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European Ghosts

Chapter 3

Glamis Castle

Dean was having a sex dream. It wasn't sweet or romantic but sweaty and rough with lots of growling and biting. Castiel had him pinned down in a field of heather crushing his lips against the Hunters. It was painful and wonderful, frightening and exciting. Dean felt his cock swell to monumental proportions as the Angel ground against him.

"Cas do it…Cas fu…"

Castiel watched Dean shift and moan beneath him. He took pity on the poor creature and woke him up. "Dean…Dean, wake up."

Dean opened his eyes to slits and then wide when he saw Castiel straddling his hips and wearing a skirt. His boner felt like it would rip through the sheet and comforter impaling the Angel on his manhood.

"Cas what the hell are you wearing? I'm not into dudes that cross dress but I don't judge."

The Angel had his palms braced against Dean's bare chest. He cocked his head and looked at Dean as if he were a zoo exhibit. "You feel very excited."

"When someone is straddling my dick in a skirt I get hard…sue me."

"It's a kilt."

"Is this another European ghost hunt?"

"Yes."

"Are you wearing underwear?"

"No."

"Cool I'm in."

…

Sam was having a wonderful dream. He was chasing a pretty lass through fields of windswept heather. She was clothed in white linen that barely hid her curvaceous body. He wrapped his long arms around her and the giddy young couple fell onto a fragrant bed of flowers.

Sam traced her features with a long finger. "You are so beautiful."

She smiled up at him with wonky tobacco stained teeth, at the least the ones that weren't missing. Her breath smelled like a baby's used diaper filled with old curry.

Sam stood up and noticed he was wearing a kilt. "Damn it Cas!"

The young Hunter woke up to find Castiel and Dean standing by his bedside.

…..

Sam was holding the same spoon of oatmeal as he was a minute ago. So engrossed in the details of their upcoming ghost hunt, he didn't notice his stomach rumbling.

"Dean, listen to this. Glamis Castle is set in the broad and fertile lowland valley of Strathmore in Scotland. It lies between the Sidlaw Hills to the south and the Grampian Mountains to the north, just about twelve miles inland from the North Sea."

Dean was too busy watching Castiel to hear Sam. The Angel was bent over securing a buckle on his black leather motorcycle boots. Dean was pretty damn sure that was not authentic Scottish garb but he didn't say anything about it. Dean was worried the Angel would straighten up and obscure his view of the luscious and hairy fruit bowl with the kilt.

Sam socked him in the arm, "Dean, listen!"

"Huh? Yeah I heard you…something about broad and fertile valleys."

Sam rolled his eyes then continued.

"An impressive pile of stone the castle sits solid as an anchor, the keystone of its 14,000 acres of gardens, parks, lumber stands, grazing lands for beef and even an arboretum overlooking the Glamis Burn with trees from all over the world, several of them hundreds of years old."

There was a Glamis even before there was an England. In a nearly stream an intricately carved stone known as the Eassie Stone was found. The carvings have been attributed to the Picts, a prehistoric tribe."

…..

The trio appeared inside of Glamis dressed in traditional clothing. Dean burst out laughing at the sight of his brother in a kilt. He said Sam looked like a giraffe in a dress.

Sam pointed out that Dean's bow legs didn't do much to enhance his own kilt either.

Castiel continued where Sam left off recounting the history of Glamis.

"Glamis was a hunting lodge back in 1054 AD and is celebrated as the place where King Malcom II was murdered. Six hundred years later William Shakespeare used the tale of Malcom's murder as the basis for his King Lear.

It was 1376 when a castle was finally built and the English King Robert II gave Glamis to Sir John Lyon, the Thane of Glamis. The Lyon family, later known as the Bowes-Lyon family have held Glamis ever since."

Sam strolled into a great room and found portrait after portrait hung on the walls. He studied them while Dean fiddled with the silver on a fully set table so large you would need an intercom system to talk to the person dining at the other end.

Finally Sam took a seat on a grand looking carved chair feeling like a prince. "So is it King Malcom that haunts this castle?"

Castiel strutted past Dean, hands clasped behind his back. "Not necessarily. As you know Sam a place this old with so much history behind it would have multiple murders and tragic deaths."

Dean twirled his finger in the air, "Ok finish the jabbering and let's get to hunting. I got a breeze up my skirt and my balls are looking for a warmer place to hide."

Castiel spun around and gave Dean a wicked little grin, "As you wish."

Dean felt a twitch but then the Angel droned on with the story which was a real boner killer for him.

"In the early 15th century the castle was rebuilt into its current form, an L-shared tower house. Glamis is a thousand years old and has seen much happen within its walls.

In 1528 the mistress of Glamis, Janet Douglas, was accused of being a witch. The poor woman was trapped in a fight between her family and the King of England, James V and was burned at the stake in Edinburgh in 1537."

Dean groused, "Please tell me there aren't witches involved."

Castiel gave him the look of a strict Headmaster at a boy's school and Dean was about to get a spanking. The Hunter gave a dirty chuckle.

