting...

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It was a week after Dean's twenty second birthday that he was summoned by his father, King John, and his mother, Queen Mary, to face the council. He doesn't know what to feel for being summoned in front of them but feared that it couldn't be good. Most of the time, when one is summoned to face them, it was because the man had done something against the law or if it was a soldier of the kingdom, he will be sent to an important and dangerous errand.

When he opened the huge doors of the castle, leading to the council's room, he was met by eight pairs of eyes; two pairs of which belonged to his parents. The council consisted of Bobby (King John's best friend, right hand and second father to him and his younger brother, Sam), Ellen (Queen Mary's closest friend, Bobby's second wife and a second mother to them), Jim, Missouri, Pamela and Nick. They were a special group of people, chosen by King John and Queen Mary themselves. They weren't royalty but the Winchesters trusted them most.

Dean stood still in the doorway, his feet were nailed to the ground as they stared at him in silence. It was King John who broke the silence and said, "Come my son. Sit down. We have important matters to discuss with you."

Dean bowed to them in respect and strode inside, closing the door behind him. He sat down on the chair that was across his father's. After he has sat down, it was then that he took in how the place looked. It wasn't as big as all the other room's in the castle but it was spacious enough. There were a few paintings hanging on the wall and a few flower vases rested on the corners. A big rectangular table was at the center, where the council sat to discuss matters about the kingdom. There were three chairs on both of his sides, one beside him and two across from him; where his parents were seated.

"What do you wish to discuss with me, father?" Dean asked formally. He called his father dad and his mother mom but never in front of the public—not even the council. It was a way of respecting them and they all agreed not to call John 'my King' or 'my Lord' and Mary 'my Queen'. The family wanted to show at least that part of their family's relationship in public. They may never show their affections toward the other family member in public because they needed to show discipline, manner and poise.

"Your brother, Sam, is getting married in a few months because Prince Gabriel of the Angelo's has asked for his hand." King John started as his son stared intently at him, waiting for him to continue and actually get to the point. "King Michael and Queen Anna of the Angelo's, your mother, the council and I have decided to wed you with the Angelo's youngest son. Even your brother, Sam, has approved this. He has met the youngest son of King Michael plenty of times to know that he is a good man. It was even your brother's suggestion to wed you to the youngest Angelo. And, personally, I fully believe you would like him, for your mother and I have met him once, when we were requested at their kingdom for Sam and Gabriel's wedding."

Dean was quite surprised but then realized that since he has never shown interest in anyone, they might have been afraid he would age alone. He did want to marry the one he loved someday, but no one was good enough for him. They were all wrong in his eyes that not a single person sparked his interest. He may not marry for love now, but perhaps he'll find himself falling for the prince. If it was Sam's suggestion, he has to trust it. No one knows him better than Sam.

"Very well father. When may I meet him?" he asked, hoping he'd have to wait at least a week or two to prepare himself.

"They will be arriving some time in the evening. I expect you to look your best when the young man arrives."

"Father, not to disobey you or trust your judgment, but don't you think it's a little early?" he asked with raised eyebrows in question.

"The earlier you meet him, the better. You need to know the young man well and so does he. They will be here before or at supper. I suggest you clean yourself before supper. Do you understand?"

"Yes sir." He responded shortly and stood up. He bowed at his parents and walked out of the door. After he got out, he went straight to the stables to get his beloved horse, Chev. The horse has a large stature and is a beautiful shiny black in color. It's strong and fast; just perfect for the prince.

The prince put Chev's bridle and saddle, pat the horse affectionately and got up on her. It was just an hour or two pass noon which means he still had a few hours before he would have to meet his future husband. He went to the town plaza and greeted the people there. He bought a few stuff as he did so. Just as the young prince was ending his trip in the town, he didn't notice a man ahead of him until it was too late. Chev accidentally hit the man and made him tumble down to the ground. Dean quickly jumped down from his horse in surprise. He approached the man to help him pick up the things that had fallen from his arms when the horse accidentally hit him.

