True intentions
If only there was someone out there who loved you
Dean knew how lucky he was.
As he was sitting on his throne, he watched the citizens of Moondor walk by, one by one, and each of them bringing him a token of gratitude for keeping the kingdom so healthy. Because Dean was indeed a very good King.
Not the best, of course not, Dean didn't have that much of an ego, but he had to admit that he did a very good job at keeping the economy up, make sure he knew everybody that lived there, and there was no indication that a war was starting. Dean was a social King, made good jokes about things – which made everybody laugh – and, even though he denied it most of the times, he was easy on the eyes. The ladies all went on their knees to pray for him to notice them.
Yes, Dean was lucky, because no other King was loved like that; not even his father.
The audience with the people was running to an end. Dean listened to the last person – a baked who brought him the most delicious apple pie he ever tasted. Dean offered him money to pay for the food, but the man declined. After that, he humbly retreated, and the other citizens bowed for him, then waved and made their way out without making a fuzz of not having the chance to see him today. They always had tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow, and so forth.
"Another good hearing," Dean heard from behind him, and the King turned his head around to see his little brother come up to him with a smile on his face. The Prince was as always freakishly tall, but luckily still smaller than the throne, and he held a little toddler in his arms. Dean smiled as well when he saw the boy's face looking at him. He had short blonde hair, light blue eyes and a few freckles on his cheeks. It wasn't Sam's kid, but Dean's. So the King opened up his arms to take the child from his brother, and the boy snuggled against his chest, took hold of his shirt and didn't want to let go. Dean felt a warm feeling inside when the boy did that.
"Hello Jonathan," Dean said, kissing the toddler on his cheek. The boy didn't answer – he almost never talked – and just pressed his face against Dean's chest. The King was used to it; he was just very shy when someone else was in the room. Only with both his parents around, Jonathan dared to make a lot of noise. Sadly, he wasn't yet used to Sam, and though he never protested when his uncle held him, he didn't dare to look at him just yet – probably because, you know, his height and all.
"He ate everything on his plate, and after that he just went to play with his toys. He was really calm," Sam said, and it didn't surprise Dean at all. He pressed another kiss in the little Prince's hair and started walking away from the throne, going into the hallway with his brother and son.
"Do you know when they will be back from Hea'Vens Bridge?" Dean asked while trying to remember how many hours it had taken him to visit their neighbor-Kingdom.
"They should have arrived by now. I guess it'll take about thirty minutes to unload en return to the castle?" Sam answered, and Dean nodded. Then the three continued their way in silence. Dean stroke Jonathan's back, whispered soft things to his young son, and Sam watched him with fascination and surprise, as always. Dean understood him though. Dean had always been a rough guy, never daring to show any emotions or softness for others. But as soon as he got married, and when little Jonathan here came to their life, all of that pretending disappeared slowly.
"Stop watching kiddo, one of these days it'll be your turn," Dean said without looking at his brother. Sam chuckled, face coloring red and looking down.
"Well yeah, she's indeed very close," Sam said, and Dean heard how proud he sounded. When Sam got married, Dean had never felt happier for anybody else in his life. Sam deserved it, the beautiful wife, the perfectly healthy kid, the peaceful life without any worries.
Oh, Dean never really understood how they ended up here, but they did; All of them very happy, healthy, and loved.
"Well, I'm going to put Jonathan in bed, he looks like he's going to fall asleep on the spot," Dean said, nodding at his brother. Sam hummed his agreement, and continued walking, probably going back to his pregnant wife. Dean turned around the corner, walked up the stairs, and kept on stroking Jonathan's back while he moved. The boy sighed softly.
"Here we are," Dean said when he arrived to Jonathan's room. The boy looked up slowly, outstretched his arms and yawned. "You had a good day?"
"Yes daddy," Jonathan said. The boy smiled at his father, and pressed a little kiss on the King's cheek before being put into the crib. Dean tugged him in, put the covers over him, and kissed him goodnight again. Jonathan's eyes were already closed, and if Dean didn't know better, he'd think he was sleeping.
After that, Dean walked down to the kitchen to catch dinner. Normally they all ate together, but today not everybody was home. Sam and Jonathan already ate, probably with Sam's wife as well. Dean was very hungry, so he took a plate – despite the worker's protests that they would do it. He served himself the food he wanted, went to sit on the table, and ate in silence. He gestured the workers to take something as well, and they complied, happily that this King allowed them to eat in his presence.
