A/N: Thank you to those that reviewed! To my other readers, feel free to review to your heart's content. I love hearing feedback on my writing. It lets me know I'm doing something right. (: Also, this chapter and chapter eleven was originally one big chapter, but I have to split it because this website is being a bitch and won't let me upload anything over 4,000 words. Pro: Double update! Con: Strange flow. Oh well. I hope you enjoy.

In this chapter- Gabe in in for one hell of a surprise, and Castiel gets to learn a thing or two. This will be the last happy chapter for... a while. Disclaimer: spells in this story are not like the ones in Supernatural.

Chapter Ten

Tiny rays of sunlight hit Castiel's closed eyelids. He furrowed his brow, still mostly asleep, and shifted away from the light. The arm that was slung around him unconsciously pulled him closer. Castiel's eyes flew open. A muscular arm lay over his stomach, fingers curled over the blue-eyed man's naked hip. The arm, of course, was connected to an adorable sleeping Dean.

Castiel didn't even try to squash the stupid grin plastered on his face. Last night's events came back to him slowly and he flushed bright red, remembering the debauched moans that came from both of their mouths. Someone was sure to have heard that. Dean's tongue... oh god. Castiel could feel himself hardening at the memory.

Calm yourself, Castiel breathed deeply. You just woke up, give the man a little rest. The earlier memories were returning, and the smile dropped completely off Castiel's face. There had been another prophecy, even more confusing, with an even more grim meaning, if they were interpreting anything correctly. No, stop it. Do not ruin the perfect morning.

Dean's hand twitched, and the man turned his head, inches from Castiel's lips. Castiel's heart melted a little. Dean. He brought the hand not pinned by Dean's torso up and traced a line on Dean's cheek. The king stirred, but did not wake. Castiel took the opportunity to memorize his face, his fingers sweeping softly down his jaw and over his brow. When he got to Dean's pillowy pink lips, the lips puckered to kiss his thumb.

Green eyes fluttered open. "Mornin', Cas," Dean mumbled, voice thick with sleep.

"Good morning, Dean," Castiel smiled. Dean looked at Castiel in a way that made his heart clench almost painfully in his chest- it was a soft smile, the skin around his eyes crinkling a bit, emerald green staring directly into his soul. "I love you," Castiel blurted out before he could stop himself.

A big smile spread across Dean's face, his soft hand cupping his cheek. "I love you too." Castiel's smile mirrored Dean's, and their lips met softly. The kiss was languid and unhurried. Castiel knew that he could die right here, right now, and he would still be the happiest man in the world.

"Thanks for staying," Dean said when they finally broke apart.

Castiel snuggled back into Dean's chest, fitting his head under his chin. "Thank you for letting me."

Dean's chuckle reverberated in his chest. "We sure slept in late, huh?"

Castiel's eyes flew open again. "Shit," he hissed, disentangling himself from Dean and falling directly off the bed.

"What, what's wrong?" Dean asked with mild alarm.

"I should have been in the kitchen by now! Charlie's going to think I'm missing, Anna's going to know something's wrong, they-"

Dean sat up and pulled Castiel back to him, capturing his lips with his own. "Shh, it'll be fine," he murmured. "I called you up early this morning because I couldn't sleep, and... I knocked over that dresser," Dean looked around. "Yeah, I knocked over the dresser and I didn't want to pick everything up by myself, so I sent for you and it took a little while to get everything in order." Dean smiled as Castiel visibly relaxed.

"What about my clothes? They're from yesterday."

"I called you up really early," Dean snatched Castiel's pants from atop the bedside lamp. "It's expected that you accidentally dressed in yesterday's clothes in a rush."

Castiel pulled his pants on, smoothing down the wrinkles as best as he could. "Thank you, Dean," he murmured shyly, looking around for his tunic and shirt. He dressed quickly, thankful that his clothes didn't smell. When he turned around, he saw that Dean was up, and stark naked.

Dean glanced up, noticing Castiel's stare and grinning. "You're making it difficult to leave," Castiel breathed, hands itching to touch the green-eyed man again.

Dean's grin widened, and then turned quickly to what Castiel mentally referred to as his 'royal face'. "I require breakfast," he said, obviously trying not to laugh. "And a bath, perhaps with my favorite squire."

Castiel chuckled. "Your only squire."

"Yes," Dean agreed, expression turning suddenly intense.

Castiel's stomach did a little flip as he collected himself. Dean followed him into the sitting room and to the door. "Bring wine?" Dean asked, schooling his face into a decent puppy-dog expression.

Castiel kissed him chastely. "I'll bring grapes."

