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“Hey, where did you come from? Don’t be afraid.” Castiel squats in front of the bush, reaching his hand out to the tiny creature. A small, probably only a few weeks old black kitten, with only one white mark on its chest crawls out from under the branches towards the boy’s hand.  A wet and tiny pink nose gingerly touches and sniffs the hand. No one knows what the kitten finds so delightful but it emits an excited meow and rubs its head against Castiel’s  palm.

“Aaw, you are so adorable,” Castiel laughs and picks up the kitten. “Do you want to be my friend?”

The kitten meows its agreement.

“Very well.  We will be the best friends from now on,” Castiel assures the feline.  “Let’s go home.  Mommy will be happy to see you too. Do you have a name?”

Castiel keeps babbling merrily, hugging the kitten while walking fast to his small but cozy hut to share his excitement and introduce the new friend to his mother.  As to the kitten, it simply keeps purring loud and nibbling at the boy’s earlobe.

Seems like two lonesome souls have found each other, when they needed it the most.

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“Mommy!”

Mildred instantly knows that something good has happened to her child when she hears Castiel’s happy voice.

“Yes, darling? What happ...” She stops in the doorway when she sees her son and their new family member.  “Oh...”

“I found him in bushes when I was feeding fish.” Castiel runs inside the hut and rushes to the corner to grab a jug of milk and a plate.  “He can stay with us, can’t he? Please mommy, he wants to be my friend. He told me so.” The boy stops his fussing and stares at his mother pleadingly.

“Of course he can.” Mildred smiles, looking at the black kitten sitting on her son’s shoulder. She can see the small but obvious aura the tiny feline radiates.  “Congratulations, darling. You have found your familiar.”

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Castiel feels his small heart beat rapidly against his rib-cage. He does not understand why these children are looking at him with looks full of loathing and such anger that could melt a stone.

“Get the freak!” Alastair shouts and sprints forward, leading the small group of screaming boys.

Castiel’s fear only worsens and for a moment he simply falls into silent stupor, looking at the quickly approaching children with terror in his wide open eyes.

Before he moves Alastair’s fist hits him in the nose, sending him flying on to the ground.  The boy thuds in the dust with a startled shout of pain, clutching his mother’s gift to his chest.  Blood starts dripping from his broken nose, mixed with tears.

“Why did you come here? Everybody hates you and your mother. We do not want you near us!” Alastair shouts at him while other boys are kicking and spitting at the fallen child.

“We did not do anything bad,” Castiel wails, tring to protect his head from another kick.  “I just wanted to play.”

“Well, guess what? We don’t play with freaks!” Alastair laughs loud and menacingly. “Isn’t that so, boys?”

“Yes! We hate freaks like you!” the children scream in morbid joy, bouncing around Castiel like hyenas ready to attack a wounded lion.

“Oh, what is that you are holding?” Alastair stops suddenly, squinting at the sobbing boy. “Eew, what is that ugly thing?” he grabs the toy, snatching it out of Castiel’s hands.

“No!” Castiel shrieks. “Please give it back! It’s my birthday gift.”

“Aaw, how sweet!” Alastair smirks. “Birthday gift you say? And you want it back?”

Castiel gulps, and nods miserably.

“Please give it back to me.”

“Of course.” Alastair’s grin grows wider and it sends chills down Castiel’s spine. The toy hits the ground with a loud sound and Alastair’s foot stomps it a few times.  

“NO!!!” Castiel’s scream does not have any effect on his tormentors, as they keep laughing and taunting him.

“Heh, look at this crybaby!”

“Go cry to your mommy!”

“What a freak!”

Castiel grabs his horse, that is missing one front leg, right ear and half of its tail. His sobs resume as he holds the toy to his chest.

“Get the hell out of here before I change my mind and break more than your nose and your ugly toy!” Alastair bends down and hisses into Castiel’s face, spitting venom and hatred with every word.

Castiel jumps up and begins to run. His ears ring and heart tries to jump out of his chest but he does not stop. He knows he must keep running if he wants to live!  He stumbles and almost falls a few times but he does not care. He pays no attention  even when stones thrown by those hellspawns hit him in the back. The tears of reject are far bitter than those of physical pain.

With a blurred vision, bloody face and broken toy in his hands the little boy keeps running with all his might towards his only shelter.

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Hey Destiel shippers 😍  

Who wants to read my witch!Castiel and warrior Dean fic? 

I just posted chapter 5. And it has a baby Cas in it!!!  ❤ ❤ ❤

Read it HERE

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Dean cannot breathe as there is a burning pain in his throat and lungs.  Every time he coughs he spits blood.  Numerous wounds and cuts cover his body and they are all bleeding nonstop. His broken shield and shattered sword lie near and they’re  not of any use anymore.

So this is how it all ends? Dying alone, away from his family.  He still does not know what has happened to Sam or his father and probably will never find out.

There is a slight movement to his right and Dean has to squint to see through the darkness.  

“Who’s here?” Dean croaks. His fingers try to reach the broken sword, but he’s too weak.

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are you writing any fics currently?

Yep! A multi chapter destiel fic with a warrior Dean and witch Cas.

And you should totally go and read THE FIC 

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Get ready for feels!!!! Chapter 5 of The Mists Of Aquae Sextiae is coming up in 3 hrs!!!

If the last chapter and all the Dean feels didn’t kill ya, maybe this one will with its Cas’ feels *evil cackling*

Go read it and enjoy. And stay tuned for the new chapter that’s coming up shortly.

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It’s so hard to find historical Destiel fics which I enjoy reading. Like where Dean or Cas is a warrior, or  of a royal family, with lots of action and battles and no wonder I am reading my own story  Under The Falling Skies.   

If you like historical destiel and have not read it, go on, give it a try and tell me what you think of it! 

Wanna know more about it? Here’s the summary.

Summary:

"So, Dean." The king clears his throat, looking at the barbarian who's eating a chicken's leg and scratching his belly with a contented face. "To end this conflict, I am offering you one of my daughters in marriage, so we can become allies and good friends. Choose whichever you want." The king gestures to his three daughters, all maidens of rare beauty.

Dean belches loudly and pats his belly, causing loud laughter among his warriors. He takes a good look at the princesses, shifting his gaze from one to the other.

"I appreciate your offer, King Uldred, and I will accept it. Though I don't want any of your daughters," he says with a broad grin.

The king frowns. "I don't understand."

"I want him." Dean points at the young prince with his gnawed chicken's leg. "I'll have Castiel."