Title : I Want To Be Your King
Chapter : 2/?
Warnings : See 1st Chapter.
"Marry me!" thousands of female voices shouted towards the passing carriage. Dean grimaced, of course he loved the people of the soon-to-be-his kingdom, though he loathed the women (and men) that threw themselves at his feet for his money. He peeked his head out of the carriage window, smiled politely and waved while mouthing 'Some day'. Which only caused them to scream louder. Dean settled back into his seat and idly scraped the melted cheese off the wrapper of the bagel. He had left the castle at eight in the morning, and after seven long boring hours, they were nearing the Town Hall of the Southern Region.
He smiled fondly, remembering why he loved leaving the Northern region so much. It was mainly because he got away from the witc- err, queen and his father who did nothing but bow down to her. Or maybe because he got to see his good friend, Gabriel Baine, who just happened to be the Head of the Southern Region. The two grew up together, and were classmates at the Educational Institution For Royalty. Gabriel wasn't exactly Royalty, but his father who was currently the Commander-in-Chief of the Suporia Army – once saved John's life when the castle was under attack. So an exception was made.
Dean peeked at Sarah who was sleeping like a log, leaning against the window. He stuffed the pastry wrapper under the carpet of the vehicle and snickered evilly to himself. He didn't particularly like or hate his driver, but it was a little thing he did during the inspections for shits and giggles. Imagining the driver's face when he found the wrappers while cleaning out the carriage made him smirk. He knew Mary would flip out for the tiny un-princely behaviour and he loved it.
He stepped out of the carriage once it halted and after him came out Sarah. She purposely ignored the bulge of the carpet in the vehicle, giving the prince a knowing smile. He grinned proudly and walked smartly to the door of the Hall. He was led into a room and nodded to the guide. The man bowed down respectfully and walked away. Dean opened the door and laughed at the sight of Castiel yawning into his hand. He gazed at Gabriel who was busy scribbling on paper. "Good afternoon, ladies," the cocky prince purred.
Gabriel glared playfully at him and stood up to greet him. "Great to see you again, Deanie, how's life?" he grinned at the use of the nickname he knew the prince disapproved of.
"Mum tried to ruin my perfect face with that stupid cup of weed," he replied like it was an everyday thing. "Father did nothing, of course. He would bend backwards and walk on his tongue for her."
Gabriel laughed and gave Dean a friendly pat on the shoulder, with a mumble of what sounded like 'That's nice.' Castiel got up and meekly bowed before Dean, "Your highness," he said softly.
The prince raised an eyebrow. He and Castiel were no strangers for sure, as he was Gabriel's sweetheart ever since they were teens. "I see you're still very shy, Cas," he stated. 'I'm not shy..' the angel mumbled and sat back next to Gabriel.
The meeting went on for hours, because Dean would say he needed to go to the bathroom, Gabriel would tell him to go and Dean would reply with, "I don't feel like going anymore." He soon stopped though, and they began talking on the process of the Southern Region. "Dad's asking if you need any more help here, by the way," Dean said when Castiel inquired about his parents.
Gabriel sighed loudly, "We're perfectly fine here, I don't understand why you visit so often. You should go check of the East and West, they're dying out there." Castiel began weaving his fingers together nervously at the statement. He had been born in the Eastern Region – where the orphanages were cruel and cold. He ran away at the age of sixteen and met Gabriel, the spark of hope in the dark.
He leaned into the arm on his shoulders, which was undoubtedly Gabriel's. "It's okay," the older male cooed, "You didn't belong there, you belong here, with me." The angel blushed, the North and South region was filled with humans and mystical creatures, living in complete harmony.
"Besides," Dean chipped in, "Dad usually goes to the West and East, they're full of oldies like him, you know. And all they say whenever I visit is 'Look how big you are!' or 'My daughter has quite a crush on you, young man. I expect you to take responsibility.' I mean, seriously - what the hell?"
Gabriel stared at Dean. The couldn't wait till the boy became king. He wanted to see Dean with a serious look on his face, not that he minded the day-dream, shit eating grin of his. The prince them spent hours ranting on how much he hated his homophobic mother and how he didn't want to get married to a whore who wanted his money.
Earlier With Sam..
After his parents were done.. well, whatever – Sam stomped down the stairs loudly, just in case. "It's safe, kiddo." Gabriel laughed at the look of Sam's face.
