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Y/N lived in a lovely little cottage just beyond the walls of King Chuck’s castle. It was a simple home with stone walls, a wooden roof, and a grand flower garden that surrounded it. Y/N loved flowers: roses, sunflowers, orchids, peonies, violets, and her favorite tiger lilies; were all planted around the cottage. If she could spend her entire life in a garden, she would be the happiest girl in the world.

She lived in that cottage her entire life with her Aunt Donna, who raised her since birth. After her parents died in a stable fire when Y/N was only a baby, Donna took on the responsibility of raising her niece as her own child.  On Y/N’s 10th birthday she found a stray black cat with piercing blue eyes roaming around the garden, he introduced himself as Castiel. From that day forward Y/N and Castiel became the best of friends, the two of them were instantly inseparable. They all lived in their own little world, everything was perfect. Until Y/N was called into the castle to see King Chuck himself.

When the King insists that Y/N marry his son, there isn’t much choice in the matter. It was either marriage or move her whole world far away from the castle’s walls. So here she was white gown, diamond tiara, and white rose bouquet; about to walk down the isle to marry a man she met only a few days prior.

Y/N stared at her reflection in the mirror, thinking about what the rest of her life was going to look like. She didn’t want to pick up and move her life away, but she didn’t want to marry Michael either. It wasn’t that he was a bad man, there just weren’t any sparks. Sure he was intelligent, handsome, and charming; but he just wasn’t her Prince Charming.

Castiel begged Y/N to tell her what was wrong, but Y/N had to keep her deal with King Chuck a secret. If Michael were ever to find out about their arrangement, there would be hell to pay. So she suffered in silence, praying for a way out of this mess she was tangled in.

Soon Y/N began to experience a sunken feeling in her chest. When she imagined her wedding day she saw herself marrying the love of her life, not at the end of some extortion deal. She began pacing around the room, her long lace train following behind.

“I can’t do this… I can’t do this…” She repeated to herself. Castiel tried his best to calm his friend down, but there was no use. Panic shot down her spine like lightning. Y/N felt the tears swell in her eyes, fighting to break free, before she heard a voice.

“Don’t ruin your pretty face darlin'. I’m sure Prince Michael would hate to see his beautiful bride with black stains down her cheeks”

Y/N turned around to see a petite red headed woman standing at the threshold of her changing room. Her cat like eyes were lined with dark kohl with lips as red as her hair. She was wearing a black velvet cloak with an emerald gown lined with gold. Y/N had never seen this woman before, and there was something about her that gave Y/N the chills.

“Who are you?” Y/N asked, curiosity getting the best of her. Castiel hissed at the mystery woman, sensing danger.

“My name is Rowena. I am here to help you.”

Before Y/N knew it she was running down the corridors, Castiel in her arms, and following Rowena to some unknown hidden room in the castle walls. Rowena told her that she could make her problems disappear, that soon all her prayers would be answered.

When Rowena unlocked the door hidden behind the King’s portrait; Y/N and Castiel found themselves in a room filled with beakers, books, and broomsticks. Y/N had a feeling that something wasn’t right, but she thought this might be better than the alternative. Rowena lead Y/N and her furry friend to a mirror nearly twice her size. It had a golden ornate border with the King’s crest at the top.  

"They say that mirrors are portals my dear... They are magical things that reveal one's truest desires..." When Rowena spoke it was as if ice flowed through Y/N's veins, something was wrong, but she couldn't find herself to able to leave. Castiel begged Y/N to walk away from the mirror, but for whatever reason she was drawn to it. She felt as if this force was dragging her closer, even if she wanted to run away she couldn't.

"That's right dearie, just a few steps closer..." Y/N turned around trying find something in the room to get her to stop moving forward. Rowena rolled her eyes, this was taking too long for her liking. So she did the next best thing, she pushed Y/N and Castiel into the looking glass. The reflection rippling as it swallowed them whole.

Y/N found herself walking along some unfamiliar hills with thick lines dancing across them. She had never seen grass cut so short, and she couldn’t quite understand the purpose of it. Y/N tried to collect herself, but her mind was still hazy. She looked down to see Castiel walking beside her, but he looked different. His fur was much more detailed, and his eyes were much smaller. Then her eyes followed her own form, that is when she began to panic. Her body was completely different. She felt along her face and hair, and the experience was indescribable. Her head began to spin, all she wanted to do was go back home to her cottage with Aunt Donna. Everything had changed; the world she was in was brighter, richer, and completely overwhelming.

“Fore!”

Y/N heard a man’s voice before she noticed a small white sphere race across her face, nearly hitting her. She turned to see four men walking towards her, one of them looking quite angry.

“Hey watch it lady! What do you think you’re doing here?”

Y/N didn’t know what to do, so she picked up Castiel and started running. She had no clue where she was heading, all she knew was that she didn’t want to be there anymore. Y/N followed signs painted with arrows pointing to a Stanford University. She didn’t know what a university was, but she had a feeling that there could be somebody there that could help.

“Oh Castiel what should we do? How do we get home?” Y/N looked down to her friend waiting for a response. He hadn’t said a word since the two of them landed, and she was beginning to worry.

“Meow” Castiel’s little eyes began to widen, unaware of the sounds he was making. Y/N picked him up trying to investigate the problem.

“Castiel? Why won’t you say something?”

