I DO NOT OWN SUPERNATURAL NOR THE CHARACTERS NOR THE ACTORS NOR THE IDEA OF THE TV SHOW BECAUSE ERIC KRIPKE WAS THE GENIUS WHO THOUGHT OF IT.

SUMMARY: AU. DESTIEL SLASH. Winchester Inc. and Novak Enterprise are the largest companies in the United States. One has the expertise with cars while the other possesses the expertise on gadgets. The two founders were once the best of friends but were pushed apart by jealousy and anger. Now, their two boys have found their way to each other's arms and later on, to each other's hearts. Will the young men's love for each other mend their parents' feud? Or will their parents break them apart?

WORD COUNT: 4, 161 (titles included)

CHAPTER RATING: K

STORY WARNING/S: Boy with boy romance. Boys kissing, having sex and such. Hinting of character death. If you're homophobic, walk out. NOW.

CHAPTER WARNING/S: None

GENRE: Romance, Family, Drama, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Friendship

OTHERS: This story was inspired by the movie "Private Romeo" by Mr. Alan Brown, which used William Shakespeare's "Romeo and Juliet" as an actual script. Loosely based on "Romeo and Juliet" itself. NO DEATHS WILL HAPPEN SO YOU CAN ALL RELAX.

AN: Thanks so much for the reviews and favorites guys! They're amazing ego-boosters! ;D Once again, I live because of reviews so it would be much appreciated. ;D

I'll be quoting some lines from Romeo and Juliet in this chapter (and in a few more in the near future) and the way they'll deliver it is kind of based on how I wanted them to deliver it. A little more or less how I understood it or what I think would fit.

Also, I don't read/edit/check/whatever my stories more than just once so I'm sorry for the grammatical errors.

Love y'all! *blows a kiss to you guys.*

P.S. If you're Romeo and Juliet's biggest fan, you'll love this... Or not. Carry on. . . MY WAYWARD SON! XD

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Shakespeare

The Masquerade Ball…

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"Why are we here again?" Dean asked Ash for the umpteenth time that night. He still wondered how Ash was able to convince him to go to the Novak's Masquerade Ball.

Ash sighed dramatically and rolled his eyes then looked at Dean. He held him by the shoulders and sternly said, "Because we're here to have fun, Dean. Just relax, okay? Nothing will happen, man. This party's gonna be so awesome you'll forget that your father's arch enemy held this event." He waggled his eyebrows and let his hands fall from Dean's shoulders. It's not that Dean didn't trust Ash, he just didn't trust a drunk Ash, which will probably happen soon if the man with a mullet (seriously, this isn't the seventies or whatever, what's up with the mullet?!) didn't stir away from alcohol. Sometimes he wondered if Ash really was older than him by six years.

Dean kept his eyes on the older man, making sure he stayed sober and that he'd behave. He followed Ash's movements with his eyes, ready to take action if he ever came near anything alcoholic. He told the older man earlier, before they arrived at the party, that he'd leave his sorry ass behind if he ever touched any alcohol and the older man vowed to be sober, but that didn't mean he can't be careful.

When he was quite certain Ash would follow through his promise, he gave himself the time to study the place. The place looked amazing. The designs—the colors, banners and few posters that littered the place—were extravagant. It was very well thought-off and Dean was very impressed.

He has never been in a Masquerade Ball because he was always busy studying cars and helping his dad manage the company. If he wasn't studying nor helping his father, he was hanging out with his two younger brothers—Sam (twenty years old) and Adam (fifteen years old). He loved (loves) those two boys and wouldn't trade them for the world.

He let his eyes wander some more, studying the place and the people around him. He didn't know many of them but he knew a few. Some were CEOs from other car companies and some were from computer companies. A few Presidents of large companies were seen and some of them are actually colleagues of his father—John Winchester. He vaguely wondered if John knew that they were in good terms with Novak then realized that everything was purely business between those people and John.

He watched the room with wary eyes, waiting for someone to discover him and kick him out of the ball. He still didn't know how Ash obtained the invitations but then decided against about questioning it. He shouldn't question Ash's geek prowess and nerdy tendencies. He knew that what Ash did had something to do with computers. Sometimes he wondered why Ash chose to work for them instead of the Novaks when he was clearly a computer geek.

