Carousel Chronicles
Author's Note: AU, Destiel, in a normal universe. Basically, how Cas and Dean meet as kids on a carousel, and later fall in love on it. Leave reviews please! Can be a oneshot, but I kinda hoped to write more maybe...
Part One
Dean can remember the first time he saw the carousel. Brightly painted wood, with golden trim that glittered in the summer sun. The horses were massive compared to his measly six year-old frame, and he stood there, awestruck by the sight.
The wooden equines were brilliantly carved. Stallions froze in mid-rear, while foals threw their manes in joy. Ponies 'pulled' carriages, and mares gazed out fondly at the crowds of children in line.
"Do you want to ride, Dean?"
Dean paused in his inspection to look up at his mother hopefully.
"Can I?" Dean asked, unsure. The cheerful music and the brightly painted steeds beckoned him.
"Of course you can. Do you want to go too, Sammy?"
Mary looked to the two year old that she held in her arms. Sam gave a nod.
"Okay, we'll buy three tickets then." Mary said as she put Sam on the ground next to Dean in order to hand the ticket seller the money. Dean instinctively held his brother's hand in his own.
They walked through the gate towards the platform. Mary took Sam while Dean scrambled up, looking about eagerly. Which one too choose?
"What about that one," Mary asked, pointing to a bench harnessed to two model Shetland ponies.
"Mom, that one's lame. It doesn't go up and down," was Dean's reply.
"I like it," Sammy mumbled.
"Then you and I can ride that one," Mary said, bending down to tickle the toddler's tummy. Sam giggled and pulled her towards their chosen seat.
Dean smiled and hurried off to find the perfect horse. There were knight horses and cowboy horses, wild horses and tame horses. Dark and light and bay and paint…his head swam with all the choices. It had to be perfect, after all.
Finally, he spotted it. The horse was the darkest midnight, but his eyes were the warmest blue of a summer sky. Dean immediately scampered up, proudly taking his seat in the saddle.
His mom called to fasten the safety belt, and he begrudgingly wrapped the string around his waist. He turned and waved to his family before facing forward and watching all the other kids climb up.
He watched a boy a bit smaller than himself walking around, a lollipop in one hand and the other holding the hand of a dark haired boy. They both had on dress shirts with ties, like uniforms, but while the older boy's tie was unknotted and flapping loosely, the younger still had his perfectly in place.
"Come on, Cassy, it's gonna start soon," the blond boy advised.
"It must be perfect, Gabriel," was the reply. Dean's nose wrinkled in confusion. Who talked like that anyway?
Dean watched the dark-haired boy's eyes light on a beautiful bay stallion poised for battle, black saddle studded with emeralds that matched its green eyes. He tugged the older boy along until they were at the horse, only an arm's length away from Dean's perch.
"I require assistance," he said, not unkindly. The boy rolled his eyes before hoisting him up and buckling him in.
"Okay, Cassy, meet me when it's over," and with a wave, the boy was gone.
"Cassy?" Dean questioned before he could stop himself.
"It is my brother's attempt at a nickname. My name is Castiel," was the serious reply.
"Hi, Caste-Castl- Hi, Cas. I'm Dean."
Dean watched as the boy smiled, and he could already feel that he was being graced with a rare gift.
"Hello, Dean."
And the bell rang, and the ride began to spin, and Dean lost himself to the up and down motions. The music was loud, the sun was bright, and he had never been happier as Cas matched him in every laugh and whoop of joy.