This is a Game of Thrones inspired Dean/Castiel AU. I do not watch GoT so it is only very vaguely inspired with much of the blood and power struggles stripped away. (sorry!)

This was written for tumblr. Mostly it will be changing POVs between Dean and Castiel, but I may also include other characters. I may not be able to update often.

It's not been beta-read.

Dean didn't know if this was a good idea. If he had other choices, other families to make alliances with, then he might have gone to them first, but the other families had closed ranks against the Winchesters after his father's death, effectively leaving Dean an outcast. That meant the only people he could go to were the Angels.

Their family had been wandering on the edges for some time, since they were deposed. They had followers, but more than that, they had an army amassed from mercenaries and lost souls, those who had flocked to their banner and the promise of change. Dean could offer them legitimacy. The Winchesters were still a noble family. In exchange for their army, he would marry one the Angels and make them his prince-consort when he was crowned.

The Angels would reclaim the throne. One of their grandchildren would rule. Dean was certain that, of all the families, the Angels had been on the outside long enough to realize that it was worth playing the long game. Michael, the oldest, didn't need to be king as long as their family name and their family line was ensured. They could come back to court; reclaim the lands and castles that had been forfeited when they were removed. Dean was offering a chance that had not existed before.

Dean needed them to take it. He needed their army. He needed to move quickly. His brother Sam was a captive. Dean didn't know what was planned for him, but he was sure it was not good. Either Sam would be executed as a traitor or he would be married off, forced to legitimize the power struggle that had erupted after their father's death. Neither future was one Dean wanted for his brother. He had to move quickly to save Sam and that meant finalizing this deal with the Angels.

He met with Michael to finalize their deal and accept an introduction to his intended. Dean knew Michael had many siblings, more than enough to marry off and eventually cement ties with all the noble families.

They met in a large ornate tent. There were chairs and pillows to sit on, low little tables laid out with food and goblets for wine. Servants carried leaves with which to fan them. It was opulence on a small scale to show the Angels were not completely removed from the society they had once ruled.

Dean sat and looked upon the men that he would soon call family.

Years of wandering had made Michael harsh. There were scars on his body that Dean did not remember. Dean had been a youth when the Angels had been driven into the wilderness but he remembered Michael as serene and scholarly. Now he saw a haggard warrior, a man searching for a chance to reclaim the glory he had lost.

Gabriel was much as Dean remembered him, still dressed in gaudy colors, still a jester. His jokes were barbed, his smiles cruel, but he offered Dean marzipan stuffed dates and explained that his intended would be along in a minute.

Raphael stood silently alongside his brothers, glaring imperiously at Dean. He would not sit or drink with them. Dean wondered if he was even in favor of this agreement or if he would have preferred to refuse Dean's offer and go on alone.

Dean thought to ask where Lucifer was, but he remembered hearing news that one of their number had died. He bit his lip and drank the rose scented water Gabriel poured.

Finally, the flap of their tent was pushed back and a young man entered. Dean did not immediately recognize him, although he saw that he was beautiful. He was dark haired like Michael, but his eyes were blue. He had been draped in blue silks that clung to him appealingly but offered hardly any coverage, hinting at the tantalizing body hidden beneath them.

Dean rose to his feet quickly, as did Michael and Gabriel, glancing at Michael from the corner of his eye. He was, he realized, being offered the most tempting thing Michael could think of. They were desperate, needing Dean's help. Suddenly, Dean understood Raphael's unhappiness. Even with their army, they had not been able to make their move. It was humiliating to a people who were so proud.

"This is Castiel," Michael said, gesturing to the young man.

Dean nodded. He remembered Castiel vaguely. He had been a child when the family had fled. He was a man now. A beautiful man who made Dean's heart beat faster. As he watched, Castiel bowed his head submissively, clutching his hands together in front of him.

"You can inspect him if you like," Michael offered. "He is a virgin but we are confident he can breed."

Castiel lifted his head just slightly at that, his eyes narrowed and Dean fought back a smile. There was a streak of defiance in the man then? A stubbornness? Dean thought he was all the better for it.

He took a step forward, letting his eyes roam up and down over Castiel's body. He walked around Castiel, looking at him from different angles and tried not to feel as if he was inspecting a horse he meant to buy. Castiel was stunning. Dean couldn't help but feel lucky. He had not known what sort of offer he would receive. Castiel was better than he had dared to let himself imagine. He tried not to let his pleasure show on his face. He did not want Michael to know exactly how pleased he was with Castiel.

Dean had always hoped to avoid an arranged marriage. He had hoped that by being a solider he would forge his own path and make a love-match. Politics and life at court had conspired against him and brought Dean to this union, but he thought that maybe, given time, he and Castiel could come to love each other.

Dean felt the first, important spark. He felt lust when he gazed upon the young man. From lust they could build to a deeper understanding and a deeper commitment.

He came to a stop, standing in front of Castiel and he nodded slowly.

"He's acceptable," he said. "We'll marry tomorrow."

"Good," Michael said. "I shall inform the men that there is to be a wedding."

"And a party?" Gabriel asked hopefully.

"No, no time for a party," Dean said, still staring at Castiel. "We must move as soon as possible."

"Very well," Michael said.

Dean let himself smile then. Castiel raised his head and looked back at him, meeting his eye for the first time. His cheeks flushed pleasantly and Dean felt his heart skip a beat.

His wedding could not come soon enough as far as Dean was concerned.