When a waitress stumbled upon him, he took one of the wine glasses and smiled his thanks to her as she bowed her head softly and walked away from him. He took a sip of his wine—red—and let his eyes wander once more; when his gaze reached the entrance, a tall man with a boy—probably around Adam's age or a little older—came in. The older man simply wore a typical suit jacket and a black mask to cover the upper part of his face. The younger one wore a mask that surprisingly matched his', except for the color. He wore a black vest over a long-sleeved, pale blue button up shirt. He couldn't see how the boy really looked like, but somehow, he can tell that he was good looking.

The two men that came in went straight to the center of the venue, where a stage was built for the event. When the man talked to a woman who seemed to be hosting the event of the night, he realized that that was Lucifer Novak, the person his father saw as an arch enemy and the young man was probably his only son, Castiel Novak. Since Lucifer has never shown his son in public, Dean was excited to see the heir of Novak Enterprise.

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When they arrived in the venue, Castiel was agitated. Tonight would be the first time that he would be acknowledged as the heir to his father's company. He was kept hidden because he had to remain safe since was an only child and his father wanted him to be raised normally. He went to public schools instead of private ones because his father wanted him to experience real life. His name was changed and his identity was never found out because the only people who knew who he was were the heads of the schools he has been to. He was never bullied because despite the fact that he was very intellectual, he was good enough with sports and self defense that the school bullies left him alone. He was quite popular with women as well because they liked his innocent face and his excellence in literature, music and arts.

As they stepped closer to the stage that was made in the center of the place, he grew a little more agitated. He didn't want to be exposed just yet because then, the expectations will start coming. He didn't want people to see him as Lucifer Novak's successor. He wanted to be seen as Lucifer Novak's beloved son. He also wanted to stay at the school he has been because he has made a few friends—Jo Harvelle, Tessa McKinsey and Inias Archer—who liked him for who he was, simply as Castiel Novak and not as the Castiel Novak. Even when he told them who he really was, they didn't treat him differently neither did they try to take advantage of him. They kept his secret as their own and remained faithful to him. He knew that the moment that he was to be introduced publicly as the heir to Novak Enterprise, he would have to transfer to a private school.

"So there's my favorite cousin!" A voice from behind him exclaimed, distracting him momentarily from the agitation he was feeling. He knew that voice anywhere and was glad that his cousin made it.

"Gabriel!" he said as he turned to face him. Gabriel was eight years older than him but they were still close. Gabriel made it his responsibility to take care of Castiel because he was the youngest among them.

Gabriel wore a black coat over a white button up. It was tucked inside his black slacks that hung on his waist. He was wearing dark brown leather shoes, a red tie around his neck. His mask was a dark shade of blue and covered barely more than a quarter of his face—the left side—resembling the mask that Phantom wore in Phantom of the Opera.

They hugged each other and Gabriel realized that Castiel has grown slightly taller since he last saw him four months ago. "You've grown." He said in surprise with a smile when they pulled away from each other.

"I know. And I'm quite certain I'll grow taller than you in time." The younger man responded with a smile; amusement and mischief shining in his eyes.

"We'll see about that." Gabriel replied with a wink. He looked at Lucifer who was now watching them fondly and said, "Can Castiel and I entertain the guests for a while?"

"Romeo and Juliet?" Lucifer asked with a smile while Castiel snorted.

Whenever events like tonight happen (mostly just family gatherings), Gabriel and Castiel reenact scenes from Romeso and Juliet to entertain the guests. They made their own version of the said play, making it sound modern to fit their generation.

"Of course! I can't sing, he can't dance; win-win. Both of us can act well, so why not?"

"Very well." Lucifer said with a smile and a shake of his head. He called the hostess and told her about the performance. Castiel looked back at his cousin with a smile and shake of his head.

"Balcony scene?" he asked the older man with a raised brow. Gabriel shrugged nonchalantly because they always act during said events and it was always Romeo and Juliet that they have memorized the whole play.

"What else? I'm not going to kiss you."

"There is a kissing scene." Castiel asked with confusion.

