AN: Hey guys! Don't be so happy yet that I posted early. I have major exams coming up this week and I won't be able to write this week or next week (maybe my other fic, I'll continue). So you guys will have to wait for three weeks at most. So, the reason I decided to do finish this is so that it will be here in time for Friday, since my other story is far from being done. I have an announcement at the end, about our SPN boys. :D
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The More You Hate, the More You Love
Realization...
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When they arrived back to the palace, Dean was relieved that Gabriel and Sam have decided to go to the town plaza. That will save him some more time to take care of Castiel's injury and to prepare himself for Gabriel's possible outburst once he finds out what Dean had done to his baby brother.
He can see it clearly in his head, how Gabriel would be so mad at him, telling him how irresponsible and immature he was for doing that to Castiel. He can imagine how Sam, Mary and John would look at him with disappointed eyes. He can imagine them saying the same things that Gabriel would; only, their voices were calmer. But the most painful part, the one thing he doesn't want to see, the most painful thing he can imagine would happen, would be the fear, hurt and distrust he would see in Castiel's eyes. He still wasn't that certain why, but he just can't stomach that sight. After seeing those frightened and hurt blue eyes, he can't get it out of his head. It felt like a knife was driven right into his chest, straight to his heart when Castiel looked at him with those eyes.
Dean carried the younger man to his room after he told the servants to heat the bath and prepare a robe and some towels. The younger man was still asleep, cradled in Dean's arms, sound like an infant. He looked down at Castiel and saw how peaceful his face looked and he couldn't help the smile that escaped him. As if he felt Dean smiling at him, Castiel snuggled closer to the crook of Dean's neck where his face was buried, tightened his grip around Dean's neck before loosening it, hummed softly then sighed contently with a small, soft smile. Castiel's actions made Dean's smile widen; teeth showing. The younger prince simply looked beautiful.
When Dean realized he was staring at Castiel, he flushed red and averted his gaze as he got closer to his room. He opened the door using the hand beneath Castiel's bare legs. When he entered, he closed the door behind him gently using his foot. He then walked towards his bed to lay Castiel down gently. When he was sure the younger prince was comfortable enough, he sat down beside him and started running his fingers through the younger man's hair, massaging his scalp in the process. Castiel hummed softly, sighed contently and curled up, seeking the warmth of Dean's body. But even through unconsciousness, the pain was felt, making him whimper involuntarily and shift to a more comfortable position. Dean was slightly surprised when the younger prince moved closer to him but was delighted, nonetheless. Once again, he smiled softly down at the younger prince and kept on running his fingers through his hair.
Dean has been combing Castiel's hair with his fingers for a while now. He was contented to just sit there and watch the younger man sleep. This turn of events was a lot of shock to him but when he really thought about it, maybe not. They have been arguing like a normal couple would or two people who have been unaware of the feelings inside them. Yes, he can stay there and watch the younger prince even until the end of forever. He was smiling softly at the younger prince on his bed until a timid knock and a soft, shy voice got his attention. "Your highness, the bath is ready." Dean smiled at the young, female servant and bowed his head slightly in thanks. The young girl lowered his head and slowly and quietly made her way out of the room.
Once the servant has shut the door behind her, Dean moved his attention back to Castiel. He didn't want to wake the younger prince because he looked so peaceful. But he knew Castiel needed a warm bath because the lake that day was colder than it usually was. He was afraid that the younger prince might actually fall ill.
"Cas?" Dean whispered as he cupped the younger man's face; his thumb rubbing back and forth on his cheek. The nickname started as a way to tease the younger prince. But right at that moment, as he held Castiel's face in one hand, it felt like a term of endearment rather than a way to annoy the younger prince.
Castiel simply hummed and leaned into Dean's touch; and Dean just had to smile at that. He tried once more, saying Castiel's name a little louder. When Castiel started to stir, he pulled his hand away, afraid of the reaction he might get from Castiel.
