Destiel One-Shots (BoyxBoy)

28: Castiel's Dragon P2

This is the second part of Castiel's Dragon, which is also pretty long. It'll focus mostly on Castiel and his brothers, but there'll be a really short Destiel moment at the end.

(Fluff)

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"Sleepy head..." A voice sweetly said. "Wake up..."

Castiel shuffled, groaning against the silk sheets. He'd forgotten how comfortable his own bed was.

"WAKE UP!"

Castiel shrieked as cold water soaked him entirely, freezing him to the bone. Clutching his shivering arms, he looked up at his older brother, unable to hold back a grin even though he was thoroughly soaked.

"Balthazar!" He shouted, giving him a tight embrace.

"Agh—damn, that's cold!" Balthazar said, but wrapped his arms around his sibling anyways.

His elder had fairly maintained, sandy-blonde hair and cornflower blue eyes. His fair skin was darkening from his travels and a stubbly beard was growing on his chin. He was well over Castiel's age, as he was nearing his 25th year. Because of his prolonged time in England, where he first traveled, an English accent seemed to be permanently embedded into his tongue.

Balthazar was supposed to be the next up for the throne after the eldest two heirs died in the wars, but he was a free soul, and had run away from the castle to explore the world years before. Castiel would only see his brother perhaps once a month, if luck was on his side. And when he did come, he'd tell tales of kings and queens beyond Europe's lands. Like the tales of India's mystique or Japan's regal empire, and Castiel and his younger brother were always eager to listen.

"Where have you been?" Castiel cheerily asked.

Balthazar smirked, pushing the boy away and wiping his wet arms on the sheets. "Africa, little brother."

Castiel stood up, ignoring the sounds of water dripping down onto the extravagant carpets. "What is it like in Africa?" He asked.

Balthazar chuckled, kicking the empty bucket. "All sorts of wild, Cassy. The natives have so many different languages, cultures, techniques. And the wildlife; almost all creatures have not been tamed by men."

"Whoa," Castiel breathed. "Was it really amazing? Did you bring anything from there?"

"It was fantastic," he smiled, then frowned, "but..."

"You didn't bring anything?" Castiel asked.

Then Balthazar popped out two wooden figures, smiling again. "I was just making a jest, Cassy. Here."

Castiel wiped his dripping hands onto the dry sheets and then grabbed the figures softly. They were each the size of his palm, made of what looked like hand-carved wood and paint.

One was painted yellow-orange with misshaped brown spots all over its fur. It had a long neck, and at the top of its head, it had stubby horns and ears. The other figure was painted gray, and shorter and with a thicker body than the other. It had huge ears and an elongated trunk, with two long, white curved horns on either side of it.

"This one...it's an elephant, yes?" Castiel asked, trying to recall the names of animals in his history lessons.

Balthazar nodded, standing the elephant upright on the younger's palm. "Yea. They're humongous, the size of buildings. They always move in herds for safety, and when they run, you can hear the sound of their stomping from miles and miles away."