"Rabbit food," Dean grumbled, but pulled him back for another kiss. "Hurry back," he whispered as the door opened.

"I will," Castiel replied with a smile.

He exited Dean's quarters with a blank expression in case the guards were there, as they often were in the mornings, but they weren't this morning, thankfully. Castiel opted for the secret passages, hurrying down the narrow halls so he didn't have to hide the huge smile on his face. He exited quickly and took the stairs down to the servants' quarters two at a time.

"Where is he?" Castiel heard Anna's voice and stopped dead in his tracks. No, no, no. He couldn't be caught like this.

"He was seen going into His Highness' room last night, and he didn't leave." That voice... was that Gordon? Gordon was an upper-tier servant, almost as high up as a squire. Shit. "There has been a pattern. We have reason to believe that they've been having... relations."

Castiel tried to calm his racing heartbeat. It was going to be okay. He had the story, and Dean would back him up. He would jut lie and everything would be fine. He had to go back to his room anyway. He took several deep breaths and rounded the corner, keeping his pace normal and even.

Anna, Gordon, and four guards stood outside the room that he and Gabe shared. It'll be fine, he repeated in his head. It'll be fine. A floorboard squeaked and the six turned to face Castiel.

Castiel gave them a courteous nod. "And where have you been?" Anna asked incredulously.

Castiel furrowed his brow for dramatic effect. "I was called in early by the king to clean up a mess. Why? Is there something wrong?"

Gordon walked into his space, a smirk on his face. "I'm sure you know."

It'll be fine, It'll be fine. "I'm sorry, I'm afraid I don't know what you're talking about." He looked at Anna with raised eyebrows, as if to say, I really don't know what's happening.

"Don't play dumb," a guard said. "We know what your friend's been doing." Castiel's brow furrowed in real confusion. They were here for Gabe? Was it because he always has wine and chocolate in their room? "We know he's been corrupting the prince. I'm sure you're in on it too."

"What?" Castiel asked incredulously. He knew that had been going on for a long time now, but his incredulity was at his own situation. They didn't know! Oh shit, but they knew about Gabe, and that was worse. It was a squire versus a lowly servant.

"He doesn't know," another guard huffed. "Where is he?"

Before Castiel could open his mouth to defend Gabe, the short man rounded the corner and froze in his tracks. "There he is! Obviously not in his room all night," Gordon sneered, and two guards immediately seized Gabe's arms.

"What the hell?" Gabe struggled. "Let me go!"

"Gabe!" Castiel called, running after the guards dragging him up the stairs. Anna and Gordon followed close behind.

They went all the way up to the throne room, where a disoriented-looking Dean had just sat in the ornate chair. He was dressed in his nicest dressing gown, flanked by his two personal guards. "What is the meaning of this?" Dean asked in his royal voice, a bit angry.

Gabe was pushed to his knees in the middle of the room. The doorways and edges of the room were flooded with staff and onlookers who had been woken or were already working at the time. Castiel couldn't get past the guards and stood helplessly with a front row seat. Sam stumbled into the room, flanked by his two personal guards, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

"This servant has been accused of having carnal relations with Prince Samuel Winchester," one of the guards said. Castiel saw Sam's mouth drop open. He looked towards Dean, who didn't look back. His face was completely impassive. "The length of time of these relations is... unknown."

"He's corrupting the prince!" Gordon piped up. "Your Highness, he is beneath you!" Murmurs erupted from the crowd.

"Silence!" Dean called. The room fell silent. Dean turned his stoic gaze on the kneeling Gabe, whose back stood straight though he was on the ground. He looked defiant, but his lip was trembling slightly.

"Dean-" Sam began, but he was quieted with a pointed look from his brother.

"Is this accusation true, Gabriel?" Dean asked not unkindly.

"Yes," Gabriel said, an edge of pride in his voice. He looked sideways at the prince. "I love him." Sam's eyes didn't leave Gabe's. His eyes were sad, but he was smiling.

"Sam." His eyes snapped up to Dean's. "Is this relationship consensual?"

"Yes," Sam said. "Absolutely."

Dean leaned back in the throne. "Then I don't see what the problem is here."

The crowd burst into heated whispers, mouths dropping open. "But Your Majesty," Gordon said uncertainly, "He isn't a noble. He's a servant."

