Your Majesty

Chapter 7

The next day was a fairly normal one around the castle. Dean slept in as late as Carla would let him, which wasn't very long. While being next in line for the throne has its perks, it has just as many drawbacks. When he was woken up around 8, he quickly got dressed and headed to the kitchens. He knew Cas had saved him his own portion of whatever breakfast was made, and he was starving. 

Cas was at his usual station when Dean walked in. He was prepping for lunch, even though it wasn't for another three hours. Not only was there the royal family to feed, but also the castle staff. It took a lot longer to cook for everyone now than it used to. A few years back, Dean had told Cas to make sure everyone got 3 or 4 decent meals a day, as well as snacks if it was needed. 

Dean leaned against a nearby counter as Cas handed him a plate full of warm food. He ate quick, talking through mouthfuls even though he knew Cas hated it.

"Last night was amazing. I took her out by that lake I showed you a few years ago, and we just talked. You have no idea how nice it is to talk to someone and not worry about someone overhearing or gossip going around the castle." His speech was muffled by the eggs he was shoveling into his mouth.

"Dean, you know I hate it when you talk with your mouth full. It's not very gentlemanly of you. And slow down, you're going to choke if you eat any faster. With your coronation in a month, I'd rather not have your parents behead me because you died on my watch. Besides, Your brother is only 14, your father can't handle another 4 years as king." Dean shot him a glare, but did as he said.

"Oh shush. Sam would never let them behead you, he thinks of you as a friend. Anyway, I'm eating fast because I have to help Sam. Jessica's family left last night, so now it's just him working on my coronation. I'm sure he and Jessica got as much done as they could, but sometimes you just need a little help from someone with experience." Cas smiled, thinking of how Sam and Jessica had asked his opinion on how to decorate just last night.

"They were actually doing quite well. They were working on decor yesterday, and have most of the seating arranged. They've left the cake to me, and I'll talk to Chef and run some designs by you tomorrow or Tuesday. " Dean smiled gratefully. Having finished his breakfast, he set his plate down, thanked Cas, and headed to his office. Sam was waiting outside, a stack of papers and sketches in his arms. He smiled at Dean and happily followed him into his office.

"Good morning. How was yesterday? I heard some things from Cas, but Jessica and I were rather busy planning. I think you'll be pleased with what we have so far. But before we start, I need to hear every detail of last night. Unless it's gross. In that case, please spare me." Dean laughed, dragging his chair next to his brother. He complied, and told Sam everything he wanted to hear.

About an hour later they were revising the seating chart Sam had drawn up, when there was a knock at the door. Dean yelled for whoever it was to come in, and their mother entered. They smiled at her, and moved over to give her room at the table.

"Hello boys. How is planning going?" She smiled at them, giving Dean an asking look before pulling the plans for decorations over to her.

"Things are going pretty well, Sammy really has a talent for planning these things. Most of this seating chart he designed himself. Of course, I looked it over and made a few minor tweaks, but it's pretty good so far." He turned just slightly, winked at Sam, and pulled out a seating chart that his mother would approve of. Until at least the day before the coronation, the real seating plans had to stay between the planners and those who set it up. If his parents heard they were planning on mixing the nobility and the common folk, his mother would never let Sam help plan another royal event for as long as she lived.

"Yes, this does look great, and the decorations should look fantastic when they go up. I trust you've given Castiel and Chef control of the cake?" Dean nodded in response.