So, this chapter's a little short. Sorry! But I just think the story would go better if the chapters were separated like this. So yeah, I'll always try to update once every other day, or once a day. Nothing's changed much, so don't expect any complications in the story!
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The ground shook under the hooves of horses as the brothers charged recklessly through the forest. Of course, neither knew where they where they were headed, although they could hear the fading cries of the royal guards.
"Think we lost them?" Sam yelled above the sounds that rushed by them.
"Dunno, just keep riding!" Dean hollered back. "There has to be an end to this goddamn forest!"
Just as the words left his mouth, they burst into a clearing. The trees surrounded this glade in an almost perfect circle, although that was not the reason as to why the brothers were gaping.
"The hell is that?" Dean blurted, his eyes looking up towards the sky.
A tall gray tower loomed over them, giving off an intimidating aura. It certainly didn't look friendly, with green vines wrapping around its base and a dark blue pointed roof, threatening to impale any unfortunate bird that flew over it. The pots of flowers that hung over the windows seemed quaint enough, though.
"Are we gonna climb it?" Asked Dean, taking note that the sun was beginning to set. It was common knowledge among the brothers that once it got dark, it would really be unwise to be wandering around a forest.
Just then, they heard the faint shouts of the royal guard. Sam looked over his shoulder at Dean and gave his brother a shrug.
"Does it look like we have a choice?"
"What about the horses, huh?" Dean gestured toward his precious black stallion. Sam rolled his eyes. His brother tended to have an unhealthy obsession with Impala, his black steed.
"Just tie them up nearby, it's not like Impala likes to run off anyway." He said in what he hoped to be in a reassuring voice.
"Damn right, I was the one who trained him in the first place." Dean replied with a hint of pride. "And if they take my baby away, we'll just smash through their kingdom till we get him back."
He climbed off his horse and grabbed a burlap sack that was tied to the saddle, slinging it over his shoulder. Sam quickly followed suit.
Once the horses were tied to nearby trees, the brothers drew two knives from each of their sacks and scaled the tower, digging their knives into cracks in the stone in order to hoist themselves up.
The climb was quick and easy, and in no time, the brothers had managed to reach the nearest windowsill and clamber through. They spilled onto the floor of the mysterious tower, with Dean landing ungracefully onto Sam.
"Geddoff me." Sam grunted, pushing his brother off. They stood back up on their feet, dusting off any dirt from their clothes as they examined their surroundings. The room was normal enough, definitely better than the inns they had been staying in for more than half of their lives.
"You think we lost 'em?" Dean asked as he looked back out the window. Outside the tower was pretty peaceful, save for the distant shouts of soldiers. Sam shrugged.
"The sun's setting, I guess they'll have to give up on the hunt sooner or later." He said. Just then, Sam heard a loud thump, and the next thing he knew, his brother was plummeting to the ground. Standing above him was a dark-haired man holding a heavy book, his blue eyes shooting up with meet with Sam's. Sam had barely been able to register a confused protest before he was hit with the book and blackness began to swim around his vision.
Castiel stooped over his unconscious victims. The first one was a shorthaired male with a clean-shaven face, although Castiel couldn't see most of it since the man had face-planted the ground. The second one was slightly taller and had longer hair.
Not wanting to frighten his mother with two knocked out strangers in the tower, Castiel quickly decided to hide the two men. He started out with the shorthaired one first, lifting him up and slinging his arm over Castiel's shoulder. He dragged the passed out male through the room, pausing every now and then to catch his breath. It's not like this man was feather-light. As he made his way up the stairs, Castiel finally reached his room, kicking the doors open and carefully placing the man onto the floor.
When he finally had a chance to see the stranger's face, Castiel stiffened. As he examined the man's features, he felt a wave of curiosity and something new wash over him, making Castiel lean ever so slightly downward to brush his fingers along the man's jaw line. The touch was light and brief, but Castiel could feel the strange feeling intensify.
Shaking himself back into reality, Castiel stood up and briskly walked out of the room and down the stairs, reaching the taller man and heaving him upwards. With much difficulty, Castiel lugged the man into his room, setting him on the floor next to the other. Castiel hastily shuffled over and removed the burlap sacks from the two men, then proceeded to exit the room, lock it, and toss the two sacks onto the kitchen counter.
He sat down on a nearby chair, letting out an exhausted huff. He wearily looked up to his bedroom door, half-expecting one of the men to burst out. Castiel's mother always told him that he wouldn't be able to handle himself outside. He couldn't help but feel a glimmer of triumph. Well, he had just single-handedly managed to take out two rather sturdy looking men, wasn't that proof enough that he was ready to step into the world?
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Sorry if the last part seemed a bit confusing. It's pretty hard to refer to Sam and Dean as 'that man' for five paragraphs, so tell me if that part needs editing... Yeah. So as usual, reviews are very much appreciated, and thanks, you guys, for your nice reviews!