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watchandread02 · 6 months ago

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For the "Holidays with the Winchesters: A very Destiel Christmas Advent Calendar" by @archervale and @wormstacheangel

Day Three: Snowflakes

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(This one got away from me, but those boys wanted to tell their story like this)

Dean can hear the gathered crowd shushing each other as the heavy doors at the top of the staircase open. He watches as his parents step up into the open doorway and are announced as ‘His Majesty King John of Winchester’ and ‘Her Majesty Queen Mary of Winchester’. Sammy looks back at him once and Dean gives him an encouraging nod, before he too is swallowed up by the brightly lit doorway. At last Dean himself steps forward and with one final deep breath he walks up to walk into the room. It takes him a second to adjust to the bright lights, while he hears himself be proclaimed as ‘the Crown Prince, Dean of Winchester’. Once the announcement is finished he starts to descend the staircase. While walking down he lets his eyes wander over the crowd, just aimlessly watching, until his eyes catch on a pair of blue eyes. He can’t seem to move on from that gaze, though his eyes briefly flicker to dark hair that seems to escape the neat style it was combed back into. Dean almost misses the last step, since he is so wrapped in the staring contest he seems to have gotten into with the stranger. He catches himself at the last moment, but he can hear the snort Sam tries to suppress.

Dean goes to stand on the left side of his mother and to the right of Sammy, who he shoves slightly with his shoulder. Mary gives them a disapproving glare, which stops a bigger tussle to break out between the two brothers.

John addresses the people, “We the Winchesters would like to welcome you all to this year's Snowflake Ball. We hope you enjoy yourselves! Let the festivities begin!”

“Boys, please behave yourselves and I would like you to at least dance with a few of the lovely girls or boys (she looks in Dean's direction at that) that we have invited. You took those lessons for a reason.” Their mother reminds Sam and Dean, before she and John get swallowed up by the large number of people.

Dean turns to Sam, “Hey, Sammy, are you going to ask Jess to dance? I know you have been eying her.”

Sam blushes to the roots of his hair, “It’s Sam, not Sammy. And you’re one to talk. Someone caught your eye so hard, you almost fell flat on your face.” Sam teases him back.

Dean can feel a flush start to creep up the back of his neck. He rubs at it as he mumbles out, “That was nothing.” He can see Sam’s grin start to grow and grumbles out, “Shut your face!”

Before Sam can retort, they are distracted by an energetic ball of red practically bouncing up to them, followed by a blonde haired girl, at a more meandering pace.

“Hey Samoose, handmaiden. How are you this fine evening?” Charlie says while she curtsies exaggeratedly. She looks absolutely stunning dressed in a Burgundy floor length gown.

Jo comes up to stand beside Charlie, dressed in a suit that matches Charlie’s in color. “Are you ever going to grow tired of talking like that?” she asks fondly.

“Probably not. But seriously how are you two?”

“Well Dean was just about to tell me-”

“That I would really like to dance with one of you. Charlie, will you give me this honor?” Dean interrupts his brother, before he can blurt out something no doubt very embarrassing.

Sam looks put out for a moment, before he says, “but mom said-”

“Mom said that we are supposed to dance with lovely ladies tonight and even though Char may be a raging lesbian in a committed relationship, that doesn’t make her less of a lovely lady.” Dean tells his brother, before he holds out his arm for Charlie to take, to lead her onto the dance floor.

They start to gently sway to the rhythm of the song being played by the string quartet.

“You know I don’t know how they do it, but your parents always seem to outdo the last Snowflake Ball.” Charlie comments.

Dean really takes in the room for the first time. Pretty much every surface is covered in snowflakes. There is a Christmas tree set up in one corner that is decorated with snowflake garlands and ornaments that have snowflakes painted on them. Giant glass snowflakes are hanging from the ceiling that shimmer in the soft light of the Ballroom. Dean even spies a buffet table that has all kinds of snowflake shaped food on it. He’ll definitely have to check that one out later.

“I mean they do hire planners to do all this. So I don’t know how much can actually be attributed to my parents to how good this looks.”

Charlie contemplates that for a moment before she says, “I guess you’re right. But it still does look very lovely.”

“So how are you and Jo doing? Everything alright with you two?” Dean asks.

“Yeah we are. You know we went out to din…” Charlie’s voice seems to trail off, as Dean catches sight of the pair of blue eyes that he got lost in earlier. They are locked into an intense staring match, until Dean is ripped out of it by Charlie snapping her fingers in front of his face. Dean reluctantly rips his eyes away from those blue depths, to bat Charlie’s hand out of his face.

“Were you even listening to me? What are you staring at?” Charlie turns to look at where Dean was looking. She seems to catch the face in the sea of people, since she spins around to face him again, with a shit eating grin on her face.

“Oooh someone caught your eye. You know he does have very lovely eyes.” Charlie teases him.

Dean can feel the heat creep back up his neck and up to his ears. Dammit those always give him away. Charlie seems to spot the reddening of his ears as well because her grin seems to get even bigger.

Charlie slaps him on the shoulder, “Dude you should totally go talk to him. I mean how long has it been, since you have been genuinely interested in someone?”

“No, no I can’t. He probably wouldn’t really like me anyway.” Dean denies quickly.

Charlie looks over his shoulder, “ Well he hasn’t stopped looking at you. Not even after we turned so you back is to him. He definitely seems to be enjoying looking at something.” Charlie wiggles her eyebrows suggestively at that last sentence.

