I own nothing but the balls to make Lucifer a fairy king.
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Many years had passed since that night and true to the bird's word the younger was crowned king with no chance at escaping the borders of his land making him a recluse locked away in his castle, while winter had long since killed the beautiful summer that had once thrived outside his window. The fairy king had also lost all of his citizens except for those who had learned to live and thrive in winter. The only one brave to stay by his side being a young fae hound he had found durring one of his outings and a crow who had flown through his window and refused to leave.
With Castiel and Sam by his side Lucifer had lived out many lifetimes but so far he had not found the one who held his brother's power over summer. The winter king would take long walks in his frozen gardens or would stand on a balcony watching Sam run laps in his second skin as a hound, but the one thing he always did was return to his brother's grave to beg for his forgivness and to lay whatever flower he had found that had not yet died due to the perpetual winter around them.
Lucifer was headed to the grave again this time followed by Castiel and Sam only to find something he hadn't seen in over a millenia. Melted snow and freshly bloomed flowers in every color imaginable. Lucifer dropped his walking stick and picked up his robeps as he sprinted forward and into the glen where his father and brother rested. There on the stone surrounding the slain form of his beloved older brother was a young fairy. Sam let out a growl as Castiel cawed loudly at the sight of the intruder but Lucifer felt pulled toward her so he approached for a closer look. The girl had long raven colored hair that fell past her hip, delicate features that could only belong to a fae of noble birth, and six large white wings that were tipped in gold and glowed as soft blue like the full moon on a cloudless night. As he crept closer he thought at first she was dead or sleeping but as he got closer he noticed she was badly injured and clutching a wound in her chest.
Lucifer was about to reach for her when a flash of gold caught his eye right before he dodged a collision with an on coming arrow. Castiel and Sam both sprang into action to protect their king as Lucifer glanced around to find the arrow's origin when two men stepped out from the bushes. One was tall with short cropped dirty blond hair and bright leaf green eyes holding a sword while the other was shorter with shaggy well kept carmel hair and piercing gold eyes weilding the bow. The golden archer also had a set of six wings but of the purest gold marking him as a royal while the swordsman sported a pair of pointed ears and features that told the king the man was of Elvish decent. Sam and Castiel took their human forms flanking the winter king as the other two came forward to protect their summer queen. Both sides were poised to fight but Lucifer knew a dying fae when he saw one so using his control of snow and ice he trapped both men's legs in unbreakable ice
"Stop it all of you!" He shouted suprising everyone including himself
"While I would like to know why you three are on my land right now it seems the lady you travel with is in need of assistance. My palace is not far from here as long as you all promise to behave and not kill each other you are welcome to stay till she is well enough to leave on her own." He told them leveling the new comers as well as his own attendents with a glare that could freeze fire before taking the girl's limp form in his arms and heading back home letting the fighters out of the ice as he went.
Dean and Gabriel followed in silence as they followed the king. They had heard rumors of the illusive Winter King but no fae or animal had looked upon his face in nearly seven hundred years, not since the first Summer King had been slain. Every few years a new heir to summer had been born but while something had always drawn them to the snowy borders of winter something far more sinister would cut them down at a young age before they could touch one snowflake.
By some miracle they had managed to keep the current heir alive till she could claim her right as Queen. But the girl couldn't shake the calling of the winter wood and had slipped from her chambers before running into the frozen trees. She had made it further than anyone had ever tried to enter when she had been attacked by an unknown foe. The archer and knight had been trying to reach her when the king had stumbled upon her prone form, so there they were following a crow and hound while their princess laid injured in the arms of the very king they were to keep her away from.
Lucifer led the group into his palace heading straight up the stairs to the west wing showing the two unnamed males to their rooms before taking the girl to the room at the end of the corridor. The king closed the door behind him and took in the room. He had not opened that door since the day he had been cursed and everything was exactly as his brother had left it, right down to the placement of the blankets on the bed. Lucifer took it all in. The plush green carpet, the murals of summer woods painted in detail on the walls, to the huge four poster bed in the center of the round room with the blankets pulled back like their owner was to return at any time.
He stood there for longer than nesscery before remembering the girl. He quickly set to work setting her on the bed and tending her wound cleaning and stitching it back together before making a paste with dried herbs and applying it to the wound and bandaging it up. Once he had finished he stripped her gently of her ruined dress and dressed her in one of his button down shirts. Lucifer didn't know why but he was drawn to this girl like a moth to a flame and he vowed on the memory of his beloved brother he would protect here for as long as she was inside his reach.