Ice of Oblivion Chapter 1B
Title: Ice of Oblivion Chapter 1B/?
Author: zoomzoomzoomzoo
Fandom/Genre: SPN AU Romance, Drama, Action
Pairing (s): Dean/Castiel
Rating: T
Word Count: ~82,000
Warnings: Underage, Mild Sexual Situation, Violence
Summary: AU. In a time of great tragedy in the lands of Mamot, the human race and the angel race are forced to form an unbreakable union that will bind them together for twenty seven lifetimes in order to stop the uprising of the demon race. In bargain they offer Castiel, one of the most powerful angels in the entire world to marry Dean Winchester, the young crown prince of the human world. The typically detached Castiel winds up falling in love with the Prince. The only problem is his brothers don’t expect Dean to live through the war. Will Castiel stay and support the man he loves despite the heartbreak that might accompany his passing or will he fall back in line with his brothers, becoming numb to all human emotions once more?
Chapter 1B
Dean looked down the wall and saw the castle vines. His mom always told him not to play on the vines no matter how many times he begged her; she said they weren’t sturdy and he might fall and break his neck. He wanted to believe her, he really did. But what other choice did he have?
Dean slung Sammy over his shoulder again, gripping him tightly. He placed an idle kiss on Sammy’s elbow and then hopped on the window ledge, keeping one arm firmly gripped on the stone ledge and the other holding his brother Dean moved up slowly until his feet were out swinging to the point where he could curl them back.
He moved his feet around until he could find a vine that he could hook his foot into. When he found one, he used it as leverage to find one for his other foot and then with the use of one of his hands he balanced himself on the vines. Dean knew he was shaking or at least starting to, but he couldn’t be nervous right now. He needed to be strong.
With a sharp twist of his torso Dean was facing the wall and holding tightly onto the ledge in front of him. Dean felt a sick thrill at actually doing this; he always wanted to climb on the vines and even though it was dangerous Dean knew that looking at it like a game would make it easier. And maybe he wouldn’t be as nervous.
Dean closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. He wasn’t running for his life, he wasn’t trying to save Sammy, his parents were alive, he was playing a game, he was defying his mother and he was having fun. Sunny Afternoon, London on the ground underneath the vines yelling at him, Sammy lying on the bed in the arms of Henrietta cheering him on with his tiny smile.
“I can do this.”
Dean exhaled and started to slowly climb down the vines all while balancing his baby brother on his shoulder. One step at a time Dean shuffled down the vines, one step at a time Dean shuffled away from the opened window that still had curtains blowing inward, one step at a time Dean shuffled away from the dead bodies that now littered the castle.
Dean released a startled gasp when one of his feet slipped on a weak vine, but he caught himself with his only free hand and locked his foot in the vine. A shiver ran down his spine and he pressed himself to the wall before slowly climbing down the vines again.
“I can do this,” Dean chanted.
Without looking at down, Dean knew that he was running out of vine, even though they grew sideways and from the ground, the gardeners usually cut them at a certain point. It was pretty close to the ground, but it was high enough so that Dean may slip and fall if he lands on his feet.
Dean climbed down a little further and when his feet ran out of vine he used the wall to balance his feet while keeping his free hand clasped on the vine. If I can just make it to the last vine, Dean looked down and bit his bottom lip; he didn’t have much more to go.
A scream of fear ripped through Dean when one of his feet slipped, followed by his other one. In a mad rush to save himself and Sammy, Dean fisted the vine and held on tightly leaving him hanging a couple of feet from the ground. Dean bit his lip again, his arm throbbing from the weight of Sammy and himself. Dean tightened his hold on Sam and looked down.
“I can do it.”
Dean closed his eyes and let go of the vine, hoping that the shock of him falling won’t be too much for Sam to handle.
Dean’s landing was not graceful. As soon as his feet hit the ground, Dean lurched forward and gasped out loud when a shock of pain shot through the bottom of his feet and continued to bombard through his legs until it reached his hips. Dean coughed and fell to his knees with his hand clasped onto his throbbing hip. Now it all made sense, his mother did not want him to get hurt.
After sitting in the same spot for over a minute, Dean decided that the throb in his legs and hip was slowing down enough for him to leave. He would have liked nothing more than to stay there with Sammy until his legs felt better. But it wasn’t safe. They needed to hide.
