Disclaimer: We (the authors) still do not own the characters, even Thor.

Also, no real Deans were harmed in the making of this chapter.

14 years later...

"I want to be a knight!" A young, blonde, teenage boy yells while jumping up onto the weak, wooden table. He waves around a medium-length hammer he had taken from his father, Bobby.

"Dean!" An older man steps into the room, concentrating on his hands and wiping them with a small cloth. He had just come in from moving coals into the fire. "Dean! I need you to run out to the stream and get me a bucket of wat-" Bobby's eyes widen when he looks up and sees the boy on the table. "Dean, that table is weak! Do not stand on it!" By that moment, it's too late, the table has cracked and broken. Dean is in the center covered with splinters and scratches.

"Ow!" Dean screams as he tries to get out. Bobby rushes over to help Dean up, but Dean's right ankle collapses when he tries to take a step.

"Dean, you idgit!" Bobby helps Dean up again and supports him to the stream out back. Dean puts his pulsing ankle into the water and sighs, the cold water instantly making it feel a little better.

Bobby whistles a short, five-note tune which calls over a small, gray pigeon. It flutters over and lands on a low branch. Bobby takes out a small parchment and ink he keeps conveniently in his apron pocket. He quickly scribbles out a message, folds it, and ties it to the pigeon. "Take this to the apothecary Balthazar, just East of the edge of the town," he told the bird. The bird took flight. Bobby turns to Dean with a glare upon his face.

"I'm sorry, father!" Dean exclaimed, his green eyes widened in apology.

"Dean, what were you thinking? Idgit... You can't just become a knight by waving a hammer around, like Thor! You know the system, son. We're not worthy enough, and that is my fault..."

"What's a... Thor?" Dean questioned.

"He's mythology...Like um, unicorns."

A young man of around sixteen looked around him, the environment is different than what he was used to. The boy has dark hair, beautiful blue eyes, and a confused expression plastered upon his face. He looks ahead, squinting. A little cottage in the distance! He grins and runs to the cottage.

Clunk! Clunk! The door opens for the boy, revealing the unamused-looking man who owns the place.

"Good eve, sir! My name is Castiel!" Exclaims the boy.

The man blinks twice and proceeds with "Is this urgent? I have to attend a patient, I was just finishing with packing special medicines required."

"I just need to know how to get to Silent Falls, sir!"

"Lucky for you, I was heading there myself. I can take you there, lad!" The man turns around and grabs a parcel and a vial of salt. "The name is Balthazar, by the way." Balthazar heads out the door and grabs his majestic, (off) white steed and starts riding it into the distance, leaving Castiel behind.

"Uhh..." Castiel was forgotten. Not knowing what to do, the teen runs after Balthazar's horse screaming "Wait for me!"

"Robert Smith?" A voice calls Bobby's attention.

The blacksmith stops lecturing Dean on unreasonable goals, so he can greet the apothecary, Balthazar. Bobby brings the medicine man towards the injured boy.

"Is this why you called me here?" Balthazar points towards Dean.

Bobby nods. "He fell off my favorite table."

"Why was the kid on your favorite table? Actually...my main concern being, why do you even have a favorite table?" Dean chuckles at Balthazar's statement.

"It was my only table, idgit," argues Bobby.

Balthazar turns to Dean, kneels down, and helps the kid remove his ankle from the water. "Is this where it hurts?" Asks the apothecary. Dean nods, his eyes stained with tears. Balthazar touches Dean's ankle. "It's not swollen, I don't think it's broken, but I do believe you hurt it badly." He takes out a few kelly green leaves, they were some sort of rare herb. "This plant extracts special medicinal juices that shall help thee recover more quickly."

Just as soon as Balthazar starts crushing the leaves, a loud panting is heard coming closer and closer. Ignoring the sound, the man goes back to making some sort of mushed leaf gel. A teenage boy crashes through and falls near the stream.

"Oh, I knew I was forgetting something!" Balthazar turns around and splashes cold water on the heavily-breathing boy. "Castiel! Why didn't you ride your mare?" Balthazar thinks as Castiel slowly gets up. "Now that I think about it, you didn't have one..."

Castiel coughs and sees Dean. "'Ello. My name is Castiel," he greets. The teenager is still breathing very hard.

Balthazar turns back to Dean and starts applying the medicine.

"Hello, I'm Dean Smith." Dean smiles. "Are you an apprentice for Sir Balthazar?"

"No, I'm actually here for someone else... This man was just helping me find the city." Castiel says slowly. Balthazar ties a stick to Dean's ankle, to act as a brace.

"Well," Balthazar interrupts, "Just don't move your limb around too much and it should heal after seven to ten sunrises." The apothecary gets up, mounts the steed, and leaves.

Bobby turns to the teenage boy. "If you're not an apprentice for Sir Balthazar, then why, if I may ask, are you here?"

"Why, sir. I am to be an apprentice to the town magician..."

"And you have no idea how to get there?" Bobby questions.

"No, sir."

"I'll take ya' there." Bobby turns to Dean. "Wait here until I get back?" Dean nods.

Bobby takes the young Castiel across town until they get to a home that looks crooked from the outside. Bobby knocks on the door and a young man, around eight years older than Castiel open the door.

"How can I help you?" The man says.

"I think you're missing something." Bobby pulls Castiel into sight.

Castiel waves. "Hello, big brother."

Who do you think Castiel's big brother is?

Do you think Dean will ever get his wish to become a knight?

Check out the next chapter, coming soon, to meet our own little Prince Sam!

Static O. Sventura and I would like to thank The Mysterious Shadow and Candieddragon for kindly reviewing our Prologue. We would also love to thank all the amazing people who have read with us.

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