First of all...
Thank you so much for the reviews and the sweet comments! You're extremely nice!
I'm currently writing a new Destiel story based on the Hunger Games, where Dean volunteers in the sake of saving Jo and Castiel makes the male candidate of the Games. Feel free to tell me what you think about it.
And now I present you, the second chapter of True Love's Kiss.
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Castiel jolts awake suddenly, panting heavily as he sits up straight. He tosses his head around and he sees nothing.
"Sam?" He calls out quietly.
He waits.
"Sam?" He tries, louder this time, hopeful that his prince would come to his rescue.
Surrounded by darkness and nothing else, Castiel curls into a ball. His arms wrap around his knees, securing them against his pounding chest.
He lifts his leg and suddenly, a weak beam of light appears from where his foot was stepping on. As his head tilts with curiosity, Castiel lowers himself to the ground and looks through a hole perforated on the ground.
Peeping through, Castiel sees nothing, though he could hear faint noises of someone playing a high pitched blow horn… Someone not very talented, Castiel thinks and shakes his head to himself. He presses on the ground and suddenly feels movement.
Dying to escape the darkness, Castiel pushes harder and feels the ground beneath move further. As he pushes, the sounds of the blow horn becomes less distinct and grows louder and louder. He soon realises that he was pushing what seems like a spherical metal plate and his hands feels damp all of a sudden.
Finally, Castiel manages to remove the plate and climbs through the mysterious portal.
...
Eyes wide with pure amazement, Castiel stands wordlessly as he looks above him. Infrastructures made of glass tower over him, covering parts of the sky. Castiel could see the glistening stars in the sky but somehow, it seems further than usual. Then, a blow horn sounds at him and Castiel turns. Bright white light blinds his eyes and he instinctively runs out of the way, resulting in more blow horns sounding at him.
Almost immediately, Castiel finds himself trapped deeper and deeper into an enormous crowd of people. Unable to move out, Castiel allows himself to be pushed towards a direction he has no intention of heading.
"Excuse me," he turns to everyone surrounding him, "I was wondering if you could direct me to the castle? I'm supposed to be at my wedding."
"Could you help me?"
"Hello, would you be so kind to direct me to the castle?"
"Excuse me, I'm supposed to be at a ball to wed my one true love."
No one bothers to answer. Some just stare at him as if he was speaking in tongues. Nevertheless, Castiel keeps asking, hoping that one of them provides him an answer.
Soon, he enters a place known as the Subway. Castiel decides the location to be too extreme for him to stay. The crowds, the noise, the fast paced movement of everything and everyone – it was just too much for him to handle. After a few long tormenting moments trapped in the train station, Castiel finds a route to freedom and follows it.
Finally out of the Subway, Castiel steps into a deserted strange land. He looks around. Although the streets are lit up by dim candles on really tall pillars, no one is anywhere to be seen.
"Hello?"
"Is anybody there?"
Castiel is terrified… and all alone.
Dean releases a deep sigh as he watches his clients argue their heads out. His eyebrows arches slightly as he slowly drifts into deep sleep. A moment ago, they were arguing about who gets Chuck, which happens to be their pet Chihuahua. Dean has no idea how the 'conversation' turned into another argument about who gets to keep the latest Bieber album.
"I'm taking Justin!" the wife screams and startles Dean awake.
"Nuh uh, woman, you ain't getting him!"
"You've never loved Justin like I did!"
"Well, now, you've-"
"Dude!" Dean shouts and interrupts the couple, "Be a man and just give her the damn album!"
"That's right!"
The husband and wife continue their screaming spree and Dean covers his ears.
Not soon enough, the meeting finally ends and Dean waves to his clients who are still arguing as they disappeared into the same elevator.
"God save those who are in that elevator," Dean mutters to himself and heads over to his assistant. At the upper deck of the desk, Dean folds his arms, places it on the table and drops his head onto it.
"Tough work, huh?"
The assistant made a face as she tries to understand the 'secret message' behind Dean's muffled mumbling and moans.
"If I know what you're telling me, I'd know you're actually conversing in English."
Dean rests his chin on his arm and looks at the elder woman with tired, half opened eyes.
"I'm pretty sure they were married in Vegas… Drunk."
Missouri Moseley lets out a whole-hearted laugh. "Hopefully, that is not what's going to happen to you in a few."
