Sooo... Hey there, Supernatural fans! Welcome to my first Destiel fic! In fact, my first SPN fic! It's inspired from and based on the Disney movie, Tangled, except there's less singing and dancing and sunshine and more SADNESS AND DARKNESS AND ANGST. But we all love a bit of angst. Nah. I'll try to keep it as light-hearted as I can, but I can't make any promises, ehehe. Oh right, and forgive me if I make any geographical and historical mistakes. But it's set in a magical land where magic happens and time's endless and you can have unicorns farting rainbows while vampires run around with flamethrowers, so yeah. I apologize in advance, though. I'm also quite a beginner when it comes to writing down my FEELS, so if you guys ever see some mistake or think a sentence/paragraph/everything doesn't sound quite right, please tell me! Right, on with the story!
right yeah and I don't own Disney or Tangled or Supernatural because if I did there'd be a lot more Destiel lovin' and less Leviathans screwing around with the world. And Lucifer would really be a kawaii babe. (oh wait he already is)
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Once upon a time, a long long time ago, a drop of sunlight fell from the heavens. From this small drop of sun, grew a beautiful flower. Its long and curled petals appeared to be spun out of golden honey, giving the plant a brilliant shine that fought the darkness of the night. This plant contained magical powers, powers said to be granted by God himself. A touch from this delicate flower could instantly cure a broken bone, cure all diseases known to mankind, and even grant a person eternal youth.
Eventually, an old witch had found this golden miracle. Now, this old witch had once been a beautiful woman, sought out by many men for her ivory skin and her raven black hair. Her spells could perform nearly all the wonders the flower could, so a powerful sorceress like her would not need such a plant.
However, in all her spellbooks and scrolls, the witch could not find the answer to eternal youth. In hindsight, perhaps it was not wise for the witch to make deals with demons during her youth, such offering her soul in exchange for powerful knowledge in black magic. Although her time was near, the witch was unwilling to simply expire and spend an eternity in damnation.
So the witch took the magic flower for herself, using her magic to conceal the flower from the world. Once every week, the witch would unveil the flower and whisper a song. The flower's glow would brighten with every word, drawn to the witch's melody. Once her ritual was complete and her youth was restored, the witch would utter incantations to cover the flower. This carried on for years, which lead to decades, which lead to centuries. The witch was terribly past her expiration date.
One day, in a kingdom nearby, tragedy had stricken. This kingdom was a very merry kingdom that adored its royal family. King Michael, a handsome man with jet black hair and grey eyes, was a just and honorable man who ruled with a fair hand, with his kind and pretty queen, a red-haired woman named Anna. The royal couple was already gifted with several heirs, such as impish Gabriel, stoic Raphael and carefree Balthazar. During her fourth pregnancy, queen Anna had fallen severely ill near birth. Despite the myriad of doctors, healers and wise women who visited the ailing Anna, it was obvious that she was close to death. Michael had vowed to find the mythical flower, which had mysteriously vanished centuries ago. Dozens of search parties were gathered and scattered throughout the entire vicinity of the kingdom.
Maybe it was by pure chance, or maybe it was fate, but one group of men had almost stumbled upon the centuries-old witch who was nearing the end of the ritual. Once her youth had once again been restored, she rushed through her spell that veiled the flower, accidentally forgetting a line and hurrying away without knowing that her precious life source was still out in the open. Of course, the warm and luminous light of the flower had instantly caught the men's attention. One of them gave a joyous shout and pointed towards golden flower only a few meters ahead. This shout attracted the fleeing witch's attention; her hooded form barely visible in the night. She watched through bushes with squinted eyes as the search party crowded around the flower, and then proceeding to disappear into the darkness.
The plant was uprooted, brought back to the kingdom, dropped into a tepid bowl of soup and carried to the queen. The flower melted into the broth of the soup and gave it a radiant glow. When queen Anna drank the soup, she was instantly cured, and soon gave birth to a healthy boy with hair as black as his father's.