When Dean turns his head to look back at the guy, he is unquestionably still staring at Dean, considering he immediately catches the guy's eyes. Before he can get lost in them again, he turns back to face Charlie, who is watching him smugly.

“You know I’m a little parched. Let’s go see what they have at the buffet table.” Dean grabs Charlie’s arm and pretty much pulls her off the dance floor with him. Charlie doesn’t protest, but she does send him a look that clearly says that this conversation isn’t over yet.

The night goes on with Dean dancing with a few more girls, some he knows and some who he doesn’t, but who are brave enough to ask him for a dance, and he isn’t so rude as to deny them. He talks with his friends and eats his fill at the dinner table. Sam gets the courage to ask Jess to dance and by the way the kid is grinning afterwards it went very well. Of course Dean teases him mercilessly for it. Their mom and dad seem to be pleased with the outcome of the night and send them encouraging looks throughout the night. And through it all Dean can feel those eyes following him. Sometimes he catches them from across the room and sometimes they are pretty much right in front of him. But something always appears to keep them apart, if one of them makes a move to approach the other. A few hours after the Ball started, Dean excuses himself to catch a bit of a break on one of the balconies and get some fresh air.

Dean leans on the railing and drifts off into his own thoughts. He thinks of those blue eyes. Maybe they really aren’t meant to be anything more than two passing ships, since there always seems to be something getting in the way. Damn, he doesn’t even really know the guy and his heart's already breaking a little at the thought of never getting to see him again. They haven’t even talked to each other yet, god dammit. And he’s already pining like a schoolgirl with her first crush.

Dean is startled out of his thoughts as a gravelly voice says from behind him. “Hello, would you mind if I join you?”

Dean turns to look at the person that asked the question. Only to meet the blue eyes of the guy that has been haunting his every thought this night.

Dean is too shocked to speak for a moment. The guy’s head tilts and he starts to open his mouth. But before he can, Dean blurts out, “No!”

The guy looks a bit dejected as he turns to leave, but Dean’s brain finally catches up with the situation and he reaches out to grab the guy’s arm.

“I meant no, as in I wouldn’t mind if you joined me. If you still want to, that is?” Dean asks hopefully.

The guy breaks into a brilliant grin that seems to make his eyes shimmer. And damn that makes his eyes even more beautiful. And those lips. Shit he really is a goner already, isn’t he. Dean tears his eyes away from those lips and looks up into those damn pools of blue.

“I would love that.” The guy replies. Shit. Dean didn’t really register that voice before, but damn. It sounds like the guy swallowed rocks. How can even his voice be hot?

While Dean was having his internal freakout the guy has moved to stand next to Dean, leaning against the railing.He should really ask for the guy’s name shouldn’t he? Instead of just referring to him as the guy, or as Charlie started to call him ‘hot blue eyed guy’.

Dean sticks out his hand and introduces himself, “Hey, I’m Dean.”

“I know.” Dean looks confused for a second, before the guy explains, “this is your family’s ball. You were introduced at the beginning. You do remember that, right?” The guy asks with a teasing lilt.

Dean can feel his cheeks heat up a bit, but maybe he can blame that on the cold. “Well since you already seem to know who I am. Do I get to know who I’m talking to?”

The guy tilts his head again. How is that cut? How can this guy be cute and hot at the same time?

“My name is Castiel Novak.”

“Wait, Novak. As in the neighbouring kingdom Novak?” Cas nods affirmingly. Wait, Cas? Did he just give the guy a nickname after only talking to him for like two minutes. He’ll have to make sure he doesn’t call him that aloud.

Cas elaborates, “more precisely the Crown Prince of Novak.”

“Well damn Cas, seems like you’ve been holding out on me the whole night.”

Cas tilts his head again, “Cas?”

Damn he hadn’t meant for that to slip out. Dean rubs the back of his neck. “Yeah, sorry. I’m kind of a nickname guy. I can totally stop if it bothers you.”

“No. No, it doesn’t bother me. I actually quite like it. Just no one’s ever called me Cas before. My parents have always thought it of the highest importance that they only address me by my full name, as are the people of our kingdom. The only ones who have ever called me anything other than Castiel are my siblings. And I am not really fond of them calling me ‘Cassy’, but they are my siblings so I allow it.”

Dean looks at Cas with a soft smile, “well if you are really okay with it, I’ll keep calling you Cas.”

They just look at each other for a moment, before Cas speaks up again. “What did you mean, when you said I’ve been holding out on you the whole night?”

“Well you have been staring at me the whole night. I could feel your eyes follow me across the room, you know?” Dean teases lightly.

But apparently his teasing doesn’t really come across as Cas blushes and stares down at his shoes. “I am sorry if I made you uncomfortable with my staring, Dean. I just found you very mesmerizing.”

Dean steps in closer to lift up Cas’ chin. “There are those beautiful eyes.” Dean whispers and Cas’ blush gets even worse. “I didn’t mean that in a bad way. It did unerve me a bit, but I have been trying to talk to you all evening. There just always seemed to be something else getting in the way.”

“I mean we are completely alone out here. Would you like to dance with me, maybe?” Cas asks, holding out his hand, for Dean to take.

Dean grins and takes Cas’ hand. They settle into an easy swaying motion, moving to the beats of their hearts.

And while the party inside goes on, they are off in their own little world. They don’t even notice that the first snowflakes of the year start falling, as they share their first kiss. One which many more are to follow.

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