"Come on, Missouri," Dean straightens up, "You know Gabriel and I have something special."
The woman arches her eyebrow.
"Gabriel and I… We're… We understand each other's strengths and weaknesses, okay?"
"Hmm, sounds like building a bridge."
Dean pouts his lips.
"Planning on telling little Ben?"
"Tell him that his Daddy's sleeping with one of Daddy's best friends? Yeah, that'll work wonders."
...
"I have to tell you something."
"What?"
Dean shifts uncomfortably in his driver's seat. What the hell was he doing? He thought it would be a good idea not to tell his kid that he's sleeping with another man. Then, he changes his mind into telling because he feels bad lying and keeping Ben in the dark. But now…
Now, he's screwed.
"Tell me what, Dad?" Dean glances at his son who was playing with the PS2 he had bought as Ben's birthday present a few months ago.
"Uhhm…. You remember Uncle Gabriel, right?"
"Yeah."
The screams and explosions blaring from the game play no role in helping Dean think.
"Weeeell… Uncle Gabriel will be living with us starting tomorrow."
"What happened to his house?"
"Well, his house is still… there… He's just selling it."
"Oh."
Alright, this is getting ridiculous, Dean rolls his eyes and draws in a deep breath.
"Ben, Uncle Gabriel and I are getting-"
"Dad! Someone's hanging off a roof!"
The Impala brakes with a screeching stop.
"What?"
Ben opens the door and leaps from his seat.
"Ben! Don't go there!"
Stepping out, Dean looks up and finds a man dressed in a pair of silky white trousers hanging off a metal pillar on the roof of a two storey building.
Dean shouts a warning, "Sir, do NOT move!"
The man screams.
"Dad, do something."
"I'm thinking, I'm thinking."
"Dad!"
"Ha! I know! I'll call the cops. Yeah, I'll call the cops."
"Dad!"
As Dean digs for the cell phone in his pocket, the man falls on him.
Ben stares wide eyed at the two adults moving in pain on the ground.
"Ah-how..." Dean exclaims as he tries to get up.
"Thank you for saving me."
"Yeah, no big."
Dean stands on his feet and checks himself for scratches.
Nope, the suit still looks great.
"I'm Castiel."
Dean forgets the needs of respiration when he meets a pair of bright blue eyes staring at him. The man, Castiel, has a brilliant smile too.
Stuttering, Dean reaches out for a handshake, "Dean."
Castiel frowns, tilting his head at the hand reached out to him. He looks at Dean and Dean arches his eyebrows, encouraging him to take it.
Reluctantly, Castiel curls his fingers around the hand, brings it up to his lips and kisses it.
Shocked, Dean jerks his hand away as soon as he feels lips-on-skin contact.
"Hey, heeeeey - the hell are you doing?"
Dean thinks to himself, I am NOT blushing!
"I'm confused. Is that not what you asked for? I know it is a little strange because most of the time, it's the maidens who ask for a kiss on the back of their hands."
Dean's eyes widen. "What – No! No!"
I AM NOT BLUSHING!
"Then what were you expecting?"
"It's… Wh - where did you come from?" Dean wipes the back of his hand against his suit.
"Andalasia."
"I'm sorry, where?"
"Andalasia."
Dean feels his brain malfunctioning as he tries to figure out where in this whole wide universe is Andalasia.
"Uh… Well, thank you for saving me, Dean," Castiel says, "I should be going. I need to return to wed my one true love, my prince."
"Okay…" Dean arches his eyebrow at the weirdo, "Where are you staying? I'll give you a ride home."
"I've told you," Castiel frowns, "Andalasia."
"Yeah, well, there has to be an address, right?"
Dean thinks to himself. You're being too nice, Dean. Just leave him.
"There is no address."
Then, Ben finally speaks. "Where are you sleeping tonight?"
"Oh, I haven't thought about that. But I would probably find a tree somewhere."
Dean scoffs. "Alright, dude, you're coming with us."
"Beg your pardon?"
"You're staying over at our apartment tonight."
"I do not understand that reference," Castiel does the head tilt thing again, "Are you offering me a place to stay?"
"YES!"
"Oh."
Castiel tugs at his torso and then, gives Dean a bow.
"Thank you."
Dean wonders what he's gotten himself into as he climbs into the Impala.
"Dad, why is your face all red?"
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