So here we go, a fic that I came up with in my English assessment :) Castiel is an only child and his father isn't around anymore but his mother rules their kingdom. Soooo yeh, reviews are cool, just saying. Hope you like it! Cas is human but Dean will call him his angel at some points so that stays in there. It's also set in like the time with kingdoms and knights and shit so yehhhh Anyway I'm babbling like a babbling brook so yeh I'll be quiet now. The next chapter will be a lot longer then this one :/

Prince Castiel stared around his throne room. The big windows and strong pillars then faded into the marble stone work, the big wooden doors, the thrones, the silence, the emptiness and the loneliness that filled Castiel with longing. He didn't even have a friend to confide in, instead he has fake followers who are pushed into his company because of the colours of his blood. Castiel sighed and attempted to use the silence to read his book but his eyes would keep drifting off and glancing towards the sun that was streaming through the windows.

Nope, he just couldn't take this anymore, he had to do something before he goes mad. Throwing his book on to the floor and storming towards the doors, flinging open the doors and stepping out he looked around for any signs of life.

"Dean!" Castiel shouted, wondering where his manservant had gotten to. Before he knew it he heard footsteps pounding down the stone hallway skidding to a stop in front of Castiel, was the very man who took his breath away. Dean had always been attractive but Castiel knew that he couldn't do anything about it considering his status and Dean's. But that didn't stop his dream being full on bright green eyes, soft cupid lips and his strong, tanned chest. Dean had obviously been working in the gardens because his freckles were showing from the hot mid-day sun and Castiel couldn't help but watch a bead of sweat slowly move down his long neck and fall into the white shirt that stuck to Dean's chest so tight it left nothing to the imagination.

"Yes your majesty?" Dean enquired, trying to flatten down his light brown hair. "I would like to join you in whatever you are doing" stated Castiel, suddenly nervous that Dean would not want him to join him.

"Oh, well I'm just doing some gardening. We could do something else?" Dean asked but Castiel shook his head.

"No I would like to join you with the gardening" Castiel began walking down the hallway leaving a confused Dean in his wake.

Castiel now realised his mistake, he is with this and no matter what Dean told him he would always find a way to mess it up. How was he supposed to know that these yellows follows weren't weeds or whatever. It didn't, however, help that Dean had taken off his shirt and his damn muscular chest was distracting Castiel from where he was stabbing his shovel. Castiel is also longed to take off his shirt, sweat was causing into to stick to him in the most uncomfortable way. Castiel wouldn't say that he is ashamed of his body but around Dean Castiel couldn't help but become a blushing girl. No he couldn't do this with his stupid shirt. Flinging down his shovel he noticed Dean glance up at him, Castiel smirked as he realized that he might as well get Dean as distracted as well. Slowly pulled off his shirt, ruffling his hands through his hair Castiel stretched up watching as Dean licked his lips at the sight his bare chest. Smiling Castiel through a wink his way and got back to work.

Dean couldn't help letting his eyes wander over the king, the lean body, those hip bones that Dean just wanted to run his tongue over. Jesus this was torture!
Dean had always found the prince attractive but he knew his place and he knew nothing would come of it but one look of those bright blue eyes and Dean would do anything for him. Dean enjoyed the princes company, he was one of those people who didn't need to fill the silence with useless chatter the whole time and that was something that Dean liked in a person.

"We should do this again sometime" Cas smiled at him and Dean couldn't help but warm to the idea of spending more time with the attractive prince.

It went from there and before they knew Castiel and Dean were spending all their time together. Castiel would help Dean with his work and then they would spend time doing what Castiel wanted, whether that was reading in the library or just talking and learning things about each other. Castiel learnt that Dean had come from a quite a wealthy background but after his mother died his father spent all the money on alcohol and soon they were bankrupt and nowhere to go. Castiel also heard about Dean's brother, Sammy, who he was very proud of as he had married a Dukes daughter, Jess. Castiel soon began to realise there was a lot more to Dean then just the blinding good looks, he was also funny, kind and fiercely protective. He even gave Castiel a nickname, which sent shivers done his spine every time he said Cas. It was then, smiling at a joke that Dean was telling, that Cas realized he was falling for this man, no, that he had already fallen for this brave, attractive, loving man before him.

Dean learnt that Cas is scared shitless about becoming king to a whole kingdom and expecting to lead of him. That he is worried that his mother would never be happy and blamed him for why father had left. Dean had held Cas close when he told him in the dead of night, not even letting him believe for one second that it was his fault. That was the moment, hold Cas against his chest, that Dean realized that he loved this kind, funny, sarcastic man with the bright blue eyes.

But neither could say anything, neither could do anything but live with the idle touches that they sent each other, the sweet nothing that were said between each other in the dead of night when tiredness was creeping through their minds.