"God, Gabe, that was so embarrassing, I bet Sam heard us and we woke him up, I'm so sorry Sammy, I didn't mean to, your father is just a horn dog who-" Gabriel stuffed his husband's mouth with a pancake bit before he could finish his sentence.
The angel blushed and chewed quietly. Sam grinned, "I'm going to have breakfast at Ruby's. What? It's an early thank you for helping her out." He answered the look on his parents' faces.
Yes, Ruby, the beautiful teen who was three years younger than the nineteen year old boy. They did not, or will ever share romantic feelings for each other – not only because Ruby was head over heels for her boyfriend. But also because Ruby and Jesse, her boyfriend both knew Sam's sexual preference. They accepted him with open arms. Let's not forget to mention that your best friend can be the opposite sex, you know?
Sam walked down the village streets, admiring the silence. Five minutes later, he knocked softly on the fence of Ruby's garden. Jesse pulled at the fence and grinned at Sam, "Babe, Sam's here!" he called.
The brown haired boy walked into the yard and laughed as he was enveloped into a hug. "You're just in time, love, the brownies are almost done." Ruby informed and she led the boys into the kitchen.
She put on her pot holders that Sam made for her last Christmas and pulled the hot tray out, setting it on the table. Jesse, being greedy, reached out to grab a brownie. He pulled back with a loud hiss as the hot treat made contact with his skin. "That's what you get, you impatient dog," Ruby said disapprovingly, but playfully.
With breakfast over, Ruby led them to the stable. Sam smiled, he was going to help the couple groom their horses for the Winchester Fair in the Northern Region next week. They planned on entering Sally and Kurt, their horses, in the pure-bred horse contest. The boys questioned grooming and training the horses a week early, but she simply replied with "It takes time to look good." Which earned her laughs behind hands from them.
The trio finished their work at five in the afternoon, and spent the rest of the day fooling around with the garden hose. "My parents are gonna kill me!" cried out Sam with a laugh as he squeezed his dripping shirt onto the village street.
Ruby, who didn't get wet because she brought out her ridiculous umbrella, saying her hair wasn't in the mood – laughed. Jesse left a bit early since he lived a bit farther away. "Tell them I said hello!" Ruby called before she securely locked the fence and retreated inside.
Sam tucked his hands into his cold jeans and turned to his home. His heart warmed when he heard the laugh of his parents. He kicked off his worn out trainers, which were now stained in mud. He opened the door, and instead of just his parents, he met the stare of a handsome, dirty blonde haired boy. "Oh, welcome back, Sam. You sure took longer than we expected," Gabriel greeted.
The young teen stared curiously at Dean. He didn't really know anyone. Except for his parents, Ruby, her boyfriend and her parents. "I don't mean to be rude, but who is this?" he asked as he took his jacket off.
Dean stared at Sam in awe. His shirt was stuck to his chest. It was even white for goodness sake! He drank in the sight of Sam's brown hair. "I uh, I'm just a friend who's staying o-over for a d-day." The prince stuttered, not wanting to be treated in a formal way by the young beauty.
His insides twisted and turned, he wasn't used to his – why did he have a sudden urge to hold Sam in his arms? He couldn't stop himself, as he grabbed Sam's face and pulled him close. The young boy blushed deeply but instead of a kiss, he saw the prince stare deeply into his eyes. His heart began to beat as if he was running a marathon. Dean pulled away and ran up the stairs, into the guest room - calling, "I'm going to bed!"
Castiel got up and hugged his son, "Don't worry, sweetie. It wasn't anything you did, really. He must just be tired." He cooed lovingly.
He gave Sam a kiss on the forehead, "You should probably get some sleep."
Sam nodded and ran up the stairs. He passed by the guest room and blushed once again, before finally entering his bedroom.
Inside The Guest Room...
Dean buried his face into the cool pillow, hoping it would help with his sweaty face. He curled up and fell asleep with a single thought on his mind, 'He has hazel eyes..'
FUCK YES, bitches. This has to be the longest shit I have EVER written. *yawn* Yeah okay whatever. Review. Likesrsly. You won't get any fucking updates unless you REVIEW. Also. I hate Ruby. So I gave her a random hobo off the street. Suck it.