I just watched Snow White and the Huntsman, which I don't really recommend. I don't know.. It was just weird.

November 12th
Prompt- Royalty

A Knight's Sorrow

His breath mixed with the cool air, leaving a trail of white fog. The sky was gray, birds skirted along the clearing in a circle. They flew and flew, each black raven mirroring the next as they crowed almost in mourning. He fell to the ground, time standing still around him as he watched a coat of red slowly blossom among the snow.

There was nothing he could do but stare off into the dark sky, his eyes watching but not quite seeing. There were people yelling somewhere behind him, but the words weren't coming to him. All of his senses were blurred; all he could see was a foggy picture with no real understanding.

"Cas…" He choked, his hands bracing himself as he fell further against the man before him. "Cas…" Tears rolled down his cheeks. At any other time, he would correct this emotion. He didn't cry, really. He didn't. This wasn't just anytime. The princess's brother lay dying before him. Soldiers surrounded the pair, their hearts going out to the knight with desperate green eyes. "Cas…"

The man in question smiled softly, lifting a limp hand up to cup the man's cheek, he let a single tear drift from his dying eyes, "Dean."

Dean leaned into his touch, sniffling against the tears; he reached up to wipe his eyes. "Cas, no." He whispered huskily, hands betraying him as they slowly lifted the body of Castiel into his lap. "Cas, stop. Come back to me. You can't leave me!" He was yelling, but he was too lost to care. His brother froze behind him, swallowing at the emotion in Dean's voice.

Castiel shook his head, brown whiskery hair falling into his eyes as he continued to smile up at the face of his love, the lost knight. "Dean…" He tried again, swallowing against the taste of his blood, "Dean, I… I love you."

Dean closed his eyes, trying to keep in the tears threatening to continue leaking. "Cas, I'm so sorry. I should have been there- I should've protected you. I should have-"

"Dean. Stop." Castiel moved his hand against Dean's jaw, slowly tracing his kiss-bruised lips. The night before the war was always the hardest on loved ones, and their bodies, as went the sailor's tale. The pair, despite their forbidden romance, had not disobeyed. "It was not you. I should have… I should have been stronger." He finally choked out as blood continued to pour from his knife wound.

The kingdom was one of deceit and treachery. Only three short months ago, the Princess had stormed the castle and taken the throne by force. She'd sent Castiel off into the forests with nothing but the clothes on his back, assuming him dead. Unfortunately for the new Queen, the Prince had found his way to the rebellion, led by a brave-hearted man with bright eyes who went by the name of Dean Winchester. He was a knight before the Princess conquered their peaceful land. He had defended the previous King to the man's dying breath, and when he left, he'd vowed to protect the young Prince with the same enthusiasm.

Dean lay by the man's side, feeling guilt for letting down the Kingdom, the previous King, and the Prince, himself. "Cas… I'm so sorry." He pleaded, falling above the Prince, their faces parallel, hiding their expressions from the surrounding party. "I'm so…so… so sorry. Cas.." Dean swallowed hard, pressing his lips gently against Castiel's, trying to steal away the death and pain.

"Dean, no." Castiel kissed the tears from Dean's eyes, his own dull lips slowly moving across Dean's face. "Dean, stop. You aren't… aren't… at fault." Castiel's eyes held pain as his breathing became harder and more labored.. He choked, pulling back from Dean's loose hold. "Dean.."

Dean's eyes widened and he shook the Prince by the shoulders, hoping to release the breath from his lungs. "Cas! Cas! Listen to me! Don't you dare leave me! CAS!" Dean's voice broke the ravens from their trance, and they scattered, swooping down among the soldiers and creating unnecessary chaos. He waved his arms, shooing the birds from his dying love, "CAS!"

Castiel shook his head, a serene smile blooming across his face, "Dean…" He whispered into the noise, reaching out to caress the knight's face one final time. "I love you…" With his dying breath, he hissed out a cough and fell limp in Dean's arms who let out a tortured yell.

"NO!" Silence followed the shout as Dean wrapped Castiel up in his arms and rocked the broken man. "No.." He whispered desperately, hoping against hope for the man to open his glowing blue eyes one more time. "I… I love you… too." Dean cried against the prince's lips. "Please, Cas."

The birds flew off into the fog, letting out their final screeches as they disappeared into the sky. "I love you too, Cas. I love you too." Dean whispered, tears rolling down his cheeks, melting into his warm skin as he pressed his lips against Castiel's over and over again. He moaned the words in an endless circle, cursing himself for not telling the Prince sooner.

"I'm sorry, Cas. I'm so sorry."