Castiel x Reader: Not What You Loved (DISCONTINUED)

Chapter One

You leaned against the marble countertop, crossing your arms as you watched the hotdogs you had put in the oven bake to deliciousness. Your demon servants were standing by the doorway, after you refused to let them help you with cooking this meal for yourself. Usually you would let them cook for you, but today you simply felt like cooking something for once.

"Are you sure you want to-"

"Shhhhhhhhhhhh..." You shushed the one who dared speak up, and he silenced immediately. You assumed the hot dogs would take another few minutes, so you settled for watching them intently, watching them turn into a beautiful hot dog colour. Your focus was broken, however, by a demon suddenly barging into the kitchen.

Your eyes flared up and your head snapped to the demon that had entered.

"Why are you here?" You spat, and he bowed quickly, relieving you of your anger.

"You have a visitor, she says she comes with urgent news," He said. You nodded and wiped your hands on your apron, taking it off. You turned to the servants that were standing by the kitchen doorway.

"Watch them," You said ominously, then quickly perking up and pushed your way through them.

You quickly changed your clothes into something more suitable for visitor. You sat in your office, making this "urgent visitor" wait several minutes. It was something you loved to do, as it was quite amusing. With a slight smirk on your face, you ordered one of your servants to bring your visitor in.

Your smirk was immediately wiped clean off your face at the sight of a familiar pair of piercing blue eyes. You shook your head however, because the eyes belonged to a boy, another person who looked nothing like Castiel. Well, almost nothing like Castiel...

"Hello," You greeted the young boy, who could only have been around fifteen or sixteen. He smiled politely, and you nearly fell off your chair. That smile...

"Hello," He said, then exclaimed loudly, "Oh! Sorry!" He then proceeded to bow, but you waved him up.

"U-um, no need for that, really. Why are you here?" You asked, motioning for him to sit in one of your chairs. He gladly accepted, settling into the velvet seat.

As he spoke, he looked around the office in awe, absolutely amazed. "I was sent here," He said. You raised an eyebrow. "To give you a warning. A very important one that you need to take seriously. It has to do with your kingdom and your reign."

"Go on," You prompted. There was a familiar seriousness in this boy's eyes, a fire that you knew would take a whole lot of force to put out.

"There's a secret organisation. One that plans to overthrow your reign. They're called Seditio." You looked at the boy skeptically, apprehensive about him and whether this was a joke or not.

"And who are you?" You questioned, watching as he got increasingly nervous with each passing moment of silence.

"I-I should go, that's all I had to say," He stammered quietly, suddenly getting up and heading for the open door. You forced it closed and looked at him from your seat. He slowly turned to face you once more, fear flashing through his eyes. You looked at him with a dangerous look, eyes silently warning him not to take a step further.

"Let me repeat myself. Who. Are. You?" You restated, this time with unwavering certainty. The boy audibly gulped, and you knew you had him. He pulled at his collar, a bead of sweat dripping from his forehead.

"Well? Spit it out!" You barked, papers and a glass of whiskey flying off your desk. He jumped, seeming to realise that there was no way out of this.

"I... I'm your son."