Chapter 4

As the carriage approached the mansion, Sam developed sweaty hands. What would he do? He hadn't been out of his house for a long time, nevertheless to a party with royalty.

'What if I make a fool out of myself? Or wha- what if Mother sees me and punishes me when we get home? No." Thought Sam, pushing those ideas out of his head.

Soon the carriage stopped, he wiped his hands on the sits and climbed out, putting on his best smile. He walked up the stairs, careful not to trip or take them two at the time.

As he entered, bright lights and classical music sweeping throughout the rooms received him. Guest were standing on the side, chattering the night away, not noticing the tall, brown hair man standing in the entrance.

'Wow, so is this how rich folks live each day?' He speculated. He awkwardly made his way to the tables, where large selection of wine, punch, and other beverages were standing out. As he stretched for the punch, his hands knocked onto other hands, spilling the substance inside the cup.

"Forgive me sir-" he started, but was cut off by perky blue eyes, fixated on his on hazel eyes. The man had messy hair, and was shorter than Sam, making him lift his head slightly to met Sam's face.

The other man broke into a shy smile, revealing his shiny white teeth, a smile that made Sam's knee faint, but he kept casual and grinned back.

"Don't worry, it is alright. No damage done. May I ask what your name is?" replied the man.

"My name is Sam Winchester, Sir." Sam answered. The other man tilted his head to the side and stared at Sam. Sam self-consciously stood there, feeling as if the man was staring into his soul.

The other man removed his mask. "My apologies, I didn't know there was another Winchester. My name is Castiel Novak."

Sam's eyes widened when he realized he was in the presents of a Novak. " My prince, I am-" he started, but shut his mouth when one of his mother's rules appeared in his mind. "Never speak until spoken directly to"

"Now Sam, please treat me like one of your friends, not as a prince. It bothers me when people don't think as me as one of them." Spoke Castiel. "Could you please take your mask off? It would be appropriated to be talking face to face, not to some ridiculous masks."

" Well of course my pr- I mean, Castiel" Said Sam, reveling on the fact that Castiel wanted to talk to him.

"Now then, do you want to talk somewhere pleasanter? Maybe outside on the balcony? The night is filled with magnificent stars, with breezing wind, making it enjoyable to converse."

"Sure Cas. I would enjoy that." Confirmed Sam as they made their way to the balcony.

"Cas?" questioned Castiel, smiling at the nickname.

"Uh yeah. I thought since we were friends, I mean we are friends right? I could give you, you know what forget about" rambled Sam, tripping on his own words.

"No Sam, I like it. I never had a nickname before, I quite enjoy it." Reassured Castiel.

Sam let of a sigh of relief upon hearing that. He, to honest, was fairly nervous being with Castiel. But that feeling was quickly replaced with happiness.

Sam and Castiel talked for hours and hours that night. Both enjoyed each other's company, laughing at each other's joke, even if they were terrible. Laughing at Castiel's stories about Gabriel's and Lucifer's adventures that got them into trouble and how he and Anna had to help them.

As the night came to an end, Sam and Castiel had gotten closer.

Castiel and Sam's face were inches apart, and they started to lean closer and nearer to each other. Just as they were going to kiss, the balcony doors had opened, making Sam and Castiel jolt.

They both turned their heads to see Sam's Mother, glaring at Sam.

"Mother" whispered Sam, so low that Castiel had barley heard it.

"Samuel Winchester, what is the meaning of this!?" Screeched His Mother, with Adam smirking behind her.