It was one hour later when Dean cleaned up, taking the plates of the workers as well, to their surprise (they never got used to Dean doing their work). They had been talking most of the time, talking about the welfare of the kingdom, suggestions for changes, and then Dean wanted to know about them, because besides the castle they had a life too, right?
After that, Dean went to the bathroom to wash himself; he asked if someone would warm the water for him about twenty minutes ago. Now a whole tub was filled with water, and Dean smiled at that. He got out of his clothes without further ado, prepared a cloth to dry himself off later on, and lay down in the tub, scrubbing his skin clean. He took his time because he didn't want to go back to his room rushing. He knew who would be waiting there for him, and he liked to tease a little bit.
After another fifteen minutes though, the teasing seemed too much, and the door of the bathroom opened. Dean knew immediately who it was, so he didn't cover up. He started whistling a tune he himself didn't even recognize, and scrubbed his arms once more, even though they were as clean as they could be.
The sound of rustling made clear that his visitor was removing clothes as well, and Dean was proven right when another body joined him in the tub, sitting behind him and pressing hands against his shoulders. Then Dean felt soft lips on his back, and it tickled.
"You really need to shave," Dean said, and at that, Cas chuckled. His husband put his chin over Dean's shoulder and Dean leaned back, both of them enjoying the water on their skin.
"How did Jonathan do today?" Cas asked, pressing another line of kisses against Dean's neck. The King threw his head back and moaned at the soft touches.
"He's still shy around Sam, but he'll get used to him real soon I think," Dean said.
Dean and Castiel found Jonathan as a newborn baby at a shipwreck. His mother had still been holding him, protecting him even after death. They took the boy home, checked him for injuries, and ever since then, Jonathan lived with them.
"How was it in Hea'Vens Bridge?" Dean asked his husband, shoving forward to turn around so he could see him. Castiel whimpered at the loss of contact, but didn't initiate any movement to crawl back to him. Dean took the washing cloth, held Castiel's arm in his left hand, and started washing him while staring him in the eyes.
"Oh, you know, just another visit to show that we're still allies," Castiel said as if it was nothing. "Though they didn't know how to address me properly, so they just kept it to 'your majesty' and stuff like that," he added. Now Dean cleaned his other arm and Castiel observed how he worked.
"Why were they confused?"
"Well, the wife of the King is called a Queen, but what about the husband of a King? Is he King as well?" Castiel asked, and Dean rolled his eyes and smirked at him.
"Of course, Cas. You're King of Moondor," Dean reassured him. Castiel smiled now too, looking down as if he was ashamed. Dean shook his head and kissed him softly on the lips.
When they were done, they got out of the tub, dried themselves off, and walked to their bedroom to dress back up in looser clothes. It wasn't night yet, and they weren't tired, so sleeping was out of the question for now.
Of course, first they spent about an hour on bed, just talking to each other, not yet bothering to dress up because it was only them. Cas told him about what special happened today, and Dean explained what gifts they received today, about that damn good pie, and about Sam becoming a father really soon.
Castiel was sitting up, Dean sat behind him, and the covers were spread over them, keeping them warm enough. Dean was content just like they were now, sitting close, and breathing in each other's scent.
"I love you," Castiel said.
"I love you too," Dean answered, and then he opened his eyes…
… And found himself on a hard bed in a small and dark room. He was out of breath, couldn't move for a moment, and his eyes couldn't see clearly at first. Totally disoriented, the King tried to sit back up, and ignored the ache in his whole body. Where was he? How much time had passed? What actually happened and what had been a dream?
Then Dean looked around, and recognized the place he was in. He had never been here before, but he knew where he was. Of course he did, he would have put himself here as well if it had made any difference to the current situation. He didn't need to look down to know his hands were bound. He could feel the metal touching his skin, getting colder and colder without hurting him, but still able to keep him bound to the chains. He didn't try to break free; it was useless.
Dean looked at his prison cell, but couldn't really see much as the light wasn't really spreading over the whole room. There was a small window that gave away something bright, but Dean knew it was only the snow that was reflected by the sun. He knew that there was only the image of a cold winter over Moondor in the view of that window, and after that dream, Dean wasn't yet ready to see what he had caused to his kingdom – the kingdom he had promised to protect not one day ago. How everything got so messed up in just 24 hours was a really disturbing thought.
