Your Majesty

Chapter 1

It was 6 years later, and Dean was turning 18. Most kids were happy about their 18th birthday. It meant freedom, and no more threat of your parents deciding your life for you. But Dean couldn't be more anxious if he was getting executed tomorrow. He was royalty. But not just royalty; he was next in line for the throne to his kingdom, Eroredith. And according to his parents, he needed an heir, which unfortunately meant he needed to find a suitor and settle down as soon as possible. 

Dean was down in the kitchen, where he could often be found recently. And, just like always, he was ranting to his best friend, Castiel.

"Like Sammy isn't enough. I know he's only 14, but give him a little time. He's already got all the girls swooning for him. I think he already has his eyes set on one, I've seen him walking around the grounds with princess Jessica, Carla told me. I don't want to get married. I don't want to rule a country. I just want to live in the woods with you and ignore everyone else. You're my best friend, Cas, we should run away together. Screw everyone else." Cas laughed, and Dean smiled, a real smile, for the first time in days. Things had been stressful lately, and he hadn't been able to see Cas with all the planning.

"Dean, you know we can't do that. Remember when we tried? They sent the dogs after us, they would've locked me away if your wonderful mother hadn't intervened." They chuckled at the memory, reflecting on how young and naive they were. But that was then. Things had changed, and Dean would take the throne soon.

"I'm serious, Cas. Maybe not about running away, but I don't want to settle down. My whole life I've been taught I'm bred for nothing but producing an heir to take the throne in my wake, and I'm sick of it." At this point he was pacing and Cas was watching him while he kneaded the dough for the dinner bread. "I'm done with them bossing me around. My father will be retired by the time I turn 20, and I'll be king. 2 years, and then everything is going my way. I just wish that would happen sooner." Cas paused and wiped his hands on his apron as he walked over to Dean. He grabbed his shoulders, grounding him to reality.

"Dean, look. It's okay. You've got girls swooning as soon as they look at you. I'm sure once you meet the right one, the rest will be the fun part." Dean sighed and placed a hand over Cas's. 

"Everyone keeps saying that. I'm just worried that the right one isn't out there. Maybe I've already passed her up. Or maybe she's just some commoner and it'll be too late by the time I meet her. I'm scared. I don't want to be stuck with someone I don't love for the rest of my life." Cas could see it in Dean's eyes, he really was scared. And through the 6 years he had known him, Dean rarely got scared. The only other time he had seen the prince like this, truly scared, was when his little brother got sick. 

"Dean, I promise you, whoever your true love is, she's in that line. Probably just as stubborn as you are. Blonde, no, brunette, with the prettiest laugh you ever heard. Her eyes will be deep, like the most gorgeous sunrise you've ever seen. And you'll fall for her, head over heels. I swear to you. You will find her." Dean smiled and hugged Cas, grateful. 

"Thank you, Cas. If there's one person who can always set me straight, its you." He pulled back and glanced down at himself, happy to see that he hadn't ruined his outfit. "Are you planning on attending the party tonight? Whole kingdom is invited, I had Carla set aside an outfit for you. She made it herself, I believe she would be sorely disappointed if she didn't get to see her handiwork displayed to the public." They shared a look before Cas answered.

"Yes, I will attend. I'd rather not have Carla on my back, she's scarier than Chef." They were interrupted by a maid bowing.

"Your highness, your parents wish to see you in your father's office. And they recommend Castiel get in his attire and pass his current task to someone else, dinner begins in 90 minutes." Dean thanked her, and said goodbye to Cas before heading to see his parents. No doubt he was in for another lecture, and he wanted to get it over with. He walked into the room, straightening his already perfect posture.