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

Chapter Thirty-Seven - A Bloody Dance

Fergus Crowley, now ruler over both the kingdom's of Hell and of Lawrence, overlord of the demons and all around good guy sat on his throne smiling to himself. His mother was now in the underworld as Hades' prisoner wife and he had a son of his own who he would bring up 10 times better than she ever could. Overall he was very pleased with himself.

There was still one minor detail that got on his nerves.

It was small.

Tiny even.

But it grated on him more than even a big problem could.

And this tiny problem had blue eyes and sharp teeth that could cut open his throat if he chose.

Castiel was nowhere to be found but he knew he would come. Crowley had his son and his mate for gods sake, but the only problem was, Crowley didn't like surprises. He was preparing for Castiels visit and the longer the annoying little omega took to arrive, the more agitated Crowley became. He was a nervous wreck which was never a good quality in a king.

He had thought that the young alpha boy whom he would call son would cheer him up but the boy just moped about the castle and sat staring out of windows for days on end. He had had enough.

"What's wrong with you boy?" Crowley snapped one day which made the boy who was sat by the fireplace jump slightly and turn towards him. He had a large book in his lap which be slapped shut and stood up, clutching it to his chest. The volume was one Crowley knew too well and he clenched his teeth before grabbed the book out of the boys hands.

The Infinite Guide to Curses and Spells

"What are you doing with this boy?"

"I-i... nothing. I was just looking." Lycan replied with a stutter and looked down at his feet.

"Do you think I cursed you?"

"Of course not uncle. You would never do that."

"Good. Then there is no need for this silly old book." With a toss of his hand be threw the book into the fire at smiled at the little prince. "I have thousands upon thousands of books that you are welcome to read."

"I'm okay uncle. The omega left plenty of books in his old library which I am quite content with." Lycan replied almost shyly and Crowley grumbled and shrugged.

"Suit yourself." He said before walking off.

Maybe not everything was going exactly how he had planned but there was always time to work on that after the omega was dead.

***

A celebration. For Lycans 15th birthday and the all of the lords and ladies of the kingdom were invited.

Everyone looked like they were having the best time ever, all expect of course Lycan who looked as grim faced as always in any situation. Crowley had decided to get his father out of his cells for the night and the surprise of this was coming soon. Maybe that would put a smile on the little brats face.

Lycan sat beside Crowley on his own throne and looked down upon the festivities with a serious look. Crowley noticed a few guards come in and he nodded to them before they turned around and opened the doors to lead in Dean Winchester in chains.

Crowley stood up and the lords and ladies hushed silent in shock, looking at the man they used to call king.

"Welcome Dean Winchester, are you not going to wish your son a happy birthday?" Crowley asked, looking down at Lycan whose mouth had fallen open in shock as he looked at his father with wide eyes.