Castiel's eyes started to flutter open, eyes blinking slowly and gently as it adjusted to the light in the room. Castiel's blue eyes landed on Dean's green ones. For a while, they simply stared at each other. It was Castiel who tore his gaze away first, feeling slightly flustered at their staring contest. Dean's lips twitched to hide a smirk.
"Come on. You have to take a bath to make sure you won't catch a cold." Dean said with a smile that made Castiel's heart beat faster in his chest. He stared with slightly wide eyes at the older prince. He decided that he really liked Dean's smile. He hopes he would see it more often.
When Dean, raised an eyebrow and looked at him with amusement in his eyes, did his brain process what the older prince said, making him blush, bite his lower lip and avert his gaze. Dean's smile turned into a full on grin. But when Castiel tried to sit up and whimper due to the pain on his ankle, the smile quickly faded. "Are you alright?" Dean asked worriedly as he placed a gentle hand on Castiel's shoulder. Castiel felt a slight shiver run down his spine when Dean touched him, making him flush even more. "I'll carry you to the bath, okay?" Dean said slowly in which Castiel returned with a jerky nod.
Dean let his hand slide from the younger man's shoulder, making Castiel miss the warmth of Dean's hand. He stood up and gently scooped Castiel, the same way he carried him out of the water, down from his horse and to his room. And just like before, Castiel wrapped his arms around Dean instinctively. Dean looked down at Castiel at the exact same time Castiel looked up to see his face. They both quickly averted their gazes and Dean started walking to the bathroom with Castiel in his arms.
The bathroom was only three doors from Dean's room. When they entered, the robe and the towels Dean asked for were there. Dean walked towards the bath and gently lowered Castiel on the edge, so that he could take his clothes off and get inside on his own. Dean suddenly blushed when he remembered that the only article of clothing that Castiel was wearing was his shirt; which was too big for the younger man. He coughed awkwardly and said—without looking at Castiel, "I'll be outside if you need me." He then dashed out of the room and quietly shut the door behind him. Castiel was left a little flustered but took a bath nonetheless.
He removed the shirt Dean lend him, and, instead of putting it with all the other dirty clothes, he hid it somewhere and decided that he'll take it with him afterwards. Why he did that is something he didn't really know. All he knew was that Dean's smell was still lingering on the shirt and he wanted to keep it. Hopefully Dean wouldn't notice that he has a missing shirt. After he has hidden the shirt, he slowly lowered himself on the warm water. His ankle was doing better due to the fact that it was submerged in warm water. It was filled with bubbles that smelled like lavender. He felt the calmness surround him and he just had to smile. He washed his hair and his body carefully and thoroughly. When he was almost done, a sudden thought occurred to him; he wished Dean was there to bathe with him. When the thought occurred, his face flushed red and he submerged his head in the water. He held his breath under it and surfaced with a loud gasp. He wiped his face free of soap and rinsed his body. When he was done, he slowly lifted himself up, putting his weight on his right foot, and sat on the edge of the bath. He dried himself quickly took a robe that was neatly folded by the bath and put it on. It was longer and slightly bigger than the shirt Dean gave him. When he remembered the shirt, he took the robe off to put the shirt on then put the robe on top. Hopefully Dean wouldn't notice that he was still wearing his shirt. He then dried his hair as well with one of the towels in the room. When he was done, he stood up and tried to walk but failed. He still couldn't put any strain on his left ankle.
"Dean?" he called slightly hoarsely. Dean was in the room in an instant when he heard Castiel's voice. The younger prince was worrying his bottom lip with his teeth, slightly embarrassed that he needed help. He played with robe that covered his body, unintentionally raising the end of it, showing the hem of the shirt underneath. Dean saw his shirt underneath the robe and vaguely wondered if Castiel did take a bath. But with the way Castiel look, he did bathe himself. Dean wondered why the younger prince was still wearing his shirt but decided not to voice it out. He still didn't know why, but he liked seeing the younger prince in his clothes. "Dean? Can you, uh, will you please help me?" Castiel asked timidly, breaking Dean out of his trance. The older prince simply nodded and went to the younger prince and scooped him up; the same way he carried him to the bathroom.