That dream had felt so real, but it was just that; a dream. Never could he return to the castle. Never could he receive visits from the citizens without the fear of hurting them. His friendship with his brother had been ruined ever since Dean hit him in the head all those years ago, and there was no possible way he could find happiness like that with Castiel. Not that he didn't want to; no he really liked the idea, but even thinking about it made his hands form ice out of thin air because of the fear to hurt him – again… No, Dean had to get away, so far away that the influence of his powers would go away, and this winter could melt away back to summer. He owed his people that much, even if it meant for him to be alone for the rest of his life.
Dean's head turned around when he heard a door being opened. Coming inside was Ruby, still wearing that same black and red dress she had been wearing earlier, but minus the green cape that had probably been Sam's. Her hair was still loose and clean, and she didn't seem to have any injuries. Dean was a little bit happy to see that, or else Sam would have killed him.
"Why did you bring me here?" Dean asked Ruby when the girl stood still next to the bed Dean was sitting on.
"I couldn't just let them kill you, your Majesty," Ruby said, crossing her arms and shivering visibly. Dean didn't even bother to try to take the cold away, he would fail no matter what he tried.
"Maybe you should have," Dean said, dropping his gaze and looking at the floor where a few mice ran away, scared off by the sudden presence of the Princess. "I'm a danger to Moondor," he added.
"Your majesty," Ruby began, but Dean cut her off.
"Get Sam," he said, not a single sign of hope left to be found in his voice. He heard Ruby gasp, which made him look up at her. What was wrong? Why was she reacting that way?
"Sam has not returned," Ruby said, and now Dean's head turned to the window, where he could finally see the cold landscape of Moondor, covered in deep snow. Flakes were still dropping down, and a thick fog had settled in the air, making it difficult to see from far. Sam was somewhere out there, hurt, cold and lost. Dean shook his head and almost wanted to scream.
"If you would just stop the winter," Ruby continued then, "Bring back summer? Then we can continue our search for Sam, and all this mess will be over?"
Oh, how naïve she was. Dean shook his head, making fists inside the metal around his hands. "You don't see it, do you Ruby?" Dean snapped, voice sharp and angry. "I can't!"
At that, Ruby seemed truly surprised. A short breath left her lips, making a little cloud. Her eyes wandered down, and she was already taking a step back.
"Let me go, Ruby, before things will get much worse than they already are," Dean warned, not really wanting to get her scared, but knowing that it was the only way for her to realize that keeping him here did more bad than good.
"I'll see what I can do," she then said, turning around and closing the door behind her. Dean knew well enough what that meant; there was no way for him to get out of this cell. Not without escaping.
So that was what he was going to do.
Chuck was neighing a lot. He shook his head, often stood still, and walked agonizing slowly. Cas kept on instructing him to continue, but that always took longer than they could afford.
"Damn it Chuck!" Castiel yelled when the horse stood still for the twelfth time that hour. The horse shook his head one more time, and kicked its hooves on the ice.
"He's saying that he doesn't want anything else to do with you guys anymore, and he's angry that you took him away when he finally returned back home safely," Gabriel said with a bored voice. Cas frowned when he looked at the reindeer that was once his friend. It was just too weird.
"I didn't need your input, Gabriel," Cas said, jumping off the horse, and walking in front of Chuck. "Okay now buddy, listen up. I know you have been scared off by that creepy snowman, I know it was hell for you to find your way back, but someone could die here if you don't cooperate, understood?"
Chuck remained silent now, not even moving as Castiel stared in his blue eyes.
"You got him there, I think," Gabriel added. Castiel rolled his eyes and walked back around the horse to climb back on. Garth was still sitting on his back, and as soon as Castiel had joined, Chuck started running like a crazy horse, jumping and prancing, until the two fell off. After that, Chuck remained where he stood, looking smugly.
"Okay, now he'll go with you," Gabriel said. Jess sighed loudly, pressing closer to Sam who was shivering so hard the whole reindeer was shaking as well. Gabriel had made a few unnecessary comments about that, but eventually shut up, showing a little bit compassion for the Prince.
When they were racing back to the Kingdom again, Castiel made sure he reassured Chuck enough for him not to freak out again. His back hurt a little from the fall, but there was nothing major, luckily.
When they arrived in the outer village of Moondor, Garth jumped off Garth and started sliding down, laughing and giggling as the snow entered his mouth. Whatever made him happy, Castiel thought.
"Don't scare off people!" Jess yelled at him, and Garth held out a thumb up. Then the snowman was off, disappeared behind a house, and Castiel could hear a woman scream. Despite the urgency of their current mission, Castiel did find it funny.
"How is he?" he asked, loud enough for Jess to hear him. Castiel could see that the girl had put her hat on his head, and Cas had given his scarf earlier. Sam's eyes were closed, and more of his hair was white now.