"Father, what will we name him?" Asked a dark-haired child as his family stood over the cot. His gaze was focused towards his the king, his chocolate brown eyes wide and curious. The room they stood in was a soft creamy white color with darker cream stripes. On the ceiling, a pastel green sun was painted directly above the cot, the green to symbolize the Thursday the baby was born in, and the sun to symbolize the family's eternal thanks to the small miracle.
"I think we should name him Fatty, 'cos that's what he is," A slightly taller boy announced with a grin. He had hazel green eyes that resembled the queen and a fair mop of hair that down his forehead.
"You stink at naming, Gabriel," Another boy said. He was the shortest of them all, and his eyes twinkled with mischief. He also had light hair, although it was short and cropped. "Everyone knows that all babies are pretty chunky. I think we should name him Shorty, 'cuz I'm not the shortest anymore!"
The king smiled down affectionately at his sons, giving each boy a respective tousle on the head. "Shouldn't you two leave the naming to your mother?" He asked, his voice tinged with humor. He bent down to peer at his new son, raising his hand above the baby and wiggling his fingers.
The infant's large gray eyes widened with excitement. He gurgled with happiness, reaching out chubby hands to flail at his father. Michael let out a soft chuckle as the child finally caught one of the outstretched fingers, proceeding to put said finger in his toothless mouth.
"Ewww, did I do that when I was a kid?" The tallest boy scrunched up his face with mock disgust. "Mooom, dad's getting his fingers all slobbered over!"
Queen Anna poked her head out from behind the room's entrance, a smile on her face. Despite the fact that she had just given birth, Anna was quite a healthy woman. Her red-hair hung down her shoulder practically shone, and her dark green eyes were twinkling with amusement. "Gabriel, are you already bothering your new brother?" She asked. The shortest boy leaned over to shoot his mother a rather exasperated expression.
"Nah, he's just suggesting some names. They're terrible, really." He rolled his eyes as if to emphasize his point.
"Like yours was any better, Balthazar!" Gabriel rebutted with a grin. "I bet in a few years, he'll be taller than you anyway!"
"Anna, would you have any suggestions for our new son?" Michael asked in an attempt to quell the imminent war between Gabriel and Balthazar. He straightened his back and stepped towards his wife, pulling her close to him and leading her to the cot. The family was once again quiet, although Gabriel stuck out his tongue at Balthazar and blew a raspberry. This earned him a withering look from Raphael.
After a short moment of peace, Anna let out a soft sigh and reached down the cot to gently caress her son's small tuft of ebony hair, slowly letting her hands curl around his small body as she picked him up. She cradled the infant close to her chest and nestled her head against his, breathing in the fresh and flowery scent of his most recent bath.
The baby let out a squeal of delight, and before Gabriel could even start complaining about 'darn babies and their stupid high pitched caterwauling', the child had a golden pair of wings sprouting from his back.
Anna let out an astonished gasp. Michael's eyes bugged out. Gabriel and Balthazar gave twin cries of bewilderment. Raphael merely snapped his head up towards his new brother, regarding the wings and allowing his mouth to slightly drop in surprise.
"The… The… Flower…" Michael stammered what immediately leapt to his mind as the winged child merely yawned and snuggled closer towards his mother's chest. "Anna… Do you think that the flower's magic could somehow… Transfer into our child?"
Anna looked on at the pair of wings, one outstretched hand tentatively inching toward the closest wing. Her fingers grazed by a stray feather that stuck out. She was instantly bathed in a warm and pleasant feeling that quickly spread throughout her body, making her let out a soft breath of happiness.
"Oh, Michael," She breathed. "This is a blessing, a blessing!" Her voice was joyous, which greatly assuaged the rest of the family. Gabriel and Balthazar seem to have recovered from their shock, and Gabriel was already bouncing on his toes as he eyed the golden pair of wings.
"This is so cool!" He said with a grin. Balthazar eagerly nodded his head in agreement.