Dean lifted one of his legs and noted that the pain was not too bad. Smiling at Sammy, Dean lifted his other one and yelped when another shock of pain ran through it. It hurt terribly; he didn’t know what to do with it. He couldn’t run on this leg.
His brother began to whimper and moan; And Dean realized with utter certainty that he had to get Sammy somewhere safe. He could barely form a rational thought when he had to apply more pressure to that leg of his; the pain was unbearable. But he pressed on, using his opposite leg to limp away
“Come on Sammy, let’s go hide.”
~*~*~
John Winchester removed his gun from his waist sheath and barreled down from his throne. Aiming it at the head of the demon that’d just killed his one of his advisors, he shot the demon with head-on accuracy. Killing it.
Screams and gun shots filled the air from all over the castle, including the great hall. But only three things were on John’s mind: Dean, Sam and Mary. His kids and his wife were out there, not in here with him. God knows how long those demons have been snaking around this castle; if they got to his kids… they were so young…
John’s heart hammered against his chest as he raced through the swarms of people and demons that flooded the great hall. Not really able to tell the difference without looking closer, John opted to just push past everyone instead of shooting people randomly.
“The hell,” John shrieked when he was yanked back by something jumping on his back. He stumbled backwards and looked behind him to see a man with black eyes glaring at him. As soon as the man’s hands wrapped around his throat, John turned his gun to the man’s head and shot. With an animalistic shriek, the demon fell from John’s shoulders to the ground.
Without making sure that it was dead, John continued on. His family was first. They’re fine, they’re fine, please god their fine.
Two more demons approached John from the side catching him off guard. He jumped back slightly, but gained his composure enough to shoot one demon in the upper arm. Unfortunately, the other jumped at John, tackling him to the ground and trying to wrestle the gun from his fingers. John bit back a scream when the demon’s nails tore at his pale skin and the other pulled on his legs to distract him.
The demons continued to tear and rip at John’s skin on his wrists and legs and John realized with a bout of grief that if the demons got to his wife and children they must have killed them in this way too. Jerking in their grips, John’s hand loosened on his gun and the demon that was clawing at his arm knocked it away. He reached for it blindly as harsh pants blew past his lips; his gun was kicked and shuffled along by the all of the frantic people in his hall.
The dainty ankles of women and the clacking shoes of men running back and forth, while the ones in the red robes flung themselves in the air rather than running on foot. John grimaced.
When the demon’s fist wrapped around his throat, John sputtered and jerked in his grasp. He knew what was happening, and like hell he was going to die like this. He tried to pry the demon’s hand off of him, but demons have always had a strength advantage over humans, so all he could do was kick his free foot and try to get himself loose.
Without warning, the head of the demon holding his throat exploded and the one holding his foot followed closely afterwards. John closed his eyes when the blood sprinkled on his face and on his already dry lips. When the demon’s grip on his neck loosened and he fell limp on John’s chest John pushed him away and stood.
“Are you alright, your majesty?” A royal guard, Lex he called himself, ran toward his king with his now bloodied gun firmly in his grip.
Another guard ran toward him, asking the same question, his gun was bloodied as well and limp in his grasp but he seemed as ready to protect his king as the other. John realized with a begrudging nod, that he needed their help if he wanted to save his family.
“Come on!”
John took off running with the guards close behind him.
When he made it out of the Great Hall and into the hallways of the castle John saw that the chaos was no less profound there. But, there was one difference, instead of the vermin stealthily attacking his staff and friends; they seemed to be retreating; only attacking if someone got in their way.
John really wanted to chase them down and shoot them until their bodies were no more than mush. But, he had more important things to attend to.
Turning back toward his guards he cocked his head toward the stairs. “You have to help me find my family.”
The two following him, and the six others who at some point fell in, nod at him with no hesitation. John sneers and continues running toward the stairs, the demons, at this point were almost all out and John and his guards promptly mowed down the ones that remained.
The stairs were less hectic, practically empty not including the litter of dead bodies and some of the grieving friends and families of said bodies.
But, John did not have time for that right now.
