Well, I'm back with the second chapter! I know it's still a little short, but I promise the next one will have a better length. I meant to post this a few days earlier, but my computer ate my writing and i had to do it all over again ^^'

Disclaimer: I do not own SPN or any of it's characters, nada. Although Dean and Cas would've done the frick frack a long time ago if i had any say in it.

The light from the torches flickered across the throne room, sending shadows dripping across the stone floors in a black, inky substance from the ornate tapestries and dark, crimson curtains. They fluttered slightly from the wind, even though the intricate stained glass windows were tightly shut and bolted into place, locking out the settling night from the castle. The big, wooden throne let off a bigger shadow, stretching long along the cut boulders, the small, metal designs catching the flames of the torches and making them bounce off almost cheerily, as if they were little gemstones instead of rough, jagged steel. The air inside was slightly stuffy, but at the same time chilly; enough so that the figure sitting on the plush pillow wore a thick fur cloak falling to his feet.

As the giant entrance doors opened with a loud creak, a deep, honeyed laugh smoked through with whiskey came from the man resting on the throne. "There you are, Sammy!

In entered a man of tall stature with intelligent eyes and brown hair that barely brushed his shoulders. He dressed in clothes that didn't scream about his wealth, but anyone with a good eye would be able be able to tell the rich quality of his leather jerkin and tan pants. He didn't wear any jewelry, likewise his brother, but nevertheless, Dean's dress was much more flashy. "Dean, you know you can't ignore this any longer. You haven't accepted any messengers and the day is long gone," His voice sounded almost exasperated.

Dean waved his hand, sighing loudly. "Fine then, send whoever it is outside in, but I don't promise to listen." He feigned a tired expression, and got a relieved expression in return from Sam.

Sam opened the oak doors, easily, creating the loud, rasping sound again as they creaked on worn hinges. In rushed a small, wiry man, almost being drowning in his heavy, courier robes. He came to stand at the foot of the throne, straightening his back so he seemed to stand taller, even though it didn't work very well. bowing his head in greeting, he drew out a thick scroll from a messenger back slung over his shoulder, clearing his throat with a sense of importance.

"Will you hurry up? I do not plan to stay here all night," Dean drawled, his expression bored. He leaned his chin on the palm of his hand, giving a loud, annoyed sigh.

The courier was struck by Dean's indifference to the matter he came by, and cleared his throat nervously again, his small, compact frame drawing in as he lost his built up sense of importance and, hands shaking a little from suppressed anger at being treated so, started to read out what was on the parchment. "King Novak would like to extend his hand to you and create a treaty. All you must do is sign this paper-" He flourished it out of the bag, "-and all will be settled," He said, bowing before handing the scroll to Dean.

As the messenger paused with a meaningful look in Dean's direction, the newly appointed king's expression said nothing. This was a tough decision, and important for the reputation of his kingdom too. The Novak's were not rich, which was once a very noble family were now devoid of all their riches, given to other kingdom's as favors and refused to be paid back. However, their army was strong, trained by the oldest prince himself, and even though they were peaceful and rarely went to war considering of their teetering position, they wouldn't be an enemy that Dean would've wanted to make. Rubbing his temples, he cursed under his breath. All of this political stuff was not his calling, that was what Sam was born to do. Dean was made to ride into battle, fight and seduce any lady that caught his eye, not sign treaties and ensure the safety of the kingdom. He thought that being a king would be so much different, drinking with his newly knighted friends and having pretty maids attend to his every whims instead of sitting on a throne, waving away all the annoying couriers under the annoyed eye of his younger brother, who, undoubtedly, knew more about this matter than him.

Discouraged by Dean's lack of speech, the courier continued, a little reluctantly now. "Of course, King Novak has made you offers that would benefit your kingdom greatly," At that, Dean concealed a snort. There wasn't anything that the king could offer him that his people already didn't have. "Army forces will be at your command if you were to be ever in need of them and-" The messenger continued before being stopped by Dean's raised hand. That was a good offer, but at what cost did it come? If there was one thing that his father taught him, it was that nothing came free. At last, he waved his hand, signaling the small man to continue. "And, King Novak also offers to speak to the parliament for a chance to forget all of your father's wrong-doings..." Once again, he was cut off, but much more harshly that time.