"Who said we'll reach that part of the play?" Gabriel responded with a wink and walked towards the stage when Lucifer signaled for them to walk up.

"May I please have everyone's attention?" Lucifer asked through the microphone. The whole room went silent to give him their attention. "Tonight, I will be introducing my one and only son to the public. I will show off my little boy who really isn't so little anymore." He said with a smile and gained soft chuckles from the crowd. "But before I do that, before I let the world have a piece of my son, he and his cousin Gabriel will do a little presentation for all of you. They usually do this during family gatherings, which happen quite a lot, if you may ask, and gain many compliments, even though they have seen it a million times. My son and his cousin will reenact a scene from the play Romeo and Juliet." He remained silent for a while and watched the crowd then continued, "Ladies and gentlemen, Gabriel and Castiel Novak! Give them a round of applause." He exclaimed and extended an arm to the direction of the two men who went up on stage. Gabriel shook his uncle's hand and muttered a soft thank you while Castiel embraced his father as he passed by him.

The two boys possessed their own microphones. Gabriel jumped down from the stage while Castiel sat down by the edge of the stage. There were spotlights that pointed at the two men while the rest of the light in the room dimmed. Gabriel started.

"But, soft! What light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun." Gabriel stared at his cousin who was now playing with his fingers with a barely hidden smile. Gabriel straightened his stance and continued in a firm tone, "Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, who is already sick and pale with grief, that thou her maid art far more fair than she: Be not her maid, since she is envious;" He shook his head softly as he said the last line. He tilted his head to one side, as if he was trying to seek Castiel's face then continued, "Her vestal livery is but sick and green, and none but fools do wear it; cast it off." He stepped forward; a small, barely there step to remain seemingly hidden from the younger man's view. Castiel was fully smiling now as his cousin continued. "It is my lady, O, it is my love! O, that she knew she were! She speaks yet she says nothing: what of that?" he said with a huff, a small shake of his head and a light frown. He wet his lips and swallowed thickly, then took a deep breath and continued, "Her eye discourses; I will answer it. I am too bold, 'tis not to me she speaks: Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, having some business, do entreat her eyes; to twinkle in their spheres till they return. What if her eyes were there, they in her head?" he huffed a light laugh, his voice filled with awe and light amusement. He wet his lips once more and took another small step forward then continued,"The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars, as daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven would through the airy region stream so bright that birds would sing and think it were not night. See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand!" Another soft chuckle was huffed as he shook his head, as if in disbelief."O, that I were a glove upon that hand, that I might touch that cheek!" He kept his gaze trained on his cousin as he finished his lines while Castiel tried not to laugh.

"Ay me!" The younger boy said with a soft sigh and with barely contained laughter. When he pulled the microphone away from him, he laughed openly as Gabriel raised an eyebrow at him.

Gabriel cleared his throat before he continued. "She speaks: O, speak again, bright angel! For thou art as glorious to this night, being o'er my head as is a winged messenger of heaven unto the white-upturned wondering eyes of mortals that fall back to gaze on him when he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds and sails upon the bosom of the air."

Castiel became serious then, as if he was finally internalizing and was actually, in fact, Juliet. He sighed softly once more, looked at nothing in particular, as if he was actually having a daydream about the person he has fallen in love with, smiled with that same dreamy look but with a small hint of sadness, and started to say the lines. "O Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name; or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, and I'll no longer be a Capulet."

Everyone was amazed as the young Novak delivered the lines. His tone, articulation and the softness of his voice made it seem that he really was in love. He kept the act and sighed dreamily once more then bit his lower lip. Then, it was Gabriel's turn to deliver his lines.

He smiled at the way his cousin's demeanor has suddenly changed before he whispered the lines with awe in his voice. "Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?"

Castiel bowed his head to hide the amused smile that was forming on his lips. When he raised his head once more, he was, once again, Juliet Capulet and gave another dreamy sigh to emphasize the character's emotions before he spoke once more. "'Tis but thy name that is my enemy; Thou art thyself, though not a Montague."He paused and exhaled sharply. He wet his lower lip and frowned in wonder then said, "What's Montague? It is nor hand, nor foot, nor arm, nor face, nor any other part belonging to a man." He said with annoyance in his tone and a light frown on his face that was still hidden from their audience."O, be some other name! What's in a name, that which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet?" His eyes and voice were filled with wonder when he said those words. He sighed wearily and continued, "So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd, retain that dear perfection which he owes without that title." He sighed heavily and looked at nothing in particular with pleading eyes."Romeo, doff thy name, And for that name which is no part of thee, take all myself."

