Title: Under The Falling Skies
"So, Dean." The king clears his throat, looking at the barbarian who’s eating a chicken’s leg and scratching his belly with a contented face.
"To end this conflict, I am offering you one of my daughters in marriage, so we can become allies and good friends. Choose whichever you want." The king gestures to his three daughters, all maidens of rare beauty.
Dean belches loudly and pats his belly, causing loud laughter among his warriors. He takes a good look at the princesses, shifting his gaze from one to the other.
"I appreciate your offer, King Uldred, and I will accept it. Though I don’t want any of your daughters." Dean grins widely.
The king frowns. “I don’t understand.”
"I want him." Dean points at the young prince with his gnawed chicken’s leg. "I’ll have Castiel."
Dean’s and Castiel’s manips (click for a bigger version) are done by amazing Irensupernatural
Excerpt from chapter 15:
John’s speech is met with a deafening roar and clash of swords against shields. Warriors in his army certainly know what their mission is and will do everything to honor the sacred oath of protecting their families.
"Father, I want to come with you," a little boy’s voice whines and John looks down to see his older son clutching at his sword.
The chieftain of Battle Shadows laughs heartily, grabbing and picking Dean up. He ruffles the boy’s dirty blond hair fondly.
"You will, Dean. But not today. You see all these men? In a few years you will be commanding and leading them into battles instead of me. Take a good look at them."
Dean looks at his father’s warriors. His little heart beats wildly in excitement and the chieftain’s son tries hard not to squeal from joy. But after his father’s following words, the boy can’t help but shout from sheer happiness.
"My warriors, this is your future leader. I don’t need to tell you, as you already know this but you will protect him at any cost, as he is my replacement. And now, I want you to greet my son, like your next Chieftain!" John lifts his son up in the air so everyone can see him well.
"Dean! Dean! Dean!" the crowd roars, the clashing of weapons is horrifying and it scares infants in their mothers’ arms.
Under the encouraging shouts from the warriors and screams of the babies, John kisses his son on the forehead before putting him on ground.