As soon as they made it to the top of stairs, the powerful smell of charcoal, sulfur and burning beef hit him immediately. Fire. There was a fire. And… someone was burned. Turning slowly, and seemingly painfully, back toward his guards -who seem to build up at every step he takes- and saw that he was not smelling things. They were looking at one another with deep frowns and scrunched up noses.
A group of guards ran to the king. They were bleeding from various places on their bodies, but they were whole and alive and each regarded him with regretful eyes.
At that moment John knew… he knew…
“What happened?”
The men all looked at each other before looking back at John, not one saying a word.
“Well,” John snapped. “What the hell happened?”
Still no answer was forthcoming.
John felt his temper rising and he wanted so badly to smash all of their faces in until they told him the truth; even if he did not want to hear it. “Where’s my wife? Where are my children?”
One of the men, the one in the front, was tearing up while the others simply balled up their fists and set their jaws. They were protecting him, John knew it, but he did not want to be protected now. His kingdom was attacked on the night of the Uitare, one of the holiest nights in all of Inim, and he unknowingly sat on his throne with his hands clasped in his lap listening to two stupid people try to solve their own stupid problem when it started. No, he did not need to be protected.
“As your king, I command you to tell me this instant or I will have you all hanged!” John knew his voice broke, but he didn’t care. The threat was the same and it had the same effect because the guards all looked at John with fearful eyes and the one with the tears in his eyes stepped towards John.
“Your highness, we haven’t been able to find your sons-“
John interrupted. “Neither of them.”
The man shook his head. “No, they’re both gone,” He stated. He paused for all of five seconds, but he seemed to collect himself in that time period and he was back on track. “But, your highness-“ He cleared his throat. “Your wife…”
He did not say anything more and John did not need him to. He understood.
“Take me to her.”
The man nodded and turned his back to bring John to his wife. The other’s fell in with the ones behind him, but John barely paid attention to them. His wife was all he could think of at that moment.
John felt a tremble run through him when he saw that the room they were nearing was his baby’s nursery. As they got closer, the smell of charcoal and sulfur got stronger, but new smells arouse too. Sweet but musky aromas wafted through the halls , and the smell of beef became more pronounced, but it was also mixed in with the terrible scent of burning iron. John knew what he would find in that room, but he did not stop moving.
When they stepped into the doorway, John suppressed a shocked sob. His wife was not his wife. The top layer of her skin was burned off, leaving only blood and white skin that were clumped into folded lumps. Her hair was burned off of her head, only patches of black hair remaining there and her eyes were rolled into the back of her head.
A litter of her organs hung out of her stomach and were spread on the floor, making it slippery with blood.
John approached her slowly.His hand outstretched and tears already flowing from his hazel eyes, he sat on his knees beside her shoulder and looked deep into her white eyes.
It seemed so unreal. Less than an hour ago, she was the crabby women who yelled at his subjects like they were her own children. Less than a day ago they were sharing their bed, “trying for a girl” she said. Less than a month ago they were celebrating Dean’s birthday, cuddling on Sam’s rocking chair as Dean ate cake and Sam drank milk. Less than a year ago they were welcoming their second child into their lives. And now…
She was his wife, the women who he was supposed to spend the rest of his life with. He didn’t understand how she could be the one lying on her son’s floor. Her, her, her.
It could have been anyone else but her. It should have been someone else.
But it was her.
John tore his eyes away from his wife’s body and looked at the men standing at the doorway.
He opened his mouth to speak but briefly had no voice. And for once, he did not have his strong dominating wife there to fill in for him simply because she always knew what her husband wanted to say.
“Continue the search for my children. Do not stop until they are found,” He ordered with authority.
They nodded and half scurried off while the other half stood where they were, guarding the door.
John’s eyes fell back to his wife and instead of extreme sadness taking over, John felt a crippling sense of anger and vengefulness overshadow his grief. For all of his life, Inim and Iad coexisted with tranquility and understanding. But no more! Those demons would pay for this. Not only for the life of his wife, but for his missing children and all of his subjects who have lost their lives on this night.
But John could not do it alone.
Himmel’s leaders, the Five Brothers of Engels, the most powerful beings in the entire world, five angels who had as much of a stake in this demon uprising as John did; they owed him a favor and it was about time for John to cash in: for his wife, for his son’s and for his people.
