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"I simply do not see the point, Cas. Feelings will course in your veins, steady as the tides, and strong as its waves, but eventually, as all things, living or dead, they will come to an end. They will fly out of your heart, burst out of your chest, and flee from your mind. Perhaps, it will leave a mark, settle down in the corners of your existence, gracing you with glimpses of the past, and cursing you with promises of what could-have-been, but in the end, they won’t do you any good. Leave it to humans to come up with such arbitrary emotions.” Dean laughed mirthlessly, looking at Castiel from over his shoulder. The sunset lighting illuminated his eyes, boasting their gorgeous hues.
“You may pray to your Gods as much as you please, but they will grant no mortal an everlasting romance. All our stories will end with heart-break, or death. So, to answer your question, Cas, the answer is no.
“Do I believe in love?
I don’t think I do.”
At this, Castiel simply smiled, tight-lipped and downcast eyes, disappointment evident if unreasonable. A breeze flowed through the courtyard, gentle and chilly with the remnants of the concluding winter. Dean was kneeling on the ground, focused on a budding flower, staring with something akin to wonder, his lips slightly parted. His unwarranted awe at something so mundane was adorable and Castiel caught himself gawking at the boy, but frankly, he couldn’t help himself.
Dean was unreasonably beautiful, and it wasn’t just his bias speaking for him. At the age of sixteen, the boy was already pure unadulterated charm and grace. His body was built like a sculpture, enticing to the bone. Sunkissed skin lay stretched across his muscular frame bearing freckles, numerous as the stars in the night sky. His face looked as if it had been carved from stone with high cheekbones, kissable full lips, and long lashes framing the most gorgeous pair of eyes that Castiel had even seen. The famous kaleidoscope eyes. The eyes were storms of color. They were mixtures of tints and shades of green, grey, and flakes of gold. Everybody in the kingdom and beyond had heard about them. They were more than just pretty, they were works of art, goddamn miracles of nature. How could any mortal resist something so tempting?
But Castiel held his ground. He had done so his entire life, and nothing was going to change now. With enormous effort and discipline, he tore his eyes away before Dean could notice. He excused himself from the Prince’s presence, knowing he had to cool his head. This was getting harder every day. Every second with Dean tore away at his self-restraint. More and more, he would find himself indulging in the Prince’s attention, his very presence. It wouldn’t be long before he cracked, and he knew he had to leave before he did something he would regret.
Therefore, Castiel retired to his chambers. Tired, he decided to call it a day and head to bed. As he undressed, he viewed his reflection in the mirror. Not bad. Castiel had to admit, he was quite attractive. He had had his fair share of Omegas and Betas pining after him. His messy hair, intense electric-blue eyes, and tan skin, gave off a mysterious, adventurous aura. He was tall and muscular, which was a given, considering he was a knight. As dominant as they came, he was the very image of a traditional, powerful Alpha. Though, apparently, tall, dark, and handsome, just wasn’t enough to attract the one boy he wanted. The only boy he had ever wanted.
Dean Winchester was an unobtainable, far-off dream, and Castiel knew that far too well. Still, he was allowed to fantasize, and for the past eleven years, Castiel’s mind had never been filled with anyone else. Dean would eventually present as an Alpha, everybody could already tell. He was unrelenting, the very opposite of an obedient little Omega. Castiel had prayed that Dean would atleast present as a Beta, but he knew it was in vain. Dean was Alpha, through and through, and even if he wasn’t, he would never reciprocate Castiel’s feelings.
Sighing, Castiel fell into his bed, letting the soft silk of his sheets coerce him into oblivion.
But there in oblivion, he was met with a boy who had the most stunning eyes.