Friday: 13th March

Today is the day, or rather tonight is the night. It's also Friday the 13th on top of this ridiculous ball. I shouldn't say it's ridiculous, I would be offending all the dignitaries that have come all the way from Enoch to meet me, regardless if I am to accept the crown or not.

This has been the longest week. Mr. Singer had me stay after in math on Wednesday. Did we discuss mathematics? No. We discussed Dean Winchester. If John and Mary ever need a contender in the ring for who loves those boys more, Mr. Singer sure does have a fighting chance.

I had my tux fitting on Tuesday evening. I'm going in for my final touches today. I'm awaiting grandmother's arrival. She said she wanted to be present. Becky's coming too. She said she doesn't see me settling down anytime soon so this is the closest thing she's going to get for me getting fitted.

Sam is getting all of my assignments from school for me. He said he didn't mind doing it. He's hated that all these people now want something to do with me because I'm famous all of a sudden. He tells them to leave me alone. He also likes to point out that I was still this awesome pre-royal announcement leak. I can't fault him or those other kids really. My outing has been the most excitement our school has seen to date.

I've come to find that I don't mind it all as much as I originally thought I would. I wasn't so sure at first, but now that I've had my freak out, my runaway attempt, and time to think about what I want to do with the rest of my life, I'm oddly at ease. I feel peaceful for the first time in months.

Balthy's knocking, it's time to go. I suppose my next entry will reveal what choice I've made.

-x-

"About time sweet pea, I thought I'd have to break the news to Winchester that you've stood him up. Shame, I was looking forward to wiping the smirk off his face."

He gave me a once over and nodded in approval.

"Balthy we're just getting my tuxedo, this isn't, it's not like we're going directly to the ball afterwards. Oh god, it's not going to take all day is it?!"

He laughed.

"Of course not, Madame is going to make sure you're primped and pampered first. Don't worry though, Dean gets to suffer right alongside you."

-x-

Later: 13th March

I have completely underestimated my restraint when it comes to Dean Winchester. Journal, Diary, I am loathe to admit that I am actually hiding out in my dressing room as I write this.

I'm in quite the rush and a rather flustered state at the moment. While I've become accustomed to wearing finer clothing items, a full tuxedo on me was a complete shock. A full tuxedo on Dean Winchester – do forgive me – I believe that if I possessed a vagina, it'd have made my panties a little wet. Needless to say, I am ashamed that my teenage libido got the better of me. IN FRONT OF MY GRANDMOTHER!

If I'm being honest, and let's face it, I'm going to be, seeing Dean Winchester in a tuxedo that is tailored to fit his compact yet built frame, I couldn't help myself. His shoulders and arms are emphasized by their cut and fit, it looks like it'd be snug and he'd never move but he has full fluid movement – he showed me. The jacket is cut to taper down to his waist, and his trousers fit just perfectly in all the ways that count.

The ONLY thing that helped with this moment was that grandmother thought it would be amusing if he and I revealed ourselves to each other at the same time. I was not the only one physically effected by us "cleaning up" nicely.

I'm fairly certain that if I weren't half the person I am, I'd have had him in here with me and we'd be doing something to defile these tuxes. I'm not entirely a prude, I'm just stupidly romantic in the notion that I believe I should be dating the fella I'm allowing to third base and home.

Grandmother is knocking, telling me that if I have to indulge myself I should at least take the trousers off first.

I really picked the wrong day to run away. Today would have been perfect for it.

Until later Journal, until later.

-x-

"Ah, there you are, and I see your ensemble is still fresh. Oh don't get all embarrassed with me Castiel, what do you think is going to happen when you finally court someone properly? Every little move will be watched like a hawk."

I heard sniggers from all around me.

"I hate you all."

Dean moved closer and put an arm around my shoulders.

"Don't you two look handsome; Crowley, I want a photograph of this moment."

We posed for a few pictures. Becky demanded some after Grandmother got started.

-x-

Later: 13th March/ Very Early Saturday: 14th March

Well journal, I'm writing to you as the Crown Prince of Enoch. That's right, I accepted it. I think I was the most shocked by my answer than anyone else in the room.