"Our brother can fly!" He spread his arms out and started flapping like a bird. "He can take us anywhere we want! No more horse carriages for this prince, he'll be traveling by air!" Balthazar was just about to start babbling about plans involving the start of a travel business by air, but Michael, who still bore a faint look of concern, quietly shushed the excited boy.
"Anna," Michael began, "we cannot let the kingdom know about... This." He gestured towards the child's wings. The queen, looking offended, opened her mouth to retort, but Michael beat her to it. "We still have enemies, Anna," said Michael in a more pleading tone; "enemies who want to harm us in any way. Think of what people would be willing pay for for our son. I am only saying this for his protection."
Anna bit her lip, returning her gaze towards the golden pair of wings which had started to shrink back into the infant's body. After a moment's hesitation, she nodded, and Michael let out a sigh of relief. The king wrapped his queen up in his strong arms in a protective manner, also gathering in his three sons who crowded around their mother.
"We can still hold a small celebration," Michael said, pressing a soft kiss on his wife's forehead. Unfortunately, Gabriel had to ruin the moment.
"Does that mean we get another round of cake?" He asked, eyes brimming with hope. Anna could only laugh.
That night, the royal family had emerged onto the castle balcony, looking out onto the eagerly awaiting crowd. In his hand, Michael held a small and boxy paper lantern, its fragile exterior decorated with a pastel green sun and intricate patterns that curved around it. His other hand was wrapped around Anna, who cradled the newborn in her arms.
Gabriel approached his parents, handling a burning candle very carefully. He slowly lit the light metal bottom of the lantern, hastily putting out the candle's fire once the metal was alight.
Michael smiled at his son and with a gentle launch; the lantern soared in the air. Down below, the crowd gave an excited cheer to celebrate the health of their queen and the birth of her new child. Gabriel and Balthazar started an animated discussion on how they wanted to celebrate their own birthdays (Gabriel would much prefer an entire week's worth of sugary delights instead of a lame lantern), while their parents looked towards the sky. Staring up at the sole lantern, Anna gently tugged at Michael's sleeve.
"Michael?" She said. "I think I know what I want to call him." She looked down at her new son, gently stroking his fine few strands of black hair. With a loving smile, she whispered, "Castiel."
Later in the evening, as the royal family slept, the witch crept into the room of the sleeping Castiel. As she neared the cot, she let down her hood to reveal a pasty, shriveled face and harsh, beady black eyes. She began to chant her song, the song that she had sang for centuries. As if drawn out by her words, golden wings began to emerge from the child, throwing light around the surrounding walls. The witch drew out a pair of scissors, her eyes flashing with hunger. As she neared the end of her song, she began to snip at a wing. As the scissors closed around a clump of golden feathers, they instantly lost their glow, turning as black as coal.
"No…" The witch breathed, flinging the useless dark feathers onto the ground.
Michael and Anna awoke with a start when they heard a wail.
"Castiel!" Anna's voice was surging with worry.
As the king and the queen arrived at their new son's bedroom, they saw a hooded figure on the balcony look back at them, eyes flashing in the dark. Anna could make out a small bundle carried by the figure, could hear the small sob the bundle made.
"Castiel!" She cried, reaching out. But it was too late. The figure swiftly slipped down the balcony and into the night.
The kingdom searched and searched for weeks, but they could not find their missing prince. Eventually, all hope was lost, and search parties limped home to deliver the sad news to the royal family.
The witch had taken the child to a new hiding place, a tower far, far away from the kingdom. She raised the child as her own, teaching the child to sing her special song as she groomed his golden wings. The witch had recovered her magical flower, and was determined to never lose it again.
Anna, although heartbroken, did not lose hope, and continued to celebrate her missing son's birthday with a show of hundreds of lanterns floating into the sky, hoping that one day, Castiel would see the lanterns and return home.
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So. Um. There you go. Happy happy? HEHEHEHEHE. Please review, I really would appreciate that, yes. I'll try to update as often as I can, but I can't make any promises. You'll be seeing the return of lots of beloved characters and quotes from both Tangled and SPN, and, I promise by my Cas-loving heart, no OCs. I lack the energy to create them.