Wrong Royalty

Chapter 2

(Cas' POV)

Dean picked me up around five in his beloved car he had told me about. He was dressed in a collared shirt and slacks. He looked so handsome dressed like that. Cleaned up and classic.

We went to a nice restaurant, one of the only 'fancy' places around here, I am told by Dean.

We talk about families. He explaining how he lost his mother at a young age in a house fire. His father became a drunkard after that, and Dean raised his younger brother Sam.

I told him about as much as I could tell without giving away the whole 'being royal' thing. We spoke of my father who passed, and how I took over his position as 'manager'. I told him about my mother who unlike my father was not very loving and rather judgmental. And last but not least my brother Gabriel.

I love him dearly, but he is really good a trying to die young. When I tell Dean this he laughs and waits for me to continue.

We flirt back and forth while eating dinner. I am quite taken by him, I must admit.

We walk out the restaurant and stroll down the street of downtown Lawrence. I wrap my arm around Dean's waist, and he leans in to my side.

We walk past a statue that I stop and admire. Dean notices and begins to tell me what it represents.

It's a statue of two figure one male and the other female. The male bows down to the female. The only oddity of the statue is the faces of the figures.

The male has a blank face, while the female has a smirk across her face.

"The statue", he starts, "is of the Hunter. He is a legend around here. Said to have happened way back before the town of Lawrence was even founded."

"As the story goes, the Hunter was a bad man. Did wrong by a lot of people. He always got away with everything and the Hunter always got his way."

"He tried to bring a woman down but little did he know that this woman was known as the Huntress. A beautiful warrior. She herself managed to beat the Hunter at his own game."

Dean paused. Castiel glanced up at him. "Well, then what occurred?"

Dean who was a few inches taller than Castiel, looked at him, then smiled. "Well...they fell in love and founded the town of Lawrence and lived happily ever after." Dean deadpanned.

"Really?" Asked Cas.

"Nah, she killed him. The town had this statue built to remind those that do wrong will be punished." Dean smirked.

Cas just laughed. "Well that was certainly a dramatic ending."

"Of course, but it's a story everyone should now." Dean smirked then his face fell a little bit. "Everybody will have to face their wrong-doings at some point...", he looked back at me then smiled again," hopefully not today at least.''

I chuckled. "I suppose so Dean."

Dean grasped my hand and we began walking back to my hotel room.

As we got closer I started to get closer to Dean, I turned my head and looked up at him, he was just a few inches taller than I.

"Dean, this, as you know, is my last night here. I have really enjoyed my time with you and it will pain me to leave you...." I paused and looked into his eyes," I don't know when I will be able to see you again, if ever. Would you consider spending the night with me?"

Dean smirked at me. There was a glimmer of mischief in his eyes. "I'd be honored to help your trip end with a bang...or at least us banging."

I grabbed him from behind his neck and pulled him down to me. Our lips met and we kissed. He ran his tongue across the seam of my lips and I opened my mouth for him, allowing his tongue to explore my mouth.

We parted to allow ourselves to catch our breath. Dean rested his forehead on mine, "I think we should head back to your hotel now Cas, unless you want to go at it in public...which I'm not above" Dean chuckled showing me that smirking grin he always has.

"I think the hotel room will suffice." I smile and grab his hand leading him with me.

We made our way hurriedly back to the room. I know it was irresponsible but just one night of fun couldn't do any damage right.

(3rd person)

If only Cas and Dean had seen the paparazzi taking pictures of them from across the street.

But just one night of fun couldn't do any damage... Right?