The Angel bent down and spoke in a deep rumble, "I know what you're thinking…dirty little boy. Perhaps later you will get that spanking you so deserve."

A shout of, "Sitting right here!" came from Sam.

Castiel straightened up and walked the length of the grand dining hall as he continued the horrid tales of Glamis.

"King James V lived in the house for a while but gave it back to John Lyon, the 7th Earl of Glamis in 1543. Of course, poor Janet was long dead by then and it did her no good at all. Accused of witchcraft and abandoned by all she went to her horrible death alone. She haunts Glamis as the famous Grey Lady who has been seen at Glamis ever since, praying in the Chapel, wandering the halls."

Dean hugged his sawed off full of rock salt ready to start shooting. "Great, Grey Lady. Let's do this!"

Castiel turned heel and headed toward Dean, "I'm sorry, did I breathe and give you the impression I was done talking?"

Dean curled his lip at the smarty pants Angel, "You are a real dick sometimes you know that Cas?"

The Angel lifted his kilt and Dean was speechless. Sam shouted, "Still sitting right here!"

….

They appeared in a completely new part of the castle. Sam and Dean swung around with shotguns aimed. They both felt the chill in the air straight through to the bone. A suit of armor stood there as sentry to the castle crypt.

Sam reached up and ran his fingers over one of the many arches. The tall young man felt claustrophobic down in the bowels of Glamis. Despite the light colored stonework the air was oppressive and Dean was feeling the effects.

"Please tell me this isn't where the ghost is. We have gotten to the ghost right?"

Castiel ran a thumb over Dean's generous lips. "I'm sorry; I thought you were getting bored in the dining hall."

They appeared in an opulent bedroom obviously fitted out for a woman. It was all light and bright with a four poster bed and a large window with a view of the sumptuous grounds. Sam and Dean relaxed and both took a side of the bed settling in for more historic tales of this marvelous and very haunted castle.

"Another famous legend about Glamis is the story of Lord Beardie, the Tiger Earl, Alexander Lindsay, the fourth Earl of Crawford. An intemperate and blasphemous man Lord Beardie wanted to play cards on the Sabbath and none of his household would accommodate him in fear for their immortal souls. Beardie ranted and swore he would find someone to gamble with. He called on the Devil to answer him and the Devil did. So in a sealed lost room inside Glamis Lord Beardie plays at cards with the Devil condemned to playing on until judgement day. Trapped forever at the gaming table with the Devil Beardie continues to swear and curse, his voice echoing in the halls of Glamis castle."

Sam was visibly upset for his own reasons when the Devil came up. Castiel assured him there would be no Devil appearing.

"Next we have the tongue less woman who sweeps through the halls for no known reason. She has no name and her story is long lost in the tunnel of a thousand years.

One of the most well-known tales of Glamis is the Monster of Glamis; the story of a horribly deformed child born to inherit the land and titles but instead was hidden away in a secret room for his entire life, concealed from the outside world until his early death. This particular legend has lived on through the centuries. It has been claimed that in each generation of the family another monster is born and concealed just as the first poor child was.

Sam added "Tongue less woman, deformed child and the Devil" with a question mark to the growing list of possibilities.

Dean flopped back on the pile of lady pillows and groaned. "Come on Cas please."

The Angel licked his lips at the sight of Dean's kilt riding up his muscular thighs and just an inch of penis peeking out from under the tartan. "I promise Dean, let me finish and I'll make sure this little trip is most enjoyable for you."

….

The trio appeared in the chapel for the end of the long winded Angel's story. Compared to the rest of the castle the chapel was bright, simple and clean. The arches carried through as with the rest of Glamis but the cross was plain and the only standout piece was the large stained glass window of a tree.

Castiel was pleased to see the brothers relax. It's lovely isn't it?"

Sam and Dean agreed.

"I promise this is the end and then the hunt begins. Yet another Glamis legend is that of the Ogilvies, a family that sought protection at Glamis. Somewhere in the 16-foot-thick walls is the famous room of skulls, where the family, who sought protection from their enemies the Lindsays, were walled up to die of starvation.

Glamis goes on and even flourishes. In 1900, Lady Elizabeth Bowes Lyon was born. On 26 April 1923 she married Prince Albert, Duke of York second son of King George V, at Westminster Abbey. Their second daughter, Princess Margaret, was born at Glamis Castle in 1930. Their first daughter was Elizabeth, the current Queen of England, who was born in 1926 in London"

Sam finished scribbling in his little notebook and then tucked it away. Both brothers waited for the Angel to start up again but he simply stood there with hands neatly folded in front of him.

Dean begged, "Please tell us which ghost we are supposed to gank."

They appeared in one of many hallways. Castiel purred, "If you're a good boy Dean there is a fruit bowl waiting for you at the end of the ghost hunt."

Poor Sam didn't say it again but he was standing right there. "I suppose there is no pretty girl waiting for me at the end of the ghost hunt and I don't mean one with bad breath and missing teeth."

"I'll see what I do for you Sam."

….

The Winchester brothers paused as their Angel swept on down the hall, kilt swaying seductively

Dean may have been studying that Angel ass too closely but at least Sam was alert when the tongue less woman appeared around the corner and rushed towards them with her hands raised.