"Are you alright?" Dean asked him with concerned green eyes. Said man had dark brown hair that almost looked black if it wasn't for the sun shining brightly in the sky. He had the most beautiful and the brightest blue eyes, that the sky and the oceans would be put to shame. He has these perfect pink plump lips that anyone would die to kiss. His nose was sharp and just perfect for his sharpening jaw. It was obvious that the man was young—perhaps sixteen to eighteen of age—but his body was lean and perfect. He doesn't look anything like all the other teens his age. He seemed to make sure that he has a beautifully and perfectly fit body.

Dean was immediately trapped within this young man's amazing beauty. His mouth hung open when those blue eyes landed on his own green ones. Just then, the moment was ruined when the young man frowned and said in a matter-of-factly voice, "I believe you have to watch where you are going. People could get hurt."

Dean frowned at the man's accusation and immediately went defensive and said, "My horse was walking at a rather slow pace. You should've been aware of what was going around you instead of just staring into nothing." He stood up and so did the other man; the few things that fell from his grasp were held close to his chest.

The man kept his frown and dusted himself off. "You should be aware that this is the town plaza and there are a number of people here. It's either you simply walked around town or be careful with riding your horse. People are everywhere in here and anyone could've been hurt." He retorted as he tried to figure out where to put his things.

Weirdly enough, no one in the plaza seemed to be bothered enough to interject; even if the prince was standing right there and arguing with another man. Either that, or the two men simply looked too casual that it didn't seem like they were arguing.

Dean frowned himself and crossed his arms across his chest and said, "Well, it wasn't like you were paying attention at all. You have uttered it already, there are a number of people here, you should've been wary of your surroundings." The other man rolled his eyes as he sighed. Then, his eyes landed somewhere behind Dean and his eyes widen and looked back at him with a slightly nervous stance.

The other man inhaled deeply first and said, "I am not having this pointless argument with you." then walked away quickly. Dean would've followed the man and scold him about talking to the prince in that manner but decided against it when he realized the man was gone already. He got up on Chev once more and started his way back to the castle.

When he got back to the castle, it was only about two hours before supper and he was still frowning. He was wondering if the younger man even knew who he was talking to. But if he came from another kingdom, it might make sense why he didn't know he was arguing with the prince. But still, he was frustrated at the man's accusatory tone. No one's ever gotten under his skin in that manner. He doesn't know why but the man's words really riled him up.

As he walked down the hall to go to his room, he was still too deep in thought that he didn't notice his brother with Prince Gabriel in tow.

"Dean!" his brother exclaimed with a bright smile when he saw his brother. Gabriel was smiling as well as they approached the older man.

Dean smiled as well when he finally noticed the two men; the lovers. "Sam, Prince Gabriel." He said with a nod for each men. Gabriel smirked when Dean has addressed him Prince Gabriel again.

"Dean, we've been over this. You may call me, simply Gabriel. We've known each other for almost three years now. I feel such a stranger whenever you address me that way." He said in a slightly serious yet teasing manner. "Besides, you're older than I am." He teased with a wink.

Dean couldn't help but huff out a small laugh at that and said, "Yes, only by year, Gabriel." with a smile. "Anyway," he started and looked around before he proceeded with his sentence and looked back at Sam and Gabriel, "if you're here, I assume your brother, whom will be wed to me, is with you as well."

"Ah, yes. Little Castiel." Gabriel started fondly at the mention of his little brother. He was smiling warmly as he continued. "Yes, he is. Or, " he started once more, paused then rolled his eyes, "he should be. But the little angel snuck out on our way here. He's probably in the town plaza and they're still looking for him."

Dean's eyebrows shot up at that while Sam simply chuckled and spoke for the first time. "That young man is really something to be able to escape fourteen men."

"Well, he is a very intellectual person, especially at his age. He could plan a war tactic and win." Gabriel said proudly.