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Author: zoomzoomzoomzoo
Fandom/Genre: SPN AU Romance, Drama, Action
Pairing (s): Dean/Castiel
Rating: T
Word Count: ~82,000
Warnings: Underage, Mild Sexual Situation, Violence
Summary: AU. In a time of great tragedy in the lands of Mamot, the human race and the angel race are forced to form an unbreakable union that will bind them together for twenty seven lifetimes in order to stop the uprising of the demon race. In bargain they offer Castiel, one of the most powerful angels in the entire world to marry Dean Winchester, the young crown prince of the human world. The typically detached Castiel winds up falling in love with the Prince. The only problem is his brothers don’t expect Dean to live through the war. Will Castiel stay and support the man he loves despite the heartbreak that might accompany his passing or will he fall back in line with his brothers, becoming numb to all human emotions once more?
Chapter 1B
Dean looked down the wall and saw the castle vines. His mom always told him not to play on the vines no matter how many times he begged her; she said they weren’t sturdy and he might fall and break his neck. He wanted to believe her, he really did. But what other choice did he have?
Dean slung Sammy over his shoulder again, gripping him tightly. He placed an idle kiss on Sammy’s elbow and then hopped on the window ledge, keeping one arm firmly gripped on the stone ledge and the other holding his brother Dean moved up slowly until his feet were out swinging to the point where he could curl them back.
He moved his feet around until he could find a vine that he could hook his foot into. When he found one, he used it as leverage to find one for his other foot and then with the use of one of his hands he balanced himself on the vines. Dean knew he was shaking or at least starting to, but he couldn’t be nervous right now. He needed to be strong.
With a sharp twist of his torso Dean was facing the wall and holding tightly onto the ledge in front of him. Dean felt a sick thrill at actually doing this; he always wanted to climb on the vines and even though it was dangerous Dean knew that looking at it like a game would make it easier. And maybe he wouldn’t be as nervous.
Dean closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. He wasn’t running for his life, he wasn’t trying to save Sammy, his parents were alive, he was playing a game, he was defying his mother and he was having fun. Sunny Afternoon, London on the ground underneath the vines yelling at him, Sammy lying on the bed in the arms of Henrietta cheering him on with his tiny smile.
“I can do this.”
Dean exhaled and started to slowly climb down the vines all while balancing his baby brother on his shoulder. One step at a time Dean shuffled down the vines, one step at a time Dean shuffled away from the opened window that still had curtains blowing inward, one step at a time Dean shuffled away from the dead bodies that now littered the castle.
Dean released a startled gasp when one of his feet slipped on a weak vine, but he caught himself with his only free hand and locked his foot in the vine. A shiver ran down his spine and he pressed himself to the wall before slowly climbing down the vines again.
“I can do this,” Dean chanted.
Without looking at down, Dean knew that he was running out of vine, even though they grew sideways and from the ground, the gardeners usually cut them at a certain point. It was pretty close to the ground, but it was high enough so that Dean may slip and fall if he lands on his feet.
Dean climbed down a little further and when his feet ran out of vine he used the wall to balance his feet while keeping his free hand clasped on the vine. If I can just make it to the last vine, Dean looked down and bit his bottom lip; he didn’t have much more to go.
A scream of fear ripped through Dean when one of his feet slipped, followed by his other one. In a mad rush to save himself and Sammy, Dean fisted the vine and held on tightly leaving him hanging a couple of feet from the ground. Dean bit his lip again, his arm throbbing from the weight of Sammy and himself. Dean tightened his hold on Sam and looked down.
“I can do it.”
Dean closed his eyes and let go of the vine, hoping that the shock of him falling won’t be too much for Sam to handle.
Dean’s landing was not graceful. As soon as his feet hit the ground, Dean lurched forward and gasped out loud when a shock of pain shot through the bottom of his feet and continued to bombard through his legs until it reached his hips. Dean coughed and fell to his knees with his hand clasped onto his throbbing hip. Now it all made sense, his mother did not want him to get hurt.
After sitting in the same spot for over a minute, Dean decided that the throb in his legs and hip was slowing down enough for him to leave. He would have liked nothing more than to stay there with Sammy until his legs felt better. But it wasn’t safe. They needed to hide.