I know you know how often I tossed and turned over making such a life altering decision, but I think it's for the best. I heard the whispers that followed in my wake as Dean and I entered the hall. How those dignitaries from Enoch all felt that this was nothing more than a mockery set about to give Grandmother a laugh. They thought that since I hadn't been brought up in the life that resides within the walls of their beloved city that I would fail astonishingly quick, if I accepted to crown.

I told them that I had those same doubts and fears, probably even feel them more than they do. I am terrified, but I am so exhilarated as well. I get to finish out my education here, so I get to graduate high school alongside Sam – we're both excited about it. Then three weeks after graduation I am taking a flight to Enoch. It won't be my first trip, no, that adventure is in a month's time.

I have to prove to these people that their Queen has made the right choice in putting me next in line for the throne. Balthy's already said it's going to be a long trip of doing service work, mostly orphanages; little do the people of Enoch know that I will be within my element.

I really do need to make this quick journal. I have a half-nude Dean Winchester in my bed. We've been playing strip poker, and I can't tell if I'm having great beginners luck or if he's letting me win. The only thing I've removed is my jacket and bowtie.

The dancing was wonderful though! I did dance with a few potential suitors, but I spent most of the night in Dean's arms. He's so graceful, he'd never let you tell him that, at least not to his face. He moved so fluidly, kept me in time – I was the one that had to keep paying attention!

I spent a dance with Sam. Gabe danced with Grandmother – everyone had fun. She likes him, Gabe that is. She apparently shared some of her own pranks that she used to do on her staff growing up. Their laughter had Sam and I momentarily terrified.

Mom and Dad – Becky and Michael – shared a dance. Michael gave Chuck his blessing. I'm pretty sure that I'm getting another dad in the near future, and fingers crossed, a sibling! Or more than one, I wouldn't mind.

It all led up to this one night, and I am actually a little saddened that it's ending. The last few months under insurmountable pressures, the fighting with friends and family, running away, it all came down to this one night. I honestly thought that I was going to get up to that podium and decline my title.

I feel like I'm diminishing such a profound moment in my life, but I've come to the realization that this is just the beginning. There will be more, plenty of them actually. After all, the life of a royal is never dull. Well, I can only hope!

-x-

"You done writing down your feelings like a twelve year old girl?"

I tossed my pen at Dean, and he caught it easily. Of course he would. I laughed.

"You're in here. Actually right here and now is in here too."

He crawled over to me, placed himself beside me. I felt his hand trail up my back and rest on my shoulder.

"I'll write about it too you know, but it'll be a piece that's just for me and you."

I couldn't fight the grin that erupted on my face.

I put my journal on my nightstand and maneuvered he and I until we were comfortably lying beside each other.

"Dean, do, do you remember that morning we woke up in your car?"

He nodded. I continued, "I, I know you don't do chick-flick moments, but I just, I need to let you know something."

His eyes softened and he smiled.

"Cas, you've always been the exception to all of my self-imposed rules, that's never going to change. I think about that morning a lot actually. I think about how I should have kissed you when I dropped you off. I think about how I wasn't the only one who wished I hadn't stopped, but hey, hindsight, going further than kissing with you in the backseat of my car, while fantasy material, it's not how I want things to progress with you. I meant it when I told you I wanted to do this proper."

I let out a deep breath I hadn't realized I was holding.

"No Cas, I don't think you get it. Look, I know, I know, that I will never be good enough for you now in the eyes of your new country, but I want to do this, me and you, for as long as you'll have me."

"Can I ask you something, and you have to be completely honest with me?"

He just nodded.

"Were you the one who wrote me the secret admirer letters?"

His blush told me the answer I think I knew all along but wouldn't let myself believe.

"Uh, yeah, I, I've always noticed you Cas. You and Sammy, you guys were always doing something together and sometimes when I'd get stuck babysitting you two, I, I just noticed things. I liked what I saw."

I grinned and moved my head so it was lying just above his heart. Its steady beating lulled me into a comfortable state.

"Thank you for seeing me when I was invisible."

There were a lot of things I was uncertain about, but this, figuring out the thing that's apparently always been between Dean and I, I'm certain I'm right where I want to be.