Behind the ghost the Angel charged, herding her on.

"Not exactly what I wanted, Cas!" Sam yelled then turned to smack his distracted brother.

'"Shoot, Dean, damn it, shoot!" He yelled as she almost reached them.

The blast of the salt gun echoed through the hall, tearing the specter into fluttering shreds.

"Thanks Dean, you jerk" Sam continued to yell. "She almost freaking got me. Get your head in the game and out of Castiel's kilt. We could get killed here slipping on your drool."

Dean reached up to rub his sore head. "Shut up, bitch. I took care of her, didn't I?"

Castiel drew near and got his just proportion of Sam's ire. "Just what the hell were you doing, Castiel?" Sam only used Castiel's full name when he was pissed.

"She was the most attractive female Glamis had to offer." The Angel replied. "What? You didn't like her?"

Sam wrapped a long fingered hand on Dean's right arm and Castiel's left. "No, Castiel, she wasn't attractive. Do you really think I'd screw a ghost with no tongue? You just wanted to distract me so you and Dean could sneak off and fornicate in some corner."

"Samuel," Castiel straightened his spine. "You forget. I am an Angel of the Lord. You should show me some respect."

Sam snorted. "Yeah, right. If your Daddy was around he'd beat both your asses. Come on. Let's get out of this hall before she comes looking for me."

Dean spoke up. "If you two are done now let's pick a ghost and get out of this place. This hunt is taking too long.

Sam rolled his eyes. "Fine, pick one Dean. Have you been paying attention to the history or was you mind otherwise engaged?"

"Again, shut up bitch." Dean growled. "I got an idea. We've got an Angel on the team. Let's find this "skull room" with the family's skeletons, light 'em up and let those people go finally."

Both Castiel and Sam considered Dean's plan. "You know, for a jerk , that's a pretty good idea." Sam said.

With Sam's approval and Castiel's assistance they were immediately transported to a dark narrow place with barred windows and a floor covered in bones.

"Let's push them together in the corner and light them up." Dean said.

"Cas, is there possibility that we can burn this castle down?" Sam asked. "I'd hate to get on the Queen's bad side for burning her childhood home to the ground."

"No, Sam," Castiel smiled. "It's all stone. You and your brother can light up the bones in relative safety. "I'll protect you from the flames because we should stay to watch them be reduced to ash, just in case."

The piled bones burned with a lovely light and the Ogilvie family was finally set free to go to their rest.
…..

Sam took a few minutes before they left Glamis to admire and take in all the history. He was glad Castiel agreed to let him wander a bit. He stood at one of the floor to ceiling windows taking in the sunrise. It was going to be a most beautiful day.

A guide stepped up behind him and tapped Sam on the shoulder. He almost jumped out of his skin then turned and laid eyes on an attractive young woman. When she spoke Sam was enamored with the sweet lilt in her voice not to mention everything else.

"Good morning. Would you care for a cup?"

"A cup of…"

"Tea."

Sam had no idea why the raven haired beauty didn't nail him to the wall for being inside Glamis before it ever opened for tours that day. He decided not to look a gift horse in the mouth.

…

Castiel had Dean cornered in a dark and dreary bedchamber somewhere in the castle. "Come here Dean. I know what you want."

Dean covered his backside with his hands and took a step away. "I don't think so. I saw that banana in your hairy fruit bowl and my cherry isn't up to it."

He gave the Angel a seductive smile, "At least not yet. I'm not getting railed in some weird castle."

In a flash Dean was on the musty bedding over Castiels lap and his kilt was up. A firm hand came down on his rump leaving a mark behind. "Ow! Damn it Cas, I didn't ask for this!"

"No you just fantasized about it. Now be a good boy and hold still."

A volley of blows came until Dean was almost in tears. Worse yet he embarrassed himself by shooting a load over the Angels kilt. Next came little baby kisses over the welted cheeks.

Castiel cooed, "There…let my Angel kisses sooth your pretty flesh."

Dean felt his rump cool and settle immediately. "I…I think I like getting spanked."

"Yes I can tell."

"Cas?"

"Yes Dean?"

"I'm crushing bad on you."

"I know…I love you too."

….

Sam spun around in a desk chair holding up a flier from Glamis. He had a goofy smile on his face and radiated happiness on a grand scale.

Dean stuck his boot out and stopped the spinning almost pitching Sam on his ass. "What are you grinning about?"

Sam waved the flier at him, "I have a phone number and email from a girl I met at Gamlis. Her name is Felicity and she has shiny dark hair and a pretty smile."

"Did you get laid?"

"No Dean, we had tea together."

Dean mussed up his little brother's mop of hair, "Well as long as she has all her teeth."

…..

Dean wiped the fog from the mirror and examined himself. He didn't look any different on the outside but the Angel had him all twisted up on the inside. He never felt this way before about anyone.

There was a rustle of feathers then what felt like a kiss pressed against his neck and then it was gone.

When Dean walked back into his bedroom the faint smell of lavender hung in the air.