Reclaim Your Crown... Part One
Pairing: Royal Guard!Dean x Crown Prince!Castiel
Warnings: death, war, and sad cas
A/N: I’m trying something new, and I got really inspired by a couple of songs so here we go... hope you enjoy!
Dean dismounted his horse as he approached the castle, it was within walking distance now and he wanted to take his time getting back. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to return, he enjoyed his work as a palace guard. But there was nothing quite like walking through the woods alone. The sound of birdsong filtering through the trees. And the wind rustling through your hair. As part of the princes personal guard Dean didn’t get as many opportunities to go strolling through the forests as he’d like.
His horse Wendigo, shook his head and huffed a breath when Dean grabbed the reins to lead him. Wendigo was of a wild spirit, loyal to Dean and only Dean. Many who met him swore he was a creature turned horse, not meant to be tamed. They say there’s something wild and strange in his eyes. But Dean saw only his horse, his most trusted ally and friend. And he knew Wendigo would never fail him.
A squirrel ran across the path in front of them, another followed closely behind and the corner of Deans mouth lifted up in amusement watching them chase each other through the trees.
It wasn’t long before the city gates rose up before them, and in an even shorter amount of time Dean wound his way through the city streets and into the castle stables. He combed, fed, and watered his horse before making his way into the barracks with plans to bathe and feed himself before going to his prince and delivering the news the messenger had brought from the war front.
It pained Dean greatly to not be on the front, fighting alongside his brothers. But his first duty was to the prince, and the prince had ordered he remain here. His reasoning being that if their army was to fail then Dean would be of better use here… to protect as many of the citizens as possible. Dean wasn’t a soldier. He was a warrior, yes. And a damn good one. But he was no soldier. And that was why Dean had been placed immediately into the princes personal guard instead of doing his fair time in the war camps.
Once Dean had changed into fresh clothes he went to the princes chambers expecting to find him there shuffling through reports or with his nose in a book. When Dean didn’t find him there he searched the castle, first the kitchens, then the training grounds and everything in between. Just as Dean was beginning to grow worried he found the prince in the gardens admiring a honey bee resting on a lavender sprout.
The prince was focused intently on the bee, a small smile toying at his lips. Dean watched him for a moment taking a moment to look the prince over. For the first time in months the prince look peaceful. The war and not being able to fight with his kingdom had taken its toll. But for the moment he wasn’t weighed down by any of it, like a weight had been lifted off. Dean's eyes shone with a love he could never speak of or acknowledge. “My prince,” he finally said with a tilt of his head.
At once the princes attention snapped to his guard, and that weight settled back over him like it had once again found its home. He was tired, and his blue eyes shown with grief and regret. “I’ve told you to stop calling me that—“
“My liege, then,” Dean teased with a quirk of his mouth and a small bow that had the prince shaking his head; amused. He held out the letter he had retrieved this morning from a messenger sent from the front. “This is for you. Your monthly report from the front, I believe. And this,” he reached into his coat to retrieve a smaller envelope, “is from your father.”
The prince winced as he took the letter from his father turning it over slowly in his hands, the king only ever wrote to deliver bad news. And he wasn’t sure he was ready to hear it.
Dean offered a tight smile. “I’m sure it’s nothing, Cas,” he said even though he didn’t believe it himself. The last letter was to tell Castiel that his brother, Gabriel, had died. And his body had arrived shortly after. The prince had laid him to rest with no one but Dean at his side. Dean hadn’t known how to help him through his grief, but he stayed by him always ready to offer a kind word, a joke, or a bit of strength if his prince was to ever need it.
Castiel shook his head. “We both know it’s not anything good,” he said softly. With a sigh he tore the letter the letter open. It was better to face the news now with Dean by his side then later alone his chambers. His eyes scanned the page, once… twice… and his heart sank. Dean was to be sent on a mission that would most likely result in his death… and he was to go alone...
“What is Cas?” Dean asked, worry lacing his tone. Castiel's face had lost all colour and Deans mind had begun to race with possibilities. They had lost. Their enemies were marching this way. The kingdom had fallen—
“You’re to be sent to infiltrate the fortress of Edowathe and kill the royal family…”
A/N: Thank you so much for reading!! And if you’d like to be added to the taglist for future parts let me know!
