Arranged Marriage || destiel (alpha!dean &a omega!cas)

Chapter Seventeen - King of Hell

It was going relatively well. Castiel for the most part seemed more at ease with the idea of starting out slow. However he was quite worried about Deans next rut or his own next heat. He knew that neither of them would be able to control themselves and after it they would feel like crap again.

Castiel knew he was going to have to get over it and realise that this was it for him. But as much as Dean could make him feel pleasure and security like no one else ever could, he couldn't help but think that something else was missing. Castiel just couldn't put his finger on what it was.

Meanwhile, in the Deep South of the whole country, an alpha king was ranting and raging. He had only just recently heard the news of the marriage between Dean Winchester and Castiel Novak.

"That bloody family!" He shouted and raced like a madman. "They had promised that omega to me!"

"Your majesty, what do you wish to do about this betrayal?" One of the kings henchmen said, bowing low. The king sucked his teeth in annoyance before shaking his head.

"Set up the armies." He orders and the henchmen's eyes go wide.

"But your maj-"

"DID I STUTTER?! DO IT!"

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Dean and John were whispering in hushed voices in the study when Castiel walked in. They stopped talking instantly as soon as he walked in and he looked between them suspiciously.

"What's going on?" Castiel asked and john shook his head and stood up.

"Nothing to concern yourself with, lad." John says gruffly and Castiel folds his arms over his chest and pouts his lips slightly, staring at them both.

"If I'm going to be king of this country along with Dean, don't you think I deserve to know what is going on within the kingdom?"

Dean and John looked down at their feet as if they were getting told off by one of their parents and scuffed their shoes on the ground.

"Okay, I suppose you're right. Well, there is an army on its way. We don't know why it's coming here but they seem to be coming for Lawrence."

"An army?" Castiel asks, frowning worriedly. "Whose army?"

"The kings name is Crowley-" John began but Castiel cut him off.

"Crowley?"

"Yes... By the way you said that, i'm assuming you have heard of him?" John asks and Dean looks up at Castiel expectantly who frowns and nods his head.

"Yes, I have heard of him. He was one of the kings that I got promised to when I was born. Grandmother and Grandfather made the arrangements but when mother and father found out they took me and the rest of our family and moved us here."

Dean and John look at each other and Dean groans before slapping his forehead.

"Well, that would be the reason why he is marching on us. He probably thinks that we made an agreement with the Novaks under his nose as a sign of us raging war on him. He always has been flighty." Dean says and shakes his head, tutting slightly. "What should we do, father?"

"Well, I can suggest one thing." Castiel replies in a bland voice and both royals look at him expectantly, waiting for his idea.

"What is it?"

"How about next time you tell me the problem straight away so we can come up with the answer to it quicker. I know i'm young but I know things, i've had training and lessons. But if you people keep treating me like some kind of child that does not know one thing about the world, than you will get no help from me."