Title : I Want To Be Your King
Chapters : 1/?
Warnings : nonrelated!Dean/Sam (main pairing) Gabriel/Castiel, Yaoi, AU – STRONGLY OOC. Oh. And Virgin!Sam and Virgin!Dean again. Because fuckyouisaidsoyoubitch and 'cuz Sammy is the innocent cute peasant boy and Dean ain't allowed to have theh buttsecks unless he's married. Plushe'slookingfortheboyofhisdreams. I'm kinda new to writing Supernatural fics – be gentle? XD
Disclaimer : Fuck. You.
"I love you," Dean mumbled against smiling lips.
He pulled back just enough to stare longingly into beautiful hazel eyes, making his heart skip a beat. He dared not say anything – afraid he would ruin the moment. "And you, my king." Was the truthful reply from the brown-haired beauty, lips brushing together again.
Dean, not able to stop himself, wanted to desperately see his love face-to-face. He pulled back with a grin and whispered sweetly, "You're so beautiful, S-"
"Good morning, your highness!" cooed Sarah, Dean's babysitter since the day he was born.
He was always arguing with his parents – saying he was twenty years old and he need not to be taken care of anymore. But secretly, he would be hurt if Sarah were to leave, for she was practically his mother. Well, that was the everyday life for Dean Winchester. The handsome, intelligent, blue-blood boy of Suporia. He tugged on his dirty blonde hair and cracked an eye open. "Five more minutes.." he groaned.
Sarah pressed her lips in a tight line and gave him a smart pinch on the ear. "You're overslept enough, love. You don't want to be late for the monthly inspection of the Southern region, do you?"
He dared not answer her, he simply got up with a smile, treasuring the sting of his ear from the motherly act. "I'm up," he yawned as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes.
Sarah eyed him for a few seconds, gave him a small nod and left. He bit the inside of his cheek – an awful habit he had developed since he was a mere boy. His eyebrows furrowed from him being deep in thought, making the worry lines on his forehead become more defined. He tried and tried, desperately trying to remember the boy in his dreams. He had these dreams for a while now, he suspected that maybe it was because he would have to marry soon, and take control of the kingdom.
After his morning trip to the bathroom, he gracefully walked down the ridiculously long and shiny stairs, to the dining room. He plopped down onto his seat and yawned rudely, earning a disapproving look from his mother, an ignorant snort from his father and a pinch on his back from Sarah – which was done in such a way that his parents didn't see.
He glanced at the fairly sized envelope on the table, beside his plate. He glared at his mother while she wasn't looking, for he knew what it was. It would be filled with stupid recommendations on his-spouse-to-be. He purposely used the word "spouse" and not "wife" because he knew in reality that he would never marry a woman, but he didn't have the heart to tell his mother he would surely be marrying a man.
A hazel-eyed, brown-haired, beautiful angel, to be exact – once he found him. "See anyone you like?" came the gruff voice of John Winchester, who had just sent Sarah out of the room.
"No," Dean replied happily, even though he wasn't looking at all. He was more interested at picking at his food. He could feel the glare of his mother across him, so he tilted his head up and grinned. Mary glared harder, if looks could kill, she always said.
"Dean, I'm trying to be nice, you know. I could very easily have you married to any woman I choose for you right now. But no – I'm letting you choose." She hissed through her teeth. He didn't look up from his plate, but his eyes rolled upwards and glared at her. Once again, the worry lines were seen and she scowled at the sight.
"You stop looking at me like that, right now, Dean Winchester!" Mary's shrill voice echoed through the large room. Dean smirked. He absolutely hated this sorry excuse for a woman.
"Make me," he said. He grinned happily inside, loving the way he had said it – it sounded more like he said 'Fuck you.' Though the queen must have noticed, as she was about to throw her cup of tea at him, he dodged it effortlessly and ran out the room, calling, "I'm off to the Southern region!"
Sarah laughed in the carriage as Dean told her what happened during breakfast. "Aren't you being a bit of a bitch to her?" she asked casually, handing the prince a cheese bagel, knowing he hadn't eaten anything. Dean gave a dry laugh and accepted the pastry. "No." he frowned.
The middle-aged woman smiled softly, and whispered a quiet prayer as the carriage began to move. The prince grinned as he looked out the window, he always was excited seeing the kingdom. He didn't get out much.
In The Southern Region..
"Morning, angel," whispered Gabriel Baine, giving his husband of seven years, Castiel A. Baine a kiss. The angel blushed, and mumbled a quiet, shy, 'Good morning.' Castiel placed the blueberry pancakes on the table, along with the utensils and syrup. He squeaked when he was hoisted onto the kitchen counter, blushing when his lips were claimed roughly. His whimpers and moans were swallowed as his shorts were quickly ripped off.
"Yum, breakfast," Gabriel purred seductively while waggling his eyebrows. He placed open-mouth kisses on his husband's neck, thoroughly enjoying the familiar taste.
Castiel bite his knuckles, embarrassed, despite the number of times the two have had sex. "Gabe, don't…S-Sa- ah!" he whined in pleasure as the older male squeezed his clothed erection.
"Don't fight it, angel, I know you want it," he chuckled darkly. "Mmm.." was Castiel's quiet reply.
Upon hearing the obviously loud 'Harder Gaby!' and 'More, more, more!' from his two 'parents' downstairs, the young boy smiled. He didn't mind the noise, not at all. After he was abused and kicked out of his home after he admitted he was homosexual to his ever so loving parents – Castiel had found him on the street, passed out in the rain.
When he awoke, he was relaxed in the loving atmosphere of the couple and he knew he had found his home. After three years, Castiel and Gabriel decided to legally adopt him, and he couldn't have been happier.
With one more crack of his neck, hazel eyes met the world and brown hair was eventually tamed down – Sam Baine was finally ready to get out of bed.
A/N : Haha~ End of chapter 1! Please review if you want me to continue! 'Cuz seriously, I will NOT update until I get 5 reviews on this chapter. Also, be sure to check out my first Winceststory "Earth Hour". I'm wondering if I should make another chapter of it or something, but only if I get reviews~ SO REVIEW YOU LAZY BITCH. E_E