Castiel was a little taken aback when Dean picked him up. He thought Dean would simply assist him to his own room. He didn't expect the older prince to carry him that way once more. He stared with wide, shocked eyes at the older prince, but wrapped his arms around his neck nonetheless.
Dean's proximity was making his stomach tumble and his heart beat faster. It was a very pleasant feeling that he didn't want to name yet. He just wanted to embrace that feeling. Unconsciously, he snuggled closer to the older prince, making the older prince's lips twitch to hide a smirk.
Dean brought Castiel back to his room. He laid the younger prince on the bed gently then went to his wardrobe to get some change of clothes for the younger prince. After rummaging through his wardrobe, he finally found some clothes that would look fine on Castiel's lean form. He walked back to the bed and handed the clothes to the younger prince. Castiel simply stared at the offered clothes with a tilt of his head and a light frown. When he didn't take it, Dean said, "Wear these for the meantime. I'll wrap your ankle with a cloth after you've changed, then I'll take you back to your room so that you could wear your own clothes." He didn't know why he didn't just take the younger prince to his own room neither did he know the reason he offered his clothes. He supposed it was simply because he liked seeing Castiel in his clothes.
Castiel accepted the clothes with a muttered thank you and a shy smile. The younger prince didn't even look at Dean as he took the offered clothes, feeling embarrassment creep up on him as he blushed. He realized that he really, really liked wearing Dean's clothes; it was loose and comfortable around his lean form and it has Dean's smell clinging to it.
He waited for Dean to leave so that he could change. But when he still felt Dean's presence, he looked up and saw that the older prince was staring with a hint of fondness in his eyes. He was smiling as well as he watched Castiel, making the younger prince tilt his head to one side and furrow his brows very lightly. When Dean realized that Castiel has caught him staring, he quickly averted his gaze and cleared his throat. "I'll just, uh… Call me when you're done changing so that I can take care of your injury. I'll be, uh…" he cleared his throat once more before he continued, "I'll be outside." He made a hundred eighty degree turn then walked out of the room, gently closing the door behind him. He leaned back on the closed door and released a breath he didn't know he was holding.
Inside the room, Castiel flopped down on the bed and sighed; part dreamily, part slightly frustrated. There was something in Dean that really gets him bothered. He liked the way Dean's green eyes sparkle the same way an actual jade would. He liked the way Dean smiles, as if he pours every emotion he felt into that smile. He liked the way Dean's freckles dusted his almost tan skin, making him look more beautiful. He liked Dean's warmth surrounding him and the way his hands, every part of him, felt on his skin. Dean's touches always leave a tingly feeling on his skin, making him crave the older prince even more. And that was when he finally realized the unknown emotion; love. He never thought it would be possible for him to actually love Dean, since they had a mutual dislike. The only thing he hoped for was that Dean would actually return those feelings.
After his realization, he sighed in frustration and gently sat up to change his clothes. He slipped the robe past his shoulders and let fall onto the mattress. He then started to remove Dean's other shirt underneath—making him fully naked—and quickly hid it, afraid that Dean would see that shirt. Once he has hidden the shirt, he took the one given to him and wore it. He then reached for the pants. He was successful at putting on the right one but was having a hard time on the left one. He sighed in frustration and looked at the door. He was debating whether he should call Dean or not. After a while, he decided that he should ask for help. "Dean?" he called out and Dean was instantly inside, carrying a long cloth and some ointment in one hand; for Castiel's injury.
