I DO NOT OWN SUPERNATURAL NOR THE CHARACTERS NOR THE ACTORS NOR THE IDEA OF THE TV SHOW BECAUSE ERIC KRIPKE WAS THE GENIUS WHO THOUGHT OF IT.
SUMMARY: AU. DESTIEL SLASH. Winchester Inc. and Novak Enterprise are the largest companies in the United States. One has the expertise with cars while the other possesses the expertise on gadgets. The two founders were once the best of friends but were pushed apart by jealousy and anger. Now, their two boys have found their way to each other's arms and later on, to each other's hearts. Will the young men's love for each other mend their parents' feud? Or will their parents break them apart?
WORD COUNT: 1,362
CHAPTER RATING: K
STORY WARNING/S: Boy with boy romance. Boys kissing, having sex and such. Hinting of character death. If you're homophobic, walk out. NOW.
CHAPTER WARNING/S: None
GENRE: Romance, Family, Drama, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Friendship
OTHERS: This story was inspired by the movie "Private Romeo" by Mr. Allan Brown, which used William Shakespeare's "Romeo and Juliet" as an actual script. Loosely based on "Romeo and Juliet" itself. NO DEATHS WILL HAPPEN SO YOU CAN ALL RELAX.
AN: I live because of reviews so it would be much appreciated. ;D
Also, I don't read/edit/check/whatever my stories more than just once so I'm sorry for the grammatical errors.
Love y'all! *blows a kiss to you guys.*
Shakespeare
Two Households…
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"Ash, I still don't understand why we have to go to this…" A man with dirty blonde hair trailed off as his hands moved in the air, as if he doesn't really know how to articulate what he wanted to say. "this… ball!" he finally finished by choking out the last word, as if it was the most frightening thing he has ever heard.
"Dean." A man with a mullet sighed and rolled his eyes before he continued. "This is going to be fun. Trust me man." He held Dean's shoulder's firmly, as if it was enough assurance for the young man.
"Ash, it's a ball the Novaks are hosting. You know how much my father hates the man!" The blonde man—Dean—exclaimed as he held the mask his friend gave him. It was black in color which covered his eyes and right cheek, leaving his mouth exposed. It has four white diamond-like stones on the right part, from somewhere above his eyebrow moving down to the side of his eye. The stones were of different sizes; the one on top was the biggest and it decreased in size as it moved to the side. He wore a white long-sleeved button up shirt which was tucked inside his black slacks which hung perfectly by his hips. The coat that was given to him to wear over the shirt was hanging on the back of the couch.
They have been having this argument for almost an hour now. Dean was actually surprised that Ash was able to make him get dressed for the said ball.
"Dude, that'll make it more fun. And it's not like we'll bump into the Novak dude your dad hates too much. You're twenty-four, live your life man!" Ash said happily as he slapped Dean's shoulders once.
"You told me the same thing when I was seventeen and wanted me to get drunk." Dean replied in a tone that was close to annoyed.
"Still, it's a Masquerade Ball man. You're wearing a mask. It's not like they'll know it's you. Also, you haven't been publicly seen for a while now. You've been studying the cars Japan makes that you've been away for quite a long time." It was true; Dean has been staying in Japan for almost four years now and has stayed in Germany two years prior to study about their car models so that the Winchester Inc. could benefit from it.
"Ash…" Dean said with hesitance in his tone but the other man knew Dean was on the verge of agreeing.
"Come on Dean! Man up. It's just a ball and we'll be fine, I swear." Dean rolled his eyes at that and took the coat then walked out of the door. Ash's fists punched the air as if he had one a million dollars then took his own coat and mask and followed Dean outside to get to the party.
0===0
"Castiel!" A loud, almost furious, but still worried, voice shouted. Said man has chocolate brown hair that almost seemed black in the dark. His eyes were chocolate brown as well and were slightly rounded. He had a pointed nose and fair skin. He was about six feet in height and has a lean body. He was in his mid-forties—forty-seven, to be specific—and was calling his only son from downstairs in the living room. He has been calling the young man—sixteen of age—for quite a while now and the boy hasn't responded once. He wasn't sure if he should be mad that his son possibly snuck out or worried that perhaps someone took him. To give himself a peace of mind, he trudged upstairs to his son's room. When he opened the door to the boy's room, his heart suddenly warmed and his eyes softened at the sight.
Castiel has his headphones on him, sitting cross-legged on the chair by his desk, and was listening to something his father couldn't hear; his face serious and unreadable. He has a guitar in one hand and a pen in the other. A laptop sat in front of him and a notebook beside it. He must've been writing a new song, which was why he couldn't hear his father—Lucifer.
Lucifer smiled softly and gently closed the door behind him. Even though he wanted his only son to take over their business, which specializes in gadgets, he loved (loves) seeing his only son writing poems, stories and create music every now and then. The boy also loved to sketch, paint and draw with pastels. Whenever the boy did so, he was reminded of his late wife, Anna Milton Novak, because she loved writing and sketching. But the person he remembered most was the woman he loved the most, who, sadly wasn't his late wife.
Lucifer quietly walked towards Castiel, even though he was quite certain the boy wouldn't hear him. When he was directly behind his son, he snatched the headphones out of the boy's head, making the latter gasp in surprise and quickly turned his head towards the intruder in his room. When he saw it was his father, he visibly relaxed and quickly pouted; giving his father a look that resembled a little puppy. Lucifer can't help but chuckle at that and lean down to kiss the top of his son's head, pulling him in a short embrace in the process.
"I see you've been writing again." He said with a smile when they pulled away from each other as he passed the headphones back to his son.
"Yeah. I'm still working on it. Hopefully it'll be good." Castiel said with a wide smile as he put the headphones down on his desk beside his laptop.
"No wonder you haven't been responding to my calls." Lucifer said in a teasing tone as he moved back to sit by the edge of his son's bed. Castiel blushed lightly and muttered a soft apology, making his father laugh loudly. "It's alright, son. At least I know you didn't sneak out again." He said when sobered up; his eyes glinting with amusement.
"It was one time!" Castiel cried out; his eyes going wide as he gaped at his father, earning him another round of laughter from the older man.
When Lucifer's laughter turned into soft chuckles, he patted his knees and stood up, his hands on his own knees serving as support. Castiel followed his father's movements with his eyes. Lucifer sighed softly with a small smile and looked at his son with a fond expression. "Well, you better get ready for the party. Raphael said there are already quite a number of people there. It'll officially start in thirty minutes."
Castiel groaned and gave his father his best puppy-eyes which usually win every argument they have. He even pouted his lips more to emphasize. "Do I really have to?" he let his lower lip tremble a little and widened his blue eyes even more. On normal occasions, Lucifer might have agreed to let Castiel do as he pleases, but it was a special occasion and his son was needed.
"Son, I'm introducing you as the heir to Novak Enterprise. You're the one needed the most." He said with a soft smile.
"Fine." He grumbled in return and stood up to get his vest and the mask that was made for him.
Castiel wore a pale blue long-sleeved button up shirt with a black vest on top. He was wearing black slacks and black leather shoes. His mask was white in color which covered his eyes and his left cheek but left his mouth exposed. Said mask has four black diamond-like stones that surrounded his left eye, from his eyebrow to the side, decreasing in size with the one by the eyebrow being the largest.
The white mask somehow emphasized how blue his eyes were while the stones made them seem to shine brighter. The color of the mask even brought out the darkness and unruliness of his chocolate brown hair that almost seemed black in the dark.
When the young man was done, he and his father started the short drive to the venue of the event.
Also posted on my LJ which gave the story a nice effect because of the theme I used. :3
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