When We Are Wed/Forever Yours (Reprise)
"The rest of the evening was spent talking about Castiel's beautiful dance," Michael explained to the children. His narration was becoming more serious. The children were all on the edge of their seats. "Everyone was in awe of Dean's lover, everyone but one person in particular."
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"You have to tell him Dean," Lisa and Dean were standing in the garden outside away from the commotion and words being exchanged. "You have to tell him why you cannot be with him. You know of our parent's agreement long ago."
"Lisa," Dean sighed. "I-I can't break his heart..."
"It's either him," Lisa crossed her arms. "Or it's me and our parent's reputations. You don't wish to be like your ancestors again do you?"
Dean had regaled the tales of his ancestors to Lisa many a time before when they were younger and before the topic of their arranged marriage had ever come up. How his father John had slept with a peasant and it had resulted in Dean being born. His true lineage had been kept under wraps for fear of revolts from the people, but Dean wasn't full blooded rich and everyone who knew where he'd come from knew that and could hold it over his head. Above all else no one had really known of his tendencies towards men and women until more recently, but at least they cared less about that.
"Dean," Castiel's voice was heard and the peasant boy ran over to Dean and Lisa. "Did you see me? They loved my dance. They kept asking about it and for an encore."
"I suppose it's up to me then," Lisa said under her breath to Dean before turning to Castiel with a fake, but huge grin plastered on her face. "My dear Castiel I have something to say, something I fear was left unsaid, many thanks to you for all you've given Dean but do not be misled by it all. I pray you'll dance for Dean and for me when we are wed."
"Castiel," Dean brushed past Lisa who was already leaving to another part of the garden and ignoring him completely as though he'd never existed. "Lisa and I have been promised to each other since we were children. Our parents are old friends and it's expected of both of us to marry."
"But Dean..." Castiel felt his throat constricting in anger and above all sadness.
"We can still be together," Dean was hopeful that Castiel would go for the idea. "I promise that I love you, but I can't change who I am or where I'm from."
"I had all these dreams," Castiel's voice was shaking and Dean felt horrible, but what could he do? He couldn't change tradition. His father had been married off as he was about to be. "That we'd race away in your car and we'd have a house and garden and a tree, a beautiful tree we could both sit under and laugh and talk."
"There will always be a place for you here Castiel," Dean pleaded with him. "Please believe me when I say that."
"I don't know what to believe anymore..." Castiel turned away from Dean and looked down at the grass. He was trying not to cry. Dean swallowed a forming lump and stomped away before he did something extra impulsive like do exactly what Castiel had suggested and run away or kiss him. The second one would've been more reckless for Dean couldn't have been able to take another taste of lips he couldn't have for the rest of his life. But the first was just as dangerous for Dean could've easily done it had he not the courage to turn and walk away from his love. It seemed like hours before bed and Castiel had stayed in the garden since that moment, unmoving and heartbroken as he watched from where he sat as the lights in Dean's bedroom went out.
"Oh Gods," Castiel prayed. "Oh Gods...are you there?"
Castiel heard nothing, but the less than comforting voices in his mind. They were telling him all of the things that he had feared and that were now coming true. Castiel groaned and covered his ears trying to block them out. He fell to his knees into the moist grass and the Gods could only watch with despair. Papa Ge's smirk was a tell all. He'd won this round and there was nothing the others could do about it. Erzulie turned her back and ran off, afraid of what was to come. Asaka went after her in haste. Agwe was the last to leave, his eyes were stormy and his heart was heavy for Castiel as he gave a look to Papa Ge. The God of Death was fazed for a split second, but then glared back at Agwe before the God of Water shook his head and vanished too.
"There were promises made in the darkness," Papa Ge exclaimed as he laughed menacingly. "Promises made in your sleep. They are promises that the Gods demand you keep!"
Castiel jumped, afraid. The fearsome God who had brought down wrath upon his village when he'd first taken Dean in to care for him was now standing before him. His judgment was upon him and Castiel could feel his heart clamoring, the heart that would soon be stopped for his choice.
"You gave him love," Papa Ge walked around Castiel in a circle, almost mocking him. "Love he betrayed. You gave him life and I am the price you'll pay for that sore mistake. Sure as the grave you must accept what is."
Papa Ge's knife was slender and sharp and he came up behind Castiel and held it to his throat.
"Now your life is forever mine in payment."
"Don't please!" Castiel cried out in agony and Papa Ge stopped for a moment. He thought about the dying boy in his arms and he thought of another plan that could put a notch on the shoulders of all his friends and he smirked evilly before turning around Castiel and handing him his knife.
"Trade his for yours." Papa Ge said with a sly look in his eyes.
"What?" Castiel knew better than to question a God, but this time his life was on the line. He was willing to take any chances that were being given to him.
"You loved him and he betrayed you by loving that wench," Papa Ge looked up at the open and dark window. "Why should you die for the man now? Kill him Castiel. By doing so you'll prove that death is stronger than love. You could have your own life again as if you'd never loved him at all."
Castiel stared at the weapon in his hand and gasped. Papa Ge was suggesting murder, something Castiel wasn't sure he was capable of. Papa Ge was right though, Dean had betrayed him and Castiel was about ready to lay down his life for a man not capable of choosing where his heart truly lied. That was with Castiel not with Lisa. Castiel felt a boiling hot rage surging in his gut and he gripped the hilt of the knife and begun to march up towards the Winchester house. Papa Ge's voice was in his head the whole time.
"I am the road leading to no return. The secret of life will finally be his to learn as it should have been before you came along and saved him. I'm like a car racing towards distant shores. His life will be forever mine and it will be as though he was never yours."
Castiel used those words to guide him as he stepped through the doors, shielding the knife from view and luckily no guards were around to see him do so. He climbed the stairs slowly to Dean's chambers, the knife feeling heavy in his hand and his heart pounding with every step. He pushed the door open quietly to see Dean and Lisa both sleeping soundly in the same bed and crept over as quietly as a mouse. Castiel lifted the knife as he towered over Dean's side of the bed and he was prepared to strike, but his hand shook and his heavy heart still ached for Dean's touch once again and his lips that tasted of the sweetest desires Castiel had ever had. There was a split second before Dean could say a word as he opened his eyes and the peasant boy's piercing blue eyes met the simple green ones that had become so complex to him over the past few weeks and had once held love. They now held fear.
"I can't do it!" Castiel exclaimed and dropped the knife. Terrified, Dean scrambled up from bed and Lisa did as well. Her scream was loud and urgent.
"Guards," she yelled. "Take this man away now!"
It was all like slow motion next. Castiel felt his arms being thrown behind his back and he was being taken away. His teary eyes were fixed on Dean. He was thoroughly shocked, but something had been shared in those moments that they'd stared at each other before Castiel had dropped the knife.
"Dean," Castiel pleaded. "I love you..."
Dean had to turn away. He didn't know what to think. What sort of lover almost murders their object of affection? Dean's heart was heavy that night as well as he watched the guards take Castiel to the gates and throw him out into the cool night.
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I know I keep having Papa Ge and Agwe moments, truth is I'm a huge Sabriel shipper and I had to find a way to integrate it somehow lol.