When the older prince saw the helpless look on Castiel's face, he smiled softly at the younger prince and walked towards him. He knew in an instant why Castiel called him. He put the cloth and ointment aside then sat down on the bed beside the younger prince. He took the left pant leg and compressed it, making the distance from the hole for the foot to pass through, to the hole for the waist closer. Ever so gently, he grasped Castiel's leg from underneath, making the younger prince's breath hitch, then slowly and gently slid it through the hole. He supported the younger prince's leg as he did so then gently put it down. "Can you lift your hips?" he asked the younger prince. Castiel, with strong arms and support from his uninjured leg, lifted himself up. Dean slid the pants all the way up to the younger man's waist, making Castiel bite his lower lip and blush when Dean's fingers brushed against his thigh. Dean was careful not to expose more parts of Castiel. He doesn't want to disrespect the younger prince after what happened in the lake.
Castiel lowered himself once more and tried to feel for the button and the zipper of the pants to close it. The pants were still a little loose on his waist but it did fine on his hips. Hopefully it wouldn't fall off.
Dean took the ointment he put aside and applied it on Castiel's injured ankle, making the younger prince hiss when the cool ointment touched his skin. Dean mumbled a soft apology and continued applying the ointment on the younger prince's ankle. When he was satisfied, he put it aside and took the cloth to start wrapping it on Castiel's ankle. He was able to study the injury while the younger prince was asleep and found out that it wasn't very serious at all. It will heal fully in about a week or a little more so, as if there wasn't an injury at all. When he was through, he looked up to meet Castiel's gaze. He reached one hand and cupped Castiel's face and started rubbing soothing circles on his cheek with his thumb. His eyes were very apologetic as he said, "I'm sorry." once more in a quiet voice then let his hand drop.
For a moment there, Castiel thought that Dean would kiss him. When he saw the older prince's apologetic eyes and heard his words, he must admit that he was slightly disappointed and simply nodded to hide it. He tore his gaze away from Dean and started worrying his lower lip; something that has become a habit of his when he was nervous or disappointed. This time, the reason for that habit was the latter.
When Sam and Gabriel arrived later that day, and Gabriel saw that his brother was injured, saying that he was angry was an awful understatement. He was furious that Dean crossed that line. He was also furious that Dean used him to trick Castiel. But he shut up immediately when his brother defended Dean. He didn't see that coming from Castiel and simply shut his mouth. But that doesn't mean he didn't glare at Dean for the rest of the day.
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Two weeks and four days has passed since the incident and it was now time for Sam and Gabriel's wedding. The couple and the parents were very busy the past week. King Michael and Queen Anna—Castiel and Gabriel's parents—arrived the week before, leaving their kingdom in their eldest's—Lucifer—capable hands. Said prince, along with his wife Rachelle and their two year old son Balthazar, will arrive in time for his brother's wedding. In that span of time, Dean and Castiel slowly became friends; joking and fooling around and such. And, at that the same span of time, Castiel was falling even more in love with Dean.
The time for the ceremony has arrived; both Gabriel and Sam were dressed in the finest clothes there was. Even Castiel was dressed beautifully; the shirt hugged his figure beautifully as the dark shade of blue emphasized his eyes, the pants were fitting snugly on him, showing his strengthening legs and thighs. Even his boots and the scarf around his neck made him look even more beautiful. All Dean could do was stare at the younger man with wide eyes and his mouth hanging open. And that was also the time that he admitted to himself that yes, he is in love with Castiel.
The ceremony didn't last that long. The couple said their vows and exchanged rings. There was a feast in the castle and the two princes—Dean and Castiel—who were now partners in crime, snuck out of the feast that was happening in favor of some silence and alone time together. They went to the lake where the incident happened almost three weeks ago. It has become their special place when they simply wanted to relax.
"Finally! Some peace and quiet!" Dean grunted as they both sat down under the tree beside the lake. They could stay in the cabin a few meters away from them but they wanted to watch the sky.
"Exactly." Castiel agreed with a soft sigh and a nod. He then smiled when he remembered something and looked at the older prince. "Have I told you that I did the exact same thing on Lucifer's wedding?" he asked with a hint of mischief.
The older prince turned his head to look at his companion and gave him a raised brow as he said, "Really?"