"Wait. He snuck out?" Dean asked, confused at the immature action of a prince. At Gabriel's nod, he continued. "Shouldn't he be pass the 'sneaking out' phase? I mean, I was around fifteen or sixteen when I realized I shouldn't do that. How old is he?" he asked sarcastically when he asked the young prince's age.

Gabriel smirked as he crossed his arms over his chest and asked, "What was your assumption?"

"I assumed he would be seventeen at youngest. Don't tell me I'm going to marry a twelve year old." Dean whined with a light frown. His face showed slight terror that he was supposed to marry a man ten years younger than him.

"Don't worry, you're close to your assumption. He's sixteen. But I think you'd prefer to marry the twelve year old him because all he did back then was read, read and read." Gabriel replied, teasing the other prince. "He's in the rebellious stage right now. He questions everything and tries to defy everything." Dean raised an eyebrow at that and crossed his own arms across his chest.

"When you say everything, even our marriage?" he asked, an eyebrow was still raised.

"Yes. But he couldn't defy our mother's wishes. He loved her with his life that he would do any wish she would utter."

"Dean, trust me, you'll love him. He's smart, he's talented, he's athletic like you and he's extremely, honest to God, drop dead gorgeous." Sam finally interjected then quickly added when Gabriel looked at him with a raised brow, "Not that, you're not, my love. Or I'm developing feelings for him. I'm just telling my brother the positive aspects of your brother."

Both Gabriel and Dean simply had to smirk at that. "Well, you're not lying. Nearly everyone in our kingdom wanted my brother. But I believe it has something to do with his tantalizing blue eyes, right Sammy?"

"Yeah. The oceans even the skies would be put to shame when you see his eyes." Sam seconded his fiancé and made Dean chuckle softly.

"Alright, alright. You've convinced me. I'll meet him some time today anyway." Just then, a man wearing the Angelo's symbol came forward and asked for Gabriel's attention. The said prince excused himself and put a small distance between them and the Winchesters. The soldier whispered something to Gabriel that made him smile slightly and give a soft nod. Gabriel whispered something back and then the man left.

When Gabriel got back to the brothers, Sam asked the question that they have been meaning to ask. "What did he tell you?"

"My brother has been retrieved. King John and Queen Mary have met him and so has Sam. I suppose I can introduce the two of you myself." Gabriel explained as he started to walk away. The brothers quickly followed him when they realized he'd be taking them to the young prince's whereabouts.

Their walk was filled with a comfortable silence. As they walked further, Dean realized that Gabriel would be taking them to the garden on the east wing of the castle. As they got closer to their destination, Dean couldn't help but feel excited yet nervous at the same time. He doesn't know why, but he simply felt that way.

When they got there, the sight that welcomed him was the back of a young man sitting cross legged on the ground surrounded by six soldiers wearing the Angelo's symbol. He seemed to be petting Elizabeth, Queen Mary's cat.

When they got a little closer, Gabriel cleared his throat, making the young man tense visibly but he still continued to pet the feline. "Castiel." Gabriel said in a stern voice. The younger man sighed and let the cat go. Slowly, he stood up and dusted his pants. Dean can see that the younger man has a lean body but somehow he looked familiar.

Castiel slowly turned around to face them; his eyes were cast down as if in shame. As he turned, Dean's eyes started to widen as realization hit him. When Castiel was fully facing them, he looked up and his eyes met Dean's, his eyes went wide as well. None of the two men could utter a word. Castiel was the man Dean had hit during his short trip to the town plaza earlier that day.

"Dean, meet Castiel, my little brother. Castiel, meet Dean, your future husband." They both looked at Gabriel as he said those words with a smile, horror coating their handsome features. Slowly, they looked back at each other. Their initial surprise quickly turned to annoyance and light anger.

"You!" the two princes shouted angrily as they each pointed an accusing finger at the other.