Dean's eyes were hard. "Again, I don't see the problem." He straightened up. "Gabriel has loyally served the castle for over fifteen years. He is hardworking, dedicated, and ever-faithful to this family. His presence has not affected my brother negatively in any way. Sam continues to uphold the characteristics as a royal and unswervingly serves this kingdom for the betterment of the people. Should he choose to love someone of a different class than himself..." Only then did he glance inconspicuously at Castiel. "Should he choose to do so is his business and his alone. There is no problem here, and that is my final ruling. You may all return to your work." The mumbling grew louder as Sam pushed his way past the guards and ran to Gabe to pull him into his arms. "Now!" Dean's voice rumbled like thunder around the room, and every person in the room scattered, including Gordon and the soldiers behind him.

Castiel could see relieved tears in Sam's eyes as Gabe gripped his dressing gown. Castiel took his place quietly behind Dean, trying to hide his proud smile. When Dean stepped down from the elevated throne, Sam let go of Gabe to give his brother a hug.

"Thanks, Dean," he whispered.

"Don't thank me," Dean's eyes filled with something Castiel had rarely seen- brotherly affection. "I'd never get in the way of my baby bro's happiness." They stepped away from each other, resuming a manly posture. "Plus, I've definitely known for at least a year."

Sam chuckled. "Jerk."

Dean smiled. "Bitch."

"Ahem." Both men looked down, almost startled by Gabe's presence. Castiel guessed that being vertically challenged had its advantages. "Thank you, Your Majesty."

"No problem, Gabriel." He glanced at Sam. "You be nice to my brother, and everything will be just fine." The shorter man grinned and saluted Dean before taking Sam's hand and walking towards the double doors.

"Food now?" Castiel heard Gabe ask Sam.

Sam chuckled. "Let me guess, you want the rest of the cake from last night?"

"Oh Sammy, you know me so well." Gabe turned his head to Castiel as he left. "I'll leave some for you, Cassie!" he called with a thumbs up.

Castiel couldn't help his laugh. Soon, the only people left in the room were himself, Dean, and his two personal guards. "I'm going to walk Castiel to his quarters to ensure that he is not bothered," Dean told his guards. The two bowed silently, their faces hidden by the helmets, and left the room.

Though anyone could come into the room without notice, Castiel took Dean's hands in his own. "You continue to surprise me," he murmured, "with how good you are."

Dean looked surprised. "I just don't think class is a problem. Love is love, right?" Castiel pulled him in for a hug, and Dean pressed a kiss to his head.

Castiel showered and dressed quickly. It was nearly lunchtime by the time he was ready. True to his word, Gabe appeared in their room with a piece of cake. "I'm so fucking happy," Gabe landed on his bed as Castiel shoveled the delicious cake into his mouth. "I don't even care that I have stable duty today!" Castiel made sure to give Gabe a tight hug before going off to work.

Instead of breakfast, Charlie had prepared an early lunch for Castiel to bring to Dean. "I gave you a bunch of stuff in there too," she smiled as he was handed a very heavy tray. "Have to keep my boys fed!" She tossed some food into a basket for herself and handed her apron to another lesser chef. "And now for my day off. Arrivederci, bitches!"

Castiel climbed the stairs with a bit of difficulty. In front of Dean's door was only one guard today. "Would you mind giving me a hand?" Castiel asked politely. He definitely couldn't balance this tray on one arm.

The soldier put a hand on Castiel's arm and lifted the face-guard. Castiel gasped. The soldier was a kindly looking woman with short dark hair. "Uh, ma'am?" Castiel asked.

"Your secret is safe with us," the woman said quietly with a smile. Castiel's mouth hung open. "Jody Mills, personal guard of the king. You let me know if either of you need anything, alright?" Castiel nodded and almost stumbled through the opened door.

Dean was mostly naked again, sporting underwear and wet hair from a bath. "You okay, Cas?" he asked, eyeing the expression on Castiel's face.

"Yeah, I was just talking to your guard. Uh, Jody Mills."

Dean smiled warmly. "I've never seen a woman take down grown soldiers like she does. She's great."

Castiel nodded and set down Dean's tray. "Good. Charlie made lunch this time. It's almost eleven." Dean grinned at the mountain of food on the plates.

The food was finished quickly, and Dean was reluctant to get dressed. "I'm having difficulty restraining myself," he whispered, nosing over Castiel's jaw. Castiel hummed in satisfaction, then sucked in a sharp breath as Dean's thumbs pressed into his hipbones. The two had discovered that Castiel really enjoyed being gripped tightly the previous night.

"If you had nothing to do," Castiel began tracing patterns on Dean's shoulder blades, "We'd both be naked right now. But you have a Political Council meeting soon."

Dean sighed into Castiel's neck. "Rain check?" he asked.

Castiel pressed a kiss to his temple. "Of course."