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Chapter 2

Dean stood alone in his rooms; a knock on the door woke him from his thoughts. Dean looked up and saw his younger brother Sam at the entrance to his room.

"I was told you have asked for me," said Sam with that formality that was required from his status.

The two princes were very close, but in the presence of someone else they kept a formal attitude to one another (except for maybe Chuck, who was a close friend of Dean's); only when they were alone did they act like themselves.

"Yes I have brother," Dean said and made a gesture with his hand that signaled to Sam to get in, "There's something I want to ask of you," he continued as Sam got in and closed the wooden door of his bedroom.

"Of course Dean, anything you want," said Sam with a smile on his face.

Sam approached a low sofa and sat on it, and signaled Dean to do the same.

"So, what did you want to ask?" said Sam after Dean had sat down as well.

"I would like to borrow your personal slave," Dean said without looking at Sam. He knew how possessive his brother was when it came to sharing his things and especially his slave.

"You… want to take Gabriel?" asked Sam. "Why? You don't like him at all."

"Borrow, not take. Borrow," emphasizedDean, "and you're right. I don't like him very well, but he does know what he is doing and I need someone to instruct my new slave as to what he needs to do and know."

Sam didn't answer and seemed to be considering it. 'Oh, sometimes, Sammy, you're such a girl,' Dean thought to himself.

"Oh come on Sammy, stop thinking so much, you are giving me a headache," said Dean mockingly. "I just don't trust anyone else, except for the personal slave of my brother, to know exactly what to do, and…"

"Ok, ok, stop with the begging," Sam said with his hands in the air. "You can have him for one day, just one day, got it? And you call me a girl."

"Thanks Sammy," smiled Dean, "and yes, you are a girl."

Gabriel was told by prince Sam that he was to tend to the new slave of the crown prince. He was to clean him, feed him and instruct him on everything he needed to know as a personal slave. But all that wasn't important at the moment. Gabriel had seen the new slave, he had been there when the crown prince had chosen him, and he knew him.

His little brother, his precious little brother, but why? What the hell had happened?

Gabriel nearly burst through his younger brother's bedroom door; personal slaves had their own rooms so they would always be close to the one they served and be able to tend to their any desire at any time of the day.

When he got in, his young brother stood with his back to him. He just stood there, he didn't move nor did he say anything, he just stood.

Gabriel approached him gently. "Castiel?" he whispered.

At the sound of Gabriel's voice Castiel turned around, his eyes widened with surprise and shock.

"Gabriel?" he whispered, his voice cracked. "Is that really you?"

"Yes, Castiel it's…," but Gabriel didn't finish his sentence before Castiel was already hugging him tight. Gabriel hugged him back, careful not to touch his bound wings.

For a few minutes neither of them moved or said anything and then reluctantly Gabriel pulled back. He looked in his younger brother's eyes and said, "Castiel what happened? Why are you here?"

Castiel didn't answer. He just looked at his brother with a sad look on his face, and Gabriel knew, he knew that Castiel could not talk about it. It was a secret, a secret that if exposed, it might cost them their lives and that only if they were lucky. So Gabriel didn't ask nor did he say anything else of that matter, he just smiled a faint smile that seemed to transfer everything to Castiel that he wanted to tell him but couldn't.

And then something shifted in Castiel eyes. "Gabriel!" he whispered. "Anna, she's…" but with a wave of his hand, Gabriel stopped him from saying anything else. He nodded in understanding and said "I know. I was there. I will see what I can do."

But before either of them could say anything else there was a knock on the door.

A human slave came in carrying soap and towels in his hands. He put the things on the floor, and then hurried back out, but not before telling them that the crown prince had ordered his personal slave to be in his rooms right after supper.

'That only leaves us with about two hours,' thought Gabriel. 'I just hope it will be enough.'

"We don't have a lot of time. I am supposed to prepare you for the crown prince," said Gabriel as he quickly urged his brother to the nearby tub.

"But…" Castiel started but was cut off by Gabriel.

"No buts! You can't be late," he ordered, still pushing Castiel into the tub.

Once Castiel was in the round wooden tub, Gabriel told him to take off his clothes so he could help him clean up (well, what was left of them anyway after a night of chasing in the woods, and then four more days of traveling in a wagon). Castiel, being who he was, said nothing. He took off his clothes as instructed, trying his best to forget about modesty. He was a slave now, and in a slave life, what once was a given, was now a privilege. And modesty was not something he could afford anymore.

Gabriel helped him clean up as best as he could, while trying his best not to violate his brother's privacy. Castiel noticed it and said, "It's okay brother, I know what must be done. Come on, we don't have a lot of time."

Gabriel nodded and came to stand behind Castiel. He poured some water on Castiel's right wing, then moved his hand gently on the wing, cleaning the feathers as best as he could, considering the fact that the wing was bound. Castiel didn't move. He seemed to be in some sort of a trance.

Touching the wings of an angel was considered a very intimate act, which was performed only by a mate. Having Gabriel touch his wings like that was bad enough but the fact that they were bound like they were, only made it more painful for Castiel, both physically and emotionally.

But it didn't last long. Gabriel was, as Dean said, very good at what he did, and soon he had Castiel completely cleaned.

Once they were done with that Gabriel taught him everything he needed to know: what he should do, what he shouldn't, who he could and couldn't trust, a bit about the politics that took place in the palace, but mostly he told him about Dean. He told him that the crown prince had a temper when something wasn't done right, that he didn't like groveling and begging. That he was harsh sometimes, but always fair and had a fondness for women and alcohol, but knew his limits.

Last he told him that more than anything in the world, Dean was craving for his father's approval, but that the most important thing for him was his little brother, prince Sam. The one person that the crown prince loved more than any woman, any throne, or any kingdom in the world, and would do his best to prevent any harm from coming to him.

Now that Castiel was prepared (as much as he could be), it was time to meet Dean the crown prince.

Gabriel instructed him where he should go, and accompanied him as far as he could, while the entire time he continued to instruct him what he should do and say.

Gabriel did not want to scare him, but the initial meeting with the Prince was very important for his continued existence. If the prince would not be satisfied for any reason, it could be very dangerous for Castiel. Dean was very easily influenced by initial impressions. If he was not satisfied right away it would be very hard to change his mind later and if he didn't like Castiel he could get other personal slave and Castiel would become a regular slave. But if he did like him, then Castiel would officially become his personal slave.

In that case Castiel would have a better life than the rest of the slaves in the palace, no matter whether man or angel. He would have his own heated room rather than having to sleep in the cold slave compounds. Also he wouldn't have to wear the dirty tunics most slaves wore but he'd have better and most importantly clean clothes. The food would be better too. Not the just water and bread, which sometimes was even rotten by the time the slaves got it. But the biggest advantage of being a personal slave was that he would belong to the prince, which meant that no one else would be allowed to touch him. Especially not the slave pens headmaster, who was known to be a very cruel and creative man when it came to satisfying his sadistic desires and needs with one of the slaves

When Castiel entered the left wing of the palace, Gabriel could not follow. That was the area that belonged to the crown prince and he was forbidden to enter. Only the slaves and servants of the prince were allowed inside (except of course for invited guests and friends).

Gabriel separated from Castiel with a small touch on the shoulder (he did not want to disclose their relationship and that there was a relationship between them). And Castiel went on to finally meet the prince.

A/N: Hi everyone I know it's not much, my stupid work took all the spare time I had lately, so not much room for creativeness, I promise the next chapter will be more…well just more.