Dean lifted one of his legs and noted that the pain was not too bad. Smiling at Sammy, Dean lifted his other one and yelped when another shock of pain ran through it. It hurt terribly; he didn’t know what to do with it. He couldn’t run on this leg.
His brother began to whimper and moan; And Dean realized with utter certainty that he had to get Sammy somewhere safe. He could barely form a rational thought when he had to apply more pressure to that leg of his; the pain was unbearable. But he pressed on, using his opposite leg to limp away
“Come on Sammy, let’s go hide.”
~*~*~
John Winchester removed his gun from his waist sheath and barreled down from his throne. Aiming it at the head of the demon that’d just killed his one of his advisors, he shot the demon with head-on accuracy. Killing it.
Screams and gun shots filled the air from all over the castle, including the great hall. But only three things were on John’s mind: Dean, Sam and Mary. His kids and his wife were out there, not in here with him. God knows how long those demons have been snaking around this castle; if they got to his kids… they were so young…
John’s heart hammered against his chest as he raced through the swarms of people and demons that flooded the great hall. Not really able to tell the difference without looking closer, John opted to just push past everyone instead of shooting people randomly.
“The hell,” John shrieked when he was yanked back by something jumping on his back. He stumbled backwards and looked behind him to see a man with black eyes glaring at him. As soon as the man’s hands wrapped around his throat, John turned his gun to the man’s head and shot. With an animalistic shriek, the demon fell from John’s shoulders to the ground.
Without making sure that it was dead, John continued on. His family was first. They’re fine, they’re fine, please god their fine.
Two more demons approached John from the side catching him off guard. He jumped back slightly, but gained his composure enough to shoot one demon in the upper arm. Unfortunately, the other jumped at John, tackling him to the ground and trying to wrestle the gun from his fingers. John bit back a scream when the demon’s nails tore at his pale skin and the other pulled on his legs to distract him.
The demons continued to tear and rip at John’s skin on his wrists and legs and John realized with a bout of grief that if the demons got to his wife and children they must have killed them in this way too. Jerking in their grips, John’s hand loosened on his gun and the demon that was clawing at his arm knocked it away. He reached for it blindly as harsh pants blew past his lips; his gun was kicked and shuffled along by the all of the frantic people in his hall.
The dainty ankles of women and the clacking shoes of men running back and forth, while the ones in the red robes flung themselves in the air rather than running on foot. John grimaced.
When the demon’s fist wrapped around his throat, John sputtered and jerked in his grasp. He knew what was happening, and like hell he was going to die like this. He tried to pry the demon’s hand off of him, but demons have always had a strength advantage over humans, so all he could do was kick his free foot and try to get himself loose.
Without warning, the head of the demon holding his throat exploded and the one holding his foot followed closely afterwards. John closed his eyes when the blood sprinkled on his face and on his already dry lips. When the demon’s grip on his neck loosened and he fell limp on John’s chest John pushed him away and stood.
“Are you alright, your majesty?” A royal guard, Lex he called himself, ran toward his king with his now bloodied gun firmly in his grip.
Another guard ran toward him, asking the same question, his gun was bloodied as well and limp in his grasp but he seemed as ready to protect his king as the other. John realized with a begrudging nod, that he needed their help if he wanted to save his family.
“Come on!”
John took off running with the guards close behind him.
When he made it out of the Great Hall and into the hallways of the castle John saw that the chaos was no less profound there. But, there was one difference, instead of the vermin stealthily attacking his staff and friends; they seemed to be retreating; only attacking if someone got in their way.
John really wanted to chase them down and shoot them until their bodies were no more than mush. But, he had more important things to attend to.
Turning back toward his guards he cocked his head toward the stairs. “You have to help me find my family.”
The two following him, and the six others who at some point fell in, nod at him with no hesitation. John sneers and continues running toward the stairs, the demons, at this point were almost all out and John and his guards promptly mowed down the ones that remained.
The stairs were less hectic, practically empty not including the litter of dead bodies and some of the grieving friends and families of said bodies.
But, John did not have time for that right now.
