A/N; So I'm placing out feelers for a Supernatural/Tudor crossover: Dean/King Henry I have about 40 pages written, but I'd like to know if anyone would be interested. I'll post regardless, but I'm always open and eager for my readers thoughts and suggestions. Warnings for now are undecided, apart from Slash, as always. I'll move this story to the Tudor a few chapters in and eventually to the crossover section, as per regulations. Now now I'm switching it around to gain an audience- not a lot of people check out the xovers all that often. Enjoy!

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Dean was exhausted. He had been up since before dawn, working. He had made breakfast, seen Sam off to work, hunted a deer for the king's dinner and helped in the kitchens as was his job.

Dean was 21 years old, a hunter by profession, as his father, John. He could hunt anything. Animals, supernaturals, and if he had to, humans. His father was famous in all of Europe for his hunting skills. But that did not put a roof over their heads. Occasionally he took mercenary work, because it paid extremely well for someone as good as him. Dean was very grateful to their father. After their mother died, John had gone off the rails, leaving four year old Dean to take care of Sammy while his father drank himself to a near death. But John had gotten a hold of himself. The only reason Dean knew of his father drinking, was because his father had told him; told him how destroyed he was to loose their mother, and how much he loved them; they were his reason to live.

Knowing this, Dean never had a problem their father not being around too much, a sentiment his brother Sammy did not share. He knew their father loved them and only had their best interest at heart. Often that meant not staying too long. Because of his fame, his father was at times hunted by demons. Sammy did not remember, having been barely three, but once, a demon had come into their house, intending to kill them all.

But this left Dean alone to raise his brother. All Dean ever wanted was the best for his Sammy. He had raised him, taught him to read and write both English and Latin. Dean had taught himself, just to teach Sammy. His little brother's dream was to become a lawyer, a dream Dean was working day and night to make happen. He had begged and pleaded with a local lawyer to let Sammy help in the office. Even if he had to do it for free. If his brother could just watch, he would learn. That was why Dean was working for the king, doing anything he was asked.

He knew the only reason he got the job was because of his looks. He was exceptionally pretty- yes, pretty. With his lithe body, green eyes, plush lips, sun kissed skin and golden blond hair, he was pretty. And the king liked pretty things. Rather, in the case of his male staff, he wished to present the best England had to offer. But he also paid better than any other employer in the country, except the brothels. Boy prostitutes were hard to come by.
But that was why Dean was now, at two AM, heading up to the king's chambers with a meal. He had been the only one still there, as the others had gone to bed, so tonight, a late summer night, Dean Winchester was about to meet the king for the first time in his life. Possibly the last. If he was awake.
He was nervous.

He knew he could get fired if the king didn't like... his hair. Or his boots. Or even just the food he'd brought, even if he didn't cook it. And he needed this job. It was either this, the brothels, or take Sammy out of school. Their father brought more than enough money when he did come, and he made much more than he would if he lived in London working as a hunter, or even a soldier, as he had been in his youth. Not with two children, and no wife. Though, 'no wife' was probably a lot cheaper than being married. The trouble as, that as a minor until the age of 22, he was not allowed, by law, to keep more than a certain amount in the house, and he was not allowed to take money out of the bank without his father present.

And of course, his top expense, the Impala. His beautiful horse. His father had give her to him as a foal, the daughter of his own stallion, Chevy. She was the gem of his eye. So between the brothels, taking Samy out of his make-shift school, or selling Impala, he'd go to the brothels. Dean frowned at the thought of selling her as he neared the king's chamber. He saw the silhouette of a sleeping guard outside the big double doors.

Impala was currently at his uncle Bobby's stables, where they lived, close to the lawyers office, and close enough to the castle for Dean walk there on time. He'd take her on hunts, then take her home. He would not have her tied up at the castle, as it would make her unbelievably cranky. Initially, Dean had intended to work for his uncle, but the king paid more than it would cost Bobby to hire a hand. Bobby was just as set on helping Sammy as Dean was. He could afford another hand when he needed it.

Carefully, he pushed open the door to the king's chambers, supporting the tray of food on his hip. He nearly dropped the tray as he saw the king - the king in just his trousers by the window, a bottle of wine dangling from his hand.

"Your majesty," Dean spoke, "I have the midnight snack you requested," he spoke softly. The king just took another swig of his wine.

.~*~.

Henry was miserable. He was drunk. Very drunk. Katherine had miscarried. Again. A son this time. He desperately needed a distraction, but all his mistresses were asleep, or not in the castle. He heard the door open quietly, and the soft pad of quiet feet on the floor, "Your majesty," he heard so soft, and oddly appealing voice speak, "I have the midnight snack you requested."

Oh dear lord. He took another swig of his bottle. He turned around, supporting himself on the wall, and came face to face with the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. He frowned. Was it a girl or a boy...? He couldn't tell. He took an unsteady step closer, inspecting the... person. A boy, he was fairly sure. But those lips. And those glowing green eyes. Too pretty to be a boy. But a boy.

"Um, I'll put it down by your bed, sire," the boy mumbled and moved quickly and soundlessly to the table by his bed.

Henry followed, fascinated. "W's your name?" he slurred.

The boy put the tray down and turned around. Henry stood very close. Dean looked up at him with wide eyes, "D-Dean, sire."

"Dean...?" he gestured.

"Winchester, sire," Dean replied.

The king cocked his head, and brought a hand to Deans face, caressing him, "Too pretty fo' a boy." he leaned down and inhaled deeply. He smelled of horses - the good kind, and fresh air and grass. He didn't know if the moan he heard was the boy's or his own, but he needed a taste.

.~*~.

A/N; So as said, I'm placing out feelers for a Supernatural/Tudor crossover: Dean/King Henry I have about 40 pages written, but I'd like to know if anyone would be interested. I'll post regardless, but I'm always open and eager for my readers thoughts and suggestions. Warnings for now are undecided, apart from Slash, as always. I'll move this story to the Tudor a few chapters in and eventually to the crossover section, as per regulations. Now now I'm switching it around to gain an audience- not a lot of people check out the xovers all that often. I hope you enjoyed the story so far.