"He's holding up so far, but I'm afraid that we're pushing our luck," Jess said, actually worried. She urged Gabriel to go faster, and the human-turned-reindeer made an exaggerated yelp of pain before speeding up.
They finally reached the gates of the castle. Castiel jumped off Chuck and ran over to Gabriel, Jess and Sam. The Prince was almost passed out; eyes close but giving little signs that he was still awake. Jess couldn't possibly carry him off all alone, so Castiel helped her. Once Sam was on his two feet, he leaned on the two helping him to walk over the door. Before they could knock, it opened – probably a guard that saw them arriving. A few people ran over to the three, all of them looking worried.
"It's the Prince!" one said, and they were all around them, taking Sam over. Castiel let go of him, but it took a little longer for Jess. She was still holding his hand when they were already taking him away. Sam turned his head to her, and smiled slightly.
"Thank you, Jess," he said, then looking at Castiel. "You too, Cas," he added. Then the doors closed again, and the two were standing in front of it, staring. The servants hadn't even let them help. They just took Sam and went away.
Jess was silent for a few seconds, deep in thoughts, before turning away, walking right past Gabriel. Castiel didn't move, but watched her walk away. Even Gabriel seemed to understand that right now wasn't the best moment to start joking.
It was when Jess was out of earshot that Castiel cleared his throat. They needed a distraction.
"So, tell me about how you turned out this way?" Castiel asked.
Sam was taken inside immediately. The hallways were dark, as were the other rooms. A lot of people he didn't know were walking around the Castle, probably for shelter. They all looked at Sam as if they saw a celebrity, and it took a second look from them to see that there was something different. Sam now wondered how much of his hair was still brown.
The workers seemed to know where to take Sam, because nobody gave directions or anything. Sam just followed, trying not to trip over his own feet.
When they arrived at a door Sam couldn't really recognize for a moment – he was literally freezing to death, who could blame him? – they knocked quickly before opening and letting Sam walk inside.
"Princess Ruby, the Prince has returned," one of the workers said, helping Sam closer to the divan. Sam immediately grabbed the armrest to keep his balance, and looked down at Ruby with big eyes.
"You need to kiss me!" he said, voice barely audible. The people that were still in the room – including Duke Crowley, Bobby and Rufus – all looked at each other in surprised expressions. Had they all been talking before Sam came in? Where they discussing something important?
"I think we should better leave these two souls alone," Crowley said, face strangely still smug. He shared one last look with Ruby before walking outside, the others following him. Bobby stood at the door for a little while longer.
"Take care, son," he said, eyes filled with worry. Sam nodded shortly at him, and as soon as the door was closed, he turned his head back to Ruby.
"Sam what's wrong?" Ruby asked. She put her hands on his arms and pushed him down on the divan, letting him sit. She kneeled in front of him, holding his hands inside hers.
"Dean struck me with his powers," Sam explained, and Ruby gave him an angry expression, but just for a little moment. Right after that, she sighed loudly and calmed down.
"You said he'd never hurt you," she said, voice shaky but still full of worry. And Sam was silent for a few seconds; because of course he said that. He truly believed that Dean would never hurt him. He believed that his brother would never do anything that would put him in danger. But yet he still did – despite it being unintentional – and Sam had to act quickly before his heart froze.
"I was wrong, Ruby," Sam responded in a whisper, looking down. Another wave of coldness came over him, and he flinched visibly, pressing his arms against his chest and groaning. Ruby gave a frightened yelp, but recovered quickly.
"What did he do?" she asked, caressing his cheek with her still-gloved hands. Sam hadn't really thought about it, but he never actually saw her taking them off. Maybe she was afraid of dirt? Oh, wait, no, that's what he thought of Dean, and look where that took him. There was probably nothing wrong with Ruby; it was just the cold!
"He froze my heart," Sam gave as an explanation. "And only an act of true love can save me." Oh, he didn't even believe what he was saying. One day ago he didn't even think there was such a thing as true love, and now he couldn't talk about anything else? Now his life depended on it? And then what Queen Pamela had told him; that he would see his true love again today. Right after that he ran into Ruby. That mustn't have been coincidence, now?
"A true love's kiss?" Ruby asked after a little bit of thinking. Sam nodded quickly, and took a deep breath. When he saw that Ruby was reaching forward, a little smile formed on his lips, and he felt relief. This was almost over; he was going to be fine again, and they could look for Dean, try to find a solution to this mess.