As soon as they made it to the top of stairs, the powerful smell of charcoal, sulfur and burning beef hit him immediately. Fire. There was a fire. And… someone was burned. Turning slowly, and seemingly painfully, back toward his guards -who seem to build up at every step he takes- and saw that he was not smelling things. They were looking at one another with deep frowns and scrunched up noses.
A group of guards ran to the king. They were bleeding from various places on their bodies, but they were whole and alive and each regarded him with regretful eyes.
At that moment John knew… he knew…
“What happened?”
The men all looked at each other before looking back at John, not one saying a word.
“Well,” John snapped. “What the hell happened?”
Still no answer was forthcoming.
John felt his temper rising and he wanted so badly to smash all of their faces in until they told him the truth; even if he did not want to hear it. “Where’s my wife? Where are my children?”
One of the men, the one in the front, was tearing up while the others simply balled up their fists and set their jaws. They were protecting him, John knew it, but he did not want to be protected now. His kingdom was attacked on the night of the Uitare, one of the holiest nights in all of Inim, and he unknowingly sat on his throne with his hands clasped in his lap listening to two stupid people try to solve their own stupid problem when it started. No, he did not need to be protected.
“As your king, I command you to tell me this instant or I will have you all hanged!” John knew his voice broke, but he didn’t care. The threat was the same and it had the same effect because the guards all looked at John with fearful eyes and the one with the tears in his eyes stepped towards John.
“Your highness, we haven’t been able to find your sons-“
John interrupted. “Neither of them.”
The man shook his head. “No, they’re both gone,” He stated. He paused for all of five seconds, but he seemed to collect himself in that time period and he was back on track. “But, your highness-“ He cleared his throat. “Your wife…”
He did not say anything more and John did not need him to. He understood.
“Take me to her.”
The man nodded and turned his back to bring John to his wife. The other’s fell in with the ones behind him, but John barely paid attention to them. His wife was all he could think of at that moment.
John felt a tremble run through him when he saw that the room they were nearing was his baby’s nursery. As they got closer, the smell of charcoal and sulfur got stronger, but new smells arouse too. Sweet but musky aromas wafted through the halls , and the smell of beef became more pronounced, but it was also mixed in with the terrible scent of burning iron. John knew what he would find in that room, but he did not stop moving.
When they stepped into the doorway, John suppressed a shocked sob. His wife was not his wife. The top layer of her skin was burned off, leaving only blood and white skin that were clumped into folded lumps. Her hair was burned off of her head, only patches of black hair remaining there and her eyes were rolled into the back of her head.
A litter of her organs hung out of her stomach and were spread on the floor, making it slippery with blood.
John approached her slowly.His hand outstretched and tears already flowing from his hazel eyes, he sat on his knees beside her shoulder and looked deep into her white eyes.
It seemed so unreal. Less than an hour ago, she was the crabby women who yelled at his subjects like they were her own children. Less than a day ago they were sharing their bed, “trying for a girl” she said. Less than a month ago they were celebrating Dean’s birthday, cuddling on Sam’s rocking chair as Dean ate cake and Sam drank milk. Less than a year ago they were welcoming their second child into their lives. And now…
She was his wife, the women who he was supposed to spend the rest of his life with. He didn’t understand how she could be the one lying on her son’s floor. Her, her, her.
It could have been anyone else but her. It should have been someone else.
But it was her.
John tore his eyes away from his wife’s body and looked at the men standing at the doorway.
He opened his mouth to speak but briefly had no voice. And for once, he did not have his strong dominating wife there to fill in for him simply because she always knew what her husband wanted to say.
“Continue the search for my children. Do not stop until they are found,” He ordered with authority.
They nodded and half scurried off while the other half stood where they were, guarding the door.
John’s eyes fell back to his wife and instead of extreme sadness taking over, John felt a crippling sense of anger and vengefulness overshadow his grief. For all of his life, Inim and Iad coexisted with tranquility and understanding. But no more! Those demons would pay for this. Not only for the life of his wife, but for his missing children and all of his subjects who have lost their lives on this night.
But John could not do it alone.
Himmel’s leaders, the Five Brothers of Engels, the most powerful beings in the entire world, five angels who had as much of a stake in this demon uprising as John did; they owed him a favor and it was about time for John to cash in: for his wife, for his son’s and for his people.
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