Chapter 2

The King

Iowa, January 18th, 2012

It was still early, the sky was a deep pink in color and the clouds still black and gloomy. Dean was up, he couldn't sleep. He sat out front of the motel room, gun tucked behind his back, and beer in his hand. He did this a lot at night, Sam didn't know. He just sat there and though, thought about everything that has happened. It helped him, a little. What helped him the most was praying. Not to God, no never to him, he never answered, but to Castiel. He always answered.
"Hello, Dean," the angel's voice was deep, raspy, but soothing to Dean. Castiel stood next to him, looking out into the vast sky full of clouds and rays of the morning sun peeking over the treetops.
"Cass," Dean smiled up at him. They caught each others eyes for a while and held the gaze. Neither of them would admit it but they were each others best friends. They kept each other safe and no matter how much crap they have both been through together they would still risk their lives for the other. They were almost more than friends, brothers even.
"There's been some talk, about Chuck Shurley,". Dean look surprised.
"Chuck? Profit Chuck? I haven't heard about him since you exploded," Dean shivered, he was convinced he had lost him that day. It pained him to even think of that.
"Yes well, there has been a vision, a new prophecy," Cass looked distant, sad even. "From what I've heard it's about you and Sam, in London. That's all I know, but it will happen, soon,"
"Thats all you know? Damn it Cass, Chuck could write books about what happened to us and all you know is we're in London? What aren't you telling me Cass?" Dean stood, looking eye to eye with the angel.
"Crowley, he has something planned. Nothing like before. Bigger. This isn't good Dean,"
"We'll be fine Cass, we always are,"

TARDIS

The TARDIS had park itself in the sky right above a northern lights show. The air was still and cold against the time travelers skin. Rose sat, feet dangling over the side of the open doors clinging to the Doctors side. Together they sat, a blanket wrapped around the two of them in silence. They didn't do this often. Their normal day was filled with running and aliens, but today was for them, not the rest of the world. The lights below them shones in vivid purples and greens, shimmering and flowing into royal blues and light pinks. Rose couldn't take her eyes off it. Almost two years running with the Doctor and she still could not comprehend the beauty of the universe. Neither could the Doctor. He gazed down at his human, completely astounded by her own beauty. She was the most beautiful thing in the universe to him.
"Pretty ain't it, Doctor?" Rose huddled in closer to his body, wrapping her arms around his body. His hearts beat faster than before, she could hear it. This moment is perfect, the Doctor thought. Nothing else mattered right then, just the soft touches of their bodies and the cool breeze on their faces.
"Rose," he whispered as he slipped his arm around her waist.
"Yah?" she looked up slowly. His voice was soft, loving. The way you would talk to your soul mate. Rose could only hope. The Doctor never could have feelings like that toward me, she told herself. Those words didn't help ease the yearning for him as much as she would have liked.
He rested his hand on her flushed cheek, feeling the heat conjure beneath the skin.
"You're," he drew in a breath unsure of what to say. "You're fantastic," he whispered before he pressed his lips to her forehead. Her heart sank a bit. Yes, fantastic, always fantastic never more. He hated himself for saying that, he has faced Dalek and Cybermen. Saved planets and defeated races, but he could never admit what he was feeling for Rose.

The night went on, they sat in comfortable silence watching the flowing colors in the sky. The TARDIS had kicked on some soft music after they had stopped talking. The Doctor knew what was going on. The TARDIS was trying to set a mood for him. Even she knew the Doctor should tell Rose. He hummed the tune softly into Roses hair, twirling his fingers around in circle on her skin. Despite the cold she was burning hot, her cheeks flushed a deep crimson. Tell her, just say it before you lose her. He took a deep breath, looking out into the stars above them. Now is the time, it's perfect.

"Rose?" He whispered, his voice cracking due to his nerves. He cleared his throat.
"Yah?" She looked up quickly, her eyes wide and sparkling.
"I...I," he thought for a second. "Rose, I" bloody hell, he thought. Slowly his hands moved up around her warm cheeks turning her lips closer to his. His heart beat faster, his eyes watered and stomach felt cold with fear of rejection. Rose could barely breath, her heart stopped and mind clouded with pictures of the Doctor. This is happening, actually happening, she screamed in her head. Her fingers laced between his and she began to shut her eyes leaning in closer. He could feel her sweet breath on his lips, just moments away from his. You love her, he repeated in his mind. He pulled her in more ready for their lips to meet-
"Hello, love birds," The time travels gasped, opening their eyes seeing only their lips to be almost together. "No don't let me stop you, I won't peek," the voice mocked. The Doctor stood quickly pulling Rose up and shielding her behind him. A man stood in the middle of the room, arms crossed and eyebrows cocked up with a grin. He wore an all black suit that looked eerie and powerful against his stark white skin.
"Who are you?" the Doctor barked, stepping closer to the man.
"You don't know me? Over 900 hundred years old and you don't know me," he snapped his fingers and the TARDIS doors shut. The Doctor pulled out his sonic ready to scan him only for it to fly from his hands across the room. "I'm more powerful than you," he taunted, taking causal steps closer, hands held behind his back. Again he snapped his fingers and he disappeared. "Now, you're going to listen to me," the Doctor spun on his heels and behind him were Rose stood was the man, hand around Rose's mouth, pinning her against him.
"Let go of her," he growled. "Who are you," he asked again, this time louder and filled with anger.
"Crowley, King of Hell,"

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