Sam had closed his eyes when Ruby was so close he could feel her breath on his skin. His heart was racing, his cold skin started tingling, and he was getting exited. In all the commotion, he and Ruby never got to share their first kiss. This wasn't really how he had planned it to be, but in the end, it was still an act of true love. There couldn't be more meaning into it.
Ruby seemed to hesitate, but Sam didn't press on. He waited patiently until she was ready. He felt her nose press against his, and bit his lips for a little moment before smiling.
"Oh Sam, if only there was someone out there who loved you," Ruby suddenly said, and wait, what? Sam opened his eyes in surprise only to see Ruby pull back with a grin on her face. The words had escaped his mouth, his throat was dry, and it felt as if his heart stopped beating.
"Wha-?" was the only thing that came out before Ruby stood up again. The shadow of the fireplace fell on half of her face, and the flames were flickering in her brown eyes. Her pretty face suddenly looked so demonic, evil. Ruby turned around and walked to the windows, looking outside at the kingdom. Sam couldn't see her face anymore, but he felt his heart break in every possible way. "You said you did?" he asked, voice shivering from the sudden wave of cold that came back over him.
"I really had you going there now, Sam?" she asked when she closed the curtains, darkening the room. "You have to say, making you think I loved you maybe even one hour after we met? Come on, Sam, even you have to admit I'm awesome," she said, wide grin on her face. She was smiling, but it was pure evil.
"Why?" Sam asked, not able to stand up. He saw Ruby walk over to the candles, and blowing them out.
"As the tenth in line, Lilith knew I had to marry into the throne somewhere," Ruby said, blowing out another candle. She kept her hair out of the way, and walked around the room. "She never gave up on me, Sam. She sent me here."
"What are you talking about, Ruby?" Sam tried, hoping it was all a big joke, and that she would just turn back to normal, screaming 'Just kidding!' or whatever. But that never came. She took out the flowers of a vase, picked the glass and walked to the fireplace.
"Of course, as the heir, Dean was preferable, but both Lilith and I knew no-one was getting anywhere with him," she said, emptying the vase in the fireplace, killing the fire. It was now completely dark except for the snow reflecting through the little holes in the curtains. "And then you came along, Prince Samuel Winchester, so desperate for love, willing to marry me just like that?"
"Stop," Sam said, reaching out for her, making him loose his balance and falling off the couch he was sitting on. He landed on the floor with a loud groan, and looked up to see Ruby throwing her hair back.
"And I thought that, all I needed once we were married, was to stage a little accident for Dean," Ruby continued, and Sam tried to crawl to her, not really knowing why because it wouldn't matter. He couldn't stop her. "But then Dean doomed himself, you were dumb enough to go after him.
"All that's left now is to take out your brother and with that bringing back summer."
"You- you're no match for Dean," Sam stuttered, trying to stand up but failing miserably. Ruby crouched down next to him and caressed his face with sudden tenderness.
"It's too bad, actually, I kind of started to like you," Ruby said, ignoring Sam's thread to her. Her fingers then left his cheek, and he dropped down again, groaning and shivering. "But at least I have made my sister proud."
"You don't have to do this, Ruby. Let your sister be, build up your own life," Sam tried, but the Princess shook her head.
"Don't you know what happened to my dearest sister; Meg?" ruby asked, now taking Sam's face in a hard grip. "She didn't listen to Lilith, she fell in love with another girl, and as soon as Lilith found out, she was cast out, and now she's all alone."
That was new information for Sam. Ruby had told him that she ran away, that she didn't want to have an arranged marriage.
"What happened to the girl?" Sam asked, almost afraid of the answer.
"She didn't make it," Ruby answered with a dark look on her face. She dropped Sam's head again and stood up. "And now I'm going to save Moondor from destruction."
She walked to the door, and gave Sam one last look, smiling at him again. "Farewell Sam, it was nice being engaged to you."
And after that, she closed the door, leaving a dying Sam all alone in the dark room that was getting colder and colder now that the fire was out. He grabbed himself at the armrest of the couch and pulled himself up, and then he walked to the door. As he expected; it was locked. He didn't have enough strength to knock or to scream. He couldn't even try picking the lock – something he had learned to do very well over the years. No, he was about to die here, and there didn't seem to be anybody who was going to save him.
Bobby was at the point of biting his teeth. The people around him were idiots by even thinking that Dean was the bad guy here. And poor Sam had looked terrible when he came into the room. Bobby had never seen him so worn off, pale face, hair as light as the snow. It took them long enough in that room. Sam had been grabbing Ruby, begging her to kiss him. That couldn't take that long, right?
