Epilogue

Questions and Answers

Three Years Later

Moondor was known as one of the brightest Kingdoms of them all. The economy went perfectly, the social contacts with other Kingdoms was impeccable, and the citizens all loved each other.

Dean Winchester had been King for three years now. It suited him well. He was the perfect leader; could keep his cool, knew how to make the right decisions, was friendly, and cared about others.

The fact that he had the powers to create ice from his hands wasn't something people discussed. Not because he was ashamed of it, but simply because he didn't want people to fear him. He wanted to be a King people could look up to. A King people could talk to whenever they had trouble.

But Dean had to admit that this all hadn't been possible if it weren't for his friends. Firstly there was Sam who acted like his conscious most of the time, leading him to the right choices. That was mostly because Sam had a better vision of things, was more open-minded.

Jess was someone who cared for Dean too. After she and Sam got married one year ago, and she officially got the title of Princess, she had been going to parties and stuff that had been happening in other Kingdoms. She was as popular now as well.

She was also currently carrying Sam's child, and the two were inseparable, always holding each other's hands and giving each other loving looks. If Dean wasn't so proud of his little brother, he would have gagged of it by now.

But the person who made him the King he was today was, and would always be Castiel.

For three years they had been together now, officially. One month after the Winter-disaster, Castiel had agreed that the people were ready to meet him. And he was welcomed by them positively. People had walked up to him and congratulated him. Girls had been crying and hugging him – strangely so. Dean was happy that his Kingdom had accepted him, and the fact that they were together.

They didn't really rub it in everybody's faces. When they were alone, then sure, they couldn't keep their hands off each other, sometimes kissing, sometimes just holding hands or just simply touching. But then, as soon as anybody else was in the room, they reduced their displays of affection. Not because they were ashamed, but just because both weren't those kind of people. They could share looks with each other, but it wouldn't go further than that.

Right now it was officially winter – not created by Dean in any way. Dean had been holding audiences all the day long, but he didn't mind it. He enjoyed communicating with his people, hear their opinions of things. That was something that made him a good King because, despite that he himself didn't show how he was feeling – a nasty habit that had stuck to him – he was prepared to listen to others. Castiel had often admired that about him.

But now the people were back home; it was getting dark earlier now, and Dean had felt that there was snow on the way (yeah, that was something he could do now), so they had all prepared themselves for the weather and left early. Dean on the other hand remained here. And to add to that, he was silently freaking out.

This time though, he wasn't afraid of losing his control. That was something he hadn't done since then. He was perfectly capable of keeping his powers in, when he was sad, angry, scared or nervous. And that came in handy now because he was freaking out in here.

Because it was too soon, right? Okay yeah, it had been a while now, but still, it had to be too soon? Maybe Dean was making a mistake here, on the verge of ruining everything?

His hands reached for his head, and he took off his crown – yes, the same crown he had thrown out of that window. Somebody had found it and returned it back to him. He had thanked the man, offered him a reward, which the man had denied. That had made Dean realize that his people were maybe crazy for taking him back in their community without any hesitation, but still the most thankful of them all. He couldn't have wished any better.

When he had put the crown back on the throne, he heard a door shriek open. He was glad that noise was there to warn him or he would have been surprised by Cas's sudden appearance once again. The guy was freakishly quiet!

When Dean saw him walk in, he smiled. Castiel looked good. He wasn't wearing his worn out clothes anymore. He had enough money to buy decent things in the shops at the village now, and now he looked like he could be a Prince himself. That made Dean feel all warm inside.

"Dean, you called me, what's wrong?" Castiel asked, walking towards the King with a questioning look on his face. When they stood right in front of each other, Castiel stopped, keeping quiet and waiting for Dean to start talking.

"Well, I, eh," Dean began, turning his head away and rubbing his neck now. "Okay, this isn't easy so give me just a little moment," he then said, feeling embarrassed. He didn't dare to meet Castiel's gaze just yet, and he knew he was giving him a wrong impression at the moment.

"Are you feeling unwell?" Castiel asked, suddenly touching Dean's cheek, causing the King to finally look up at him. He swallowed loudly, and then let out a shaky breath.

"I'm fine, Cas, I just need to ask you something," Dean said, leaning in a little bit into Castiel's touch before looking down again, seeing his right hand grab Castiel's left one.

"Okay, I'll listen," Cas said, obviously thinking something was wrong. Dean needed to take care of this before it got out of hand.

"This thing that we have, this… relationship," Dean began, hating the word relationship but not knowing how to call it else. "We had this for a long time now, haven't we?"

"Well no, we were together for one year, then you broke up with me, and then we picked it up again three years later," Castiel said dryly, frowning. "Is there something wrong between us?"

"No! No no no, of course not," Dean said hastily. "We're perfect, I mean, that's just it. This is it."

"It?"

"For me, you are it, Cas," Dean said in a whisper, knowing that his cheeks were colored red from shame. He hated confessing his feelings, but this time he needed to do it.

"And you are it for me, Dean," Castiel said, removing his hand from Dean's cheek to join it with their handholding. "That isn't gonna change, ever."

"Then marry me," Dean flopped out before realizing what he said. He pressed his lips against each other, threw his head back and groaned. "That wasn't supposed to come out like that. I'm sorry, just forget I-"

Castiel was kissing him to shut him up, not letting go very quickly. When he pulled back, he looked at Dean with adoration.

"I will marry you," he said, smiling his teeth bare. Then he kissed Dean again, and again, and again, and after a few minutes they stopped, but kept their foreheads pressed against each other.

"Well, okay, this went better than I had expected," Dean said, smiling. Castiel began laughing, but didn't let him go.

Because things were how they were supposed to be now. Because this time, their life was good, and nothing was going to ruin that for them. Not if Dean had any say in it.

And in the end, they all lived happily ever after, because we all know everybody deserves a happy ending now, don't we?

The End

This is it people. The story is now officially over. There is a PDF of this available, you'll find it on my tumblr: tagged/pdfBTFH

Goodbye and hugs to you all.