Red String - ABO Au - Destiel and Michifer

Chapter 37

There was silence for a few moments, the canopy created by Castiel's midnight feathers.
Dean opened his eyes and was met with the glowing blue of the Alpha's, it was absolutely stunning.
"Cas I-"

"No need Dean." Castiel kept his hand on Dean's cheek and wiped his thumb over a tear that slipped down the other man's cheek "You don't need to say anything at all." The Alpha spoke softly and his eyes watered a little.

This felt right for the both of them, there scents tangled in eachother in an odd combination of vanilla and old books, leather and ocean rain.
The warmth coming off the two of them and filling the little cocoon, the feathers seemed to ripple like the night sky's reflection on the ocean below.

"No Cas I just-" Dean stopped again, he wanted to spill his heart to the angel but couldn't. He was going to be married soon. If he could change this he would, but was so much more than both parties simply drawing up an alliance on paper. It needed blood and marriage, the only way that Eve had claimed she would recognize the alliance.

Castiel shook his head and his wings pulled Dean, just a little, closer.
"You worry to much." The angel tilted his head and neither of them spoke those words that silently flowed between them with each warm breath.

Dean bit his lip and looked at his hands, resting on the Alpha's chest, the steady and strong heart beat under his fingertips like a drum. It called to him and he couldn't run to it.
Still Dean remained quiet and dared not break this spell they were under, faintly the Omega Prince could hear the gentleness of the waves kissing the sand, but that was all.
It was a romantic trance that Dean never wanted to wake from.
"I dread that I must wake up from this spell. I cannot stand to go back to how everything was, the marriage, my-my ki-kidnapping and a life not in your arms." Dean sucked in a harsh breath "I cannot and do not want to live another day without your wings around me and your heartbeat under my hand, I do not want to wake up next to anyone else, I just... I cannot stay in this little dream with you any longer. For I know if I do I will think of nothing else for the remainder of my days."

"Than I shall take you back to your room." Castiel whispered and Dean could nearly feel the shattering of the other Prince's heart under his hand.
"Come now." Castiel whispered as his wings moved from Dean and flapped slightly before settling behind his back. The Prince lifted the slightly taller Omega to his feet and smiled sadly "I can fly you up to your room, or I can walk with you."

Dean shook his head as he stood still chest to chest with Castiel. He needed to move, but he didn't want  to move at all.
The Winchester simply shook his head and bit his lip
"No Cas. Let me go back alone. I read if you take me to my room I would never allow you to leave, I cannot tempt myself further with something I shall never have." Dean sucked in another harsh breath as he spoke softly. He felt his heart breaking as he said it and he saw Cas shattering. It hurt them both but they couldn't be together, there was way to many political issues involved.

Castiel took a step backwards, his hands falling to hold Dean's hands, but at arm length.
"I understand." He spoke simply and finally a tear slipped down the Alpha's face his wings seemed to drop a little, the ends resting in the cool sand

"I'm sorry." Dean whispered as he watched Castiel's fingers slip from his hands "I'm so sorry."

"Don't Dean." Castiel whispered as he stepped forward, he pushed himself up a little and gently kissed Dean's cheek
"Good night my Prince." Castiel kissed the back of Dean's hand with a bow before taking off up into the sky and out of sight against the black of midnight.

Dean watched until Castiel was out of sight, the Omega's chest lurched with a painful stabbing and he felt nauseous. His head pounded and he could only hear his heart breaking, the sound of the waves was lost upon his ears as he forced his legs to move and take him towards the entrance of the castle and go back to his room. To his big lonely room, to his big lonely bed, to sleep alone wrapped in cold blankets.
Dean lifted his chin, set his jaw and tried to act nonchalant as he headed back to his room in silence. The guards said nothing to him, one tried to speak but Dean shot the short young Beta a glare.

Claire was standing gaurd outside of Dean's door. The small blonde Earth Human opened her mouth to say something but stopped, snapping her jaw shut. The only indication of the pressing questions in her mind was the subtle twitch of her nose as she obviously had observed Castiel's scent mingled with his own coming off of him.
She opened the door for him and allowed him to enter his chambers.

Dean of course simply pulled his robes a little closer, inhaling the wonderful intoxicating scents of his and Castiel's, mingled together as if they were made for eachother as Alpha and Omega, like Truemates, soulmates, something!
But alas that was all make belief, it simply was not real.
It was only fairytales.
Dean laid in bed with an ache in his heart and a longing in his gut, as if he had just discovered that missing piece to his life, and that missing piece was ripped from his soul in an instant.
Dean laid there with Castiel's blood stained trench coat in his arms, nose buried in the collar as the Human faught back his emotions and forced them into a bottle.

He wasn't ever going to have Castiel and he needed to accept that.