"It's getting colder by the minute!" Crowley complained with his smug face. He wasn't looking at anybody, but instead had his eyes fixed on the glass of wine he had in his hands. Where did that man even find wine? "Before we know it my wine will be frozen as well."
"Oh shut up, you moron," Rufus said, crossing his arms and giving Crowley a mean look. He had trouble believing that this man had acted all scared an innocent in the beginning when they first met. Ever since some of these people started to listen to him, his ego grew larger and larger.
"Now now, don't need to get snappy," Crowley said, winking at Rufus. The other man snorted, shook his head and turned to Bobby with an eye roll. The others didn't seem notice the interactions; they were all talking to each other, warming themselves up at the fire they set up earlier.
Then there was a little creak at the door, making all the men look up. It was dark despite the fire, and Ruby's face when she walked in was dark. Bobby didn't trust it for a moment.
"Princess Ruby," Crowley said, putting down his wine and walking to her. Ruby was looking down, walking slowly, and as soon as a chair was put in front of her, she dropped down on it. Then she looked up with a dead stare in her eyes.
"Prince Sam is…" For a moment she seemed out of breath. She held on to Crowley, fingers gripping his arm tight. "He's dead."
And at that moment, the world around Bobby stopped. Because hearing such news about a person you saw grow up over the years, it was hard. No, it was unbearable to even think Sam was gone. It felt almost exactly as if Bobby just received the news his own son just died.
But maybe, in the end, he did lose a son just now.
So Bobby couldn't move, the Princess was just staring, and all the other men were circling around her, asking questions about what happened. But Bobby didn't listen. All he could think about was how he had never spent enough time with Sam and Dean, how the monthly visits didn't seem enough. How he wished he had been there more often when John and Mary died in that shipwreck. It was all too late now; Sam was dead, Dean was probably only wishing he were dead.
"He was killed by King Dean," Ruby then said, making Bobby snap out of his thoughts. He was so shocked by what she said that he couldn't even react.
"Oh lord, his own brother," Crowley said with an obvious fake concern. The man had even put his hand on his chest, and Bobby couldn't hate him more.
"We got to say our marriage vows before he…" Ruby couldn't finish. She pressed her face in her hands and started sobbing softly. Her shoulders were going up and down, and she was leaning into Crowley.
"There can't be more doubt now, then," Crowley said, looking up to watch all the people in the room. Bobby ignored his stare, kept his eyes on the ground as he was looking for words. "King Dean is a monster, and we are all in grave danger."
"Okay now, wait a minute," Rufus said at that, but Crowley held up his hand to silence him, and the man kept quiet all of the sudden, looking at that hand in surprise.
"Ruby, Moondor looks to you now," one of the other men said. Bobby couldn't really remember where he was from, but his name was probably something like Gordon or whatever, he was a count, if Bobby could remember right.
"With a heavy heart I charge King Dean of Moondor with treason, and sentence him to death," Ruby said, voice suddenly sounding fake-sad. And at that Bobby snapped.
"What?! Are you crazy?!" he yelled at the Princess, and Ruby actually had to hold him back. "I already lost Sam there, and now you want to take out Dean too? Is this some kind of a game to you?"
"Bobby Singer, if you defy my choice, I will lock you down as well," she said, tone angry. All that 'sadness' she had earlier was now gone. But Bobby just couldn't let this all happen.
"And who do you even think you are? What proof do you have that those marriage vows even happened? You've been here just one day, while I have been here my whole life practically! What gives you right to make orders like that, then?" he continued, trying to break away from Rufus's grip, but his friend didn't give away.
"You've been here all your life yet you didn't even once notice that Dean had abilities? Some family-friend you are," Ruby said. "Lock him in until he's calmed down."
The men listened to her, all of them reaching for Bobby. Rufus was trying to get him away, but they grabbed him too. When Rufus started yelling and cursing as well, Ruby said that he could join Bobby, and so it happened that the two men found themselves in the cold and dark prison-cell surrounded by ice.
And that's when they all realized Dean wasn't inside anymore.
I'm sorry about this crappy chapter. I have been sick a lot lately, and watching at my computer screen for too long makes my eyes hurt. But, yay! three more chapters to go, and this will be the first story I've finished since 2011! *feels a little bit proud*
Next chapter will explain how Gabriel became a reindeer. I know I said I would write that in this chapter, but I didn't want to drag it too long here, so it'll have to be next chapter instead. sorry for that.
