Unwanted Kingdom

Chapter Two

The panic of what he had done only increased by the time Castiel crawled back in through his bedroom window, the fairy safely tucked into his pocket. Where was he even supposed to keep this thing? If he were to keep it where he kept the rest of his marketplace findings, it would surely die. With every moment that passed, this was seeming to be the worst decision he ever made. No wonder he hasn't been deemed fit for his crown yet.

"If Michael finds out about you," Castiel began frantically, placing the fairy on the edge of his bed before pacing back and forth the width of the room, "he will kill you."

The small, broken fairy looked up at him from the end of his bed with worry in his eyes. It was easy to see that horrible things had happened to him and now, here was Castiel, telling him that he was more than likely going to die at the hands of his uncle.

"I will keep you safe," Castiel promised, though even he was not sure of the truth in his words.

He wanted to protect him, not just from Michael, but from the evils in the world. It was probably Michael's fault that the poor thing was injured. With all the changes to the Kingdom that Michael had made, people had resulted to desperate measures for survival. Castiel did not know a lot about fairies but he did know they were rare and magical creatures.

When he was young, Castiel's mother, used to tell him stories about the fairies. They helped with the prosperity of the land. Honestly, Castiel never really believed they were real. But here he was, trying to figure out how to keep one hidden in the palace from his uncle.

"What do I call you?" Castiel turned to look at the tiny man. "Are you able to communicate with me?"

The fairy looked up at Castiel and shook his head no. But then he held his head up a little higher and shook his head yes. There was a way for them to communicate with each other.

"How?" Castiel could not help the excitement. Having a fairy was one thing but being able to talk to him would be quite satisfying. "Can you talk?"

The fairy shook his head no but then patted the bed beside him. He then moved himself to lie down and closed his eyes, mimicking being asleep.

"You can talk in your sleep?" Castiel questioned. That seemed like a funny trick.

The fairy made the motions of what Castiel assumed was a sigh and shook his head no. He brought himself to his feet and pointed at Castiel. It took him a few moments but he soon realized that the fairy meant him. He could talk to Castiel if he was asleep. Made more sense that way but also scared him more than he would have expected it to.

Castiel did not know the depth of power that fairies held. Could this tiny broken creature kill him in his sleep? Castiel had purchased him at a market, almost treating him like an exchange of property, even though that was never his intention. In fact, he still wasn't sure why he had done it in the first place. Curiosity, maybe? Or was it something more. Whatever it was that drew him to the fairy felt a lot stronger than simple curiosity.

"So, I go to sleep and you talk to me?" Castiel wasn't sure how that was going to help them.

The fairy nodded eagerly. He seemed to have more faith in this plan than Castiel did but he also knew what he could do. Like, kill Castiel in his sleep. He could probably do that.

Castiel watched the fairy shake his head no. No? No, he wasn't going to kill him in his sleep? Was that reassuring? Strangely, yes. Castiel wasn't sure what it was but he had a lot of trust in this small creature.

"I have to go eat supper," Castiel informed the fairy. He was still trying to work through this situation. Maybe some time away from it would clear his head. "I will bring you back some food."