Gabriel suddenly jumped on the stage; swift and quiet as he delivered his lines the moment his cousin finished. "I take thee at thy word: Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized; Henceforth I never will be Romeo."

Castiel pretended to be startled and suddenly stood up. He tilted his head to one side as if he was searching for something and said in a slightly frightened yet furious voice, "What man art thou that thus be screen'd in night so stumblest on my counsel?"

Gabriel exhaled softly and moved closer, towards his cousin as he said in a soft and rueful voice, "By a name, I know not how to tell thee who I am: My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself; because it is an enemy to thee; had I it written, I would tear the word."

Castiel exhaled sharply, as if in disbelief, and took a small step back. He swallowed thickly and wet his lips then said in a voice filled with disbelief and awe, "My ears have not yet drunk a hundred words of that tongue's utterance, yet I know the sound:" He paused and swallowed thickly once more and looked straight at Gabriel."Art thou not Romeo, and a Montague?"

Gabriel took another step forward, getting closer to the younger man. He sighed softly and said in a soft, sweet voice, "Neither, fair saint, if either thee dislike."

Castiel gave another sharp exhale and looked away from his cousin. When he looked back, he said with a concerned voice, "How camest thou hither, tell me, and wherefore?" He huffed and wet his lips then continued, "The orchard walls are high and hard to climb, and the place death, considering who thou art, if any of my kinsmen find thee here." He expanded an arm, gesturing to the place that was supposed to be a home of the Capulets then took a step forward.

Gabriel sighed softly and took another bold step forward then said in a soft voice, "With love's light wings did I o'er-perch these walls; for stony limits cannot hold love out," he extended an arm to gesture around the place and paused. He looked at Castiel straight in the eye and said in a strong voice, "and what love can do that dares love attempt; therefore thy kinsmen are no let to me."

Castiel clenched his jaw and looked away with a shake of his head then said in a quiet but unwavering voice, "If they do see thee, they will murder thee."

Gabriel smirked and moved forward once more, this time taking three small steps, giving him approximately a three-feet distance from his cousin and said, "Alack," he huffed the word then continued in a voice filled with confidence, "there lies more peril in thine eye than twenty of their swords: look thou but sweet, and I am proof against their enmity."

Castiel looked back at Gabriel and said in a concerned voice, "I would not for the world they saw thee here."

Gabriel took two more steps forward and said in an assuring tone, "I have night's cloak to hide me from their sight; and but thou love me, let them find me here: my life were better ended by their hate, than death prorogued, wanting of thy love."

Castiel wet his lips and sighed softly. He took a small step forward and said, "By whose direction found'st thou out this place?"

Gabriel took his own step forward. He and Castiel are now a foot apart and everyone in the room was enthralled by the two men's performance. He looked directly at Castiel's eyes and wet his lips then replied, "By love, who first did prompt me to inquire;" He paused and raised his hand to cup the younger man's cheek and continued, "he lent me counsel and I lent him eyes. I am no pilot; yet, wert thou as far as that vast shore wash'd with the farthest sea, I would adventure for such merchandise."

Castiel smiled wistfully and held Gabriel's wrist with a hand then said, "Thou know'st the mask of night is on my face, else would a maiden blush be paint my cheek, for that which thou hast heard me speak to-night fain would I dwell on form," His eyes suddenly widened, as if in fear, and his hand dropped from Gabriel's wrist as Gabriel's hand slid down from his cheek as well, "fain," he repeated and stepped back, "fain deny what I have spoke: but farewell compliment!" He swallowed thickly and looked at Gabriel with wide eyes. "Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say 'Ay,' And I will take thy word: yet if thou swear'st, thou mayst prove false; at lovers' perjuries then say, love laughs." He chuckled softly but there was no humor in it, and looked away from his cousin. He took a deep breath and said in a stern but soft and slightly wistful voice, "O gentle Romeo, if thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully: Or if thou think'st I am too quickly won, I'll frown and be perverse and say thee nay, so thou wilt woo; but else, not for the world." He took a deep breath and held his head high as he stared at Gabriel straight in the eye who seemed to be having an internal turmoil as his cousin spoke. "In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond, and therefore thou mayst think my 'havior light: but trust me, gentleman, I'll prove more true than those that have more cunning to be strange. I should have been more strange, I must confess, but that thou overheard'st, ere I was ware, my true love's passion: therefore pardon me, and not impute this yielding to light love, which the dark night hath so discovered."