Castiel nodded gleefully and looked back at the sky; Dean kept his gaze on the younger prince. "I was getting tired of all the mingling during his wedding and I snuck out. I rode Angel to the forest and got back to the palace past supper. Every soldier was sent out to look for me and dad was so furious." He said with a light chuckle then looked back at Dean. "Mom on the other hand was just relieved I was alive and Gabriel almost strangled me. They didn't tell Lucifer I was missing because they knew he would drop everything and look for me."
Dean chuckled at Castiel's admission and said, "You really are stubborn prince, aren't you?" he stated with a smile in which Castiel responded by sticking his tongue out. Dean just had to snort and shake his head at that. "Angel's your horse, right?"
"Yes." Castiel replied with a nod then looked back at the sky. "Mom gave her to me when I was born. She was named Angel because she's being given to an angel. She always tells me that I'm her special little angel." He said with a fond smile as he recalled Anna telling him that he was a beautiful angel.
"My mom used to tell me angels are watching over me." Dean murmured with a soft smile as he stared blankly at the ground, recalling the way Mary would tuck him at night and tell him that the angels are watching over him.
The older prince felt eyes on him and he looked up to see the younger prince with a soft smile on his face. He smiled back and made Castiel blush and avert his gaze.
They sat there in a comfortable silence for quite a while; Castiel staring at the blue sky while Dean simply stared at him, memorizing his features and appreciating it. He was now more than a hundred percent sure that he has fallen in love with the younger prince beside him. He couldn't deny the way he felt for Castiel any longer and he knew he has to do something about that. He didn't want Castiel to be forced to marry him. He wanted Castiel's love.
"You are aware of how beautiful your eyes are, right?" Dean asked out of the blue as he watched the way the younger prince stared at the sky with a beautiful smile. Because, it seemed that, now that he was trying to really see who Castiel was, he started to see everything beautiful about him.
Castiel looked back at him with a shy smile and a faint blush. The younger man bit his lower lip as he looked away shyly, making Dean feel tempted to kiss him. The younger man was flattered by the compliment but felt conscious as well. He does get a lot of compliments—especially his eyes—but never this out of the blue as if it was a love confession. "Thank you." he said in a quiet voice as his eyes stared directly on the ground. His teeth continued to nibble on his lower lip while his cheeks were puffing out lightly as he tried to stop smiling goofily.
Dean wet his lips as his heart started to beat erratically in his chest. He leaned closer towards the younger prince and spoke in a soft, low voice that it was barely a whisper. "Hey Cas." The younger prince turned his head to look at him and was a little startled at their proximity. Castiel can feel Dean's breath against his mouth and licked his own lips involuntarily. Dean followed the movement before he stared back at Castiel's blue eyes and said, "Can I kiss you?" He glanced back down on Castiel's lips and met his eyes once more, waiting for the younger prince's rejection or approval.
Castiel swallowed thickly and flickered his gaze to Dean's lips. He has been desiring to touch those lips with his own, dying to know how they would feel against his and how they would taste. He used to wonder if Dean's lips would be as soft as they looked and if they would taste sweet, like nothing he has ever tasted before.
As a response, he leaned closer towards the older prince, his eyes were drooping slowly and so were Dean's. A few more centimeters and they would be kissing already. He leaned closer and both their eyes fluttered close. At that very moment, Dean and Castiel had their very first kiss.
IMPORTANT AUTHOR'S NOTE:
This is our chance to show THE ELLEN SHOW how bad we want the cast of SUPERNATURAL on her show. So on Friday 13th we will go to FACEBOOK & TWITTER and post/tweet nonstop on her page! I know we don't have a lot of LIKES on our page but if WE spread the word we can do this! Look how fast "WHMCD" turned into "We Love Misha Collins Day"! We the FANS have a lot of POWER! LET'S DO THIS!
HOPEFULLY we can get them on the show just in time to kick off SEASON 8!
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