The sound of ripping paper filled the room as Dean stood up, face looking almost stormy in the light of the torches. He could see Sam shooting him a worried look from across the room, eyes telling him not to do anything stupid, but Dean only snarled back. "You, come here," He snapped looking down at the cowering man standing in front of the throne. When he made no move to come closer, Dean grabbed the collar of his robes, pulling him up so far up that his feet were almost dangling above the floor.

"You know what you can tell your king?" Dean snapped, looking at the terrified man only inches away from his face. "That he can shove this offer up his ass, and that I don't want to hear from him again. Got it?" The courier let out a quick nod, before he was being dropped back to the floor, paper falling from all the nooks and crannies in his robes.

"Now scram, before I kick you out of here myself," The courier heeded his words, rushing to pick up all of his scattered papers before leaving hurriedly with a flutter of his dark blue robes, without so much as a bow to the furious king.

Dean sat back down on the throne heavily, letting out a deep sigh before rubbing a hand over his face. He knew he fucked up, this was a good chance to align resources, and now he had no doubt created an enemy, because the courier didn't seem like a man who passed up a chance to blab everything he'd heard. He'd never been good at keeping his emotions in check, and just the mention of his father broke a dam in him that he drew up since his death. Dean didn't even rise his head when he felt heavy footsteps once again approach the throne, and only peeked through the fingers covering his eyes when he felt a big hand clasp his shoulder.

"Dean, that wasn't a good idea. You've only been king for a day, and now this..." Sam's soft voice sounded in the awkwardly silent room, and his older brother groaned in agreement, running his hand through his hair, taking great care not to rip something out in the process from his exasperation.

"Don't I know it," He muttered back, raising his gaze to look at Sam with a lost look. He never showed weakness in front of people, not even his own brother, but at a moment like this he just didn't know what to do. He wasn't suited to be a king.

Thank god, Sam took the lead, hand falling from Dean's shoulder. "We have to settle things with them somehow. Say that you didn't mean all that, but in a grander gesture."

Dean smiled back softly. That was his Sammy, always coming to rescue. "But what can we do? I just told a king to shove his offer up his ass, that can't be easily taken back." He could almost hear the cogs turning in Sam's brain, and waited patiently- for once.

"The king has two unmarried daughters, doesn't he? You could propose marriage to one of them, you're not an unattractive man, Dean, it'll settle things between the two kingdoms and you'll have support on you side," Sam spoke slowly, but clearly saw Dean wince.

"Sammy, you know I'm not one for marriage, I can't do this," Dean was a ladies' man, goddamnit. Being tied to some princess, especially one he didn't know? It didn't sound like his thing at all. Although, if they came to some sort of agreement together, than Dean could do whatever the hell he'd want, and she, vice versa. They'd just be king and queen in public.

"Unless you want a full blown war, I suggest you take my advice," Sam replied stiffly, a little ruffled that his idea wasn't taken straight away.

Dean threw up his hands in surrender. He was king now, he reminded himself, important decisions was what he did now, and that seemed like the only thing option right now, lest he still want the respect of his people. Besides, a queen was always good when it came to politics, there might be something in it for him after all, and anyway, the Novak daughters were rumored to be quite beautiful indeed. "Fine, I'll see to it, if you wanna see me tied down so bad, then I'll do it," Dean could see the doubt in Sam's eyes, but he just shooed him away with a hand, grinning lazily. "Oh, and send Benny in, will you? I have something to discuss with him."

Once Sam had left and the firm, knightly form of Benny appeared in the throne room, Dean winked at him, gesturing for him to shut the door.

"Well, we've got some work to do."

Well, that's it! Hopefully it was okay, so please give me a review, those keep me writing and are literally the things that brighten my day most. I'll hopefully be able to post a new chapter once a wee or once every two weeks, so see you sometime then! Thank you for taking the time to read!