Gabriel sighed softly and looked at the younger man with fond eyes then said in a sweet voice, "Lady, by yonder blessed moon I swear ,that tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops—"

"O, swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon, that monthly changes in her circled orb, lest that thy love prove likewise variable." Castiel cut his cousin suddenly with a strong but pleading voice and turned his back to the older man.

"What shall I swear by?" Gabriel asked, truly confused and took a step forward.

Castiel sighed softly and said in a quiet voice, "Do not swear at all;" he paused and turned to look at his cousin before he continued in the same tone of voice, "Or, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self, which is the god of my idolatry, and I'll believe thee."

Gabriel stared at him as if searching for something and started with an unwavering, "If my heart's dear love—" but was cut off quickly when Castiel spoke.

"Well, do not swear: although I joy in thee, I have no joy of this contract to-night:" he sighed softly and looked down on the ground then continued, "It is too rash, too unadvised, too.." He trailed off and shook his head lightly and swallowed thickly as he thought of the right word to say "sudden; Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be ere one can say 'It lightens.'" He wet his lips once more and sighed softly, then looked back up at Gabriel who now has a soft frown on his face. "Sweet, good night! This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath, may prove a beauteous flower when next we meet." He walked back slowly as he said, "Good night, good night! As sweet repose and rest come to thy heart as that within my breast!" he then turned abruptly, as if he was trying to run away until a hand held his arm and turned him around.

"O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied?" Gabriel asked incredulously when Castiel was facing him once more.

"What satisfaction canst thou have to-night?" Castiel asked in the same incredulous tone as Gabriel let his hand slide down from the younger man's arm.

"The exchange of thy love's faithful vow for mine." Gabriel responded in a matter-of-factly tone.

Castiel huffed and looked away for a moment. When he looked back, his eyes were soft and so was his voice when he said, "I gave thee mine before thou didst request it: And yet I would it were to give again."

Gabriel frowned; clearly misunderstanding what was said and asked with a pained voice, "Wouldst thou withdraw it?" he paused and wet his lips then said, "For what purpose, love?"

Castiel huffed once more with a small sad smile, "But to be frank, and give it thee again." He sighed softly and held Gabriel's face with one hand, then he said in a soft intimate voice, "And yet I wish but for the thing I have: My bounty is as boundless as the sea, my love as deep; the more I give to thee, the more I have, for both are infinite."

Gabriel winked at his cousin, signaling the end of their little performance, making the younger man laugh loudly. The crowd was silent for a while until one man from the crowd broke it by clapping his hands loudly. The crowd followed the example and started clapping loudly as well. Castiel blushed lightly and he and his cousin bowed before they went back down from the stage. He knew he will be introduced during the climax of the party.

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When the two men finished their little performance, Dean was more than just impressed; he was downright speechless. When he realized that the performance was over and no one has reacted yet, he clapped his hands loudly, making the rest of the crowd follow his example.

After that performance, he wanted to meet Lucifer Novak's only son.

As said in the story, it wasn't delivered the same way most of us knew how (like a poem being delivered or whatsoever). It was delivered in a more or less casual way. Here's a video clip of the movie that inspired me on how the lines were delivered...

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(Well, you know what you'll replace. :D)

I just uploaded that video because I couldn't find it on youtube and this chapter is actually a re-post because I had a different link in the other one. Anyway, this isn't really a Balcony Scene because they were in the Science Lab. But, oh well. They still delivered it well. :D Oh, and I encourage you to really watch the movie because it's really good (in my opinion and a few other people) and the two boys have amazing chemistry. :)