Castiel meowed again in response, he was trying to speak but found himself unable to form the words. He only shook his head in defeat. Y/N held him close to her chest giving him a gentle squeeze.

“It’ll be alright Castiel, we’ll figure something out soon…”

Y/N entered the grounds of Stanford University in complete awe. The biggest place she’d previously seen was the King’s castle, but Stanford rivaled that. There were trees surrounding the different buildings that Y/N had never seen before, walking on the fresh grass was the only thing remotely familiar to her. The people she saw walking around dressed very differently then back home. Both the men and women wore clothing that barely covered their skin, with styles that showed great variety. It was both intriguing and shocking to see women lying on the ground with fabric only hiding their most private areas. Y/N wandered the grounds trying to formulate a plan, but was interrupted by strangers.

“Yo Princess, get lost on your way to Disneyland?” said one incredibly rude man walking with his group of friends.

“I didn’t realize we had royalty here!” said another man sitting by a group of nearly naked women.

“Hey where’s Prince Charming?” a golden haired girl shout a few yards behind Y/N.

Castiel rubbed up against Y/N trying to comfort her, but the comments began to get under her skin. She did’t understand why these people were acting so cruel. She did nothing to them, all she wanted to do was to go home. Y/N began to give up hope. She found the closest bench to rest on, and threw herself on it. Castiel nestled beside her legs, trying to give her any sense of comfort that he could. Y/N couldn’t hold back the tears any longer, she let the waterworks flow as she wept underneath the hot sun.

“Hey, are you alright?”

Y/N looked up to see who the first kind words she heard today belonged to. After her eyes adjusted to the bright sunlight she saw an incredibly tall handsome man standing before her. She tried to form the words to respond to him, but was met with only tears and quivering lips. Y/N shook her head as she continued to sob. The man sat beside her and placed a reassuring hand over her own.

“Hey hey it’s going to be okay. Are you hurt? Do you need me to call a doctor?”

“No… I-I’m not hurt…” Y/N wiped the tears from her eyes, attempting to gather her composure.

“Is there anything I can do?” Y/N looked into the man’s eyes, there was something about those kaleidoscope eyes that made her feel as though she could trust him. Even though she was just betrayed by that witch Rowena, there was something different about him. She didn’t feel the sense of dread that she felt before.  

“I need help…”

“Alright then, let’s get you some help. I’m Sam by the way… Sam Winchester” He smiled as he stood up from the bench they shared, letting out a hand for her to grasp.

“My name is Y/N Y/L/N, and this is my friend Castiel” Y/N took Sam’s hand as she stood, feeling the warmth that came from his touch. Castiel climbed up Y/N’s dress, wanting to stay close to her in case this Sam character had any sinister motives. Although Castiel was on guard, Sam chuckled at the cat’s peculiar gesture.

“Okay, let’s get you two out of the sun” When Sam let go of Y/N’s hand  she felt a slight emptiness. All she wanted was to feel his touch once more, but that would highly inappropriate for a young lady to behave in such a way. Especially an engaged one.

Y/N didn't know that her life would be filled with such joy after her arranged engagement with Michael, but here she was in a state called California with Sam Winchester. A man who took in a complete stranger in a white gown, knowing she needed his help. After Y/N met Sam in the "quad" he brought her back to his campus apartment, which she learned to be a building in which multiple people lived in. Sam lent Y/N some of his girlfriend Jessica's clothes, hoping she wouldn't mind once she returned from Spring Break in Tijuana. Y/N's heart sank when she found out what a girlfriend was, but quickly buried the girlish feeling away. She was an engaged women, he was a taken man, and that was the end of it. At least that's what she told herself.

Once Y/N got settled in she began to tell Sam her story, thinking he deserved to know who she was if he was going to help her. Sam hung onto to every word that came out of Y/N's mouth, astounded by the things she was saying. Anybody else would just label Y/N as crazy, and they wouldn't necessarily be blamed for it. Hearing a story about a soon to be Princess coming from a land of fairy tale with talking animals, fantasy kingdoms, witches, and magic mirrors sounds like something straight out of a Disney movie. However, against Sam's better judgment, he believed every word. He felt something deep down inside, and from that he knew she was telling the truth. When he thought about it more, scientists have been talking about theories involving multiple dimensions for years. Was it so far fetched that Y/N came from one of those dimensions? A dimension where everything one would read in a fairy tale were true? Sam didn't see a deranged lunatic in front of him, he saw a confused lost girl who just wanted to see her family again.

When Y/N told Sam about the arranged marriage his heart ached for her. He imagined what it would be like, being forced to spend the rest of your life with someone you didn't love. Unfortunately, Sam didn't have to imagine it too hard. Y/N couldn't understand why she was telling this stranger all of this personal information about herself, there was just something about the way Sam looked at her that made her believe that she could tell him anything.

When Sam got a call from his brother the following day saying he was coming for a surprise visit, he had to come up with a believable backstory for Y/N, and fast.

"Okay so my brother Dean should be here any minute. Do you want to go over your story one more time?"

"My name is Y/N. I'm an exchange student from Canada who is studying Botany here at Stanford..."

"Wait, why Botany?" Sam interrupted.

"I like flowers, can I please continue?" Y/N responded, a hint of sass in her voice. Sam shook his head, thinking about how this girl was just full of surprises.

"Anyway... I'm studying Botany here at Stanford and needed a place to stay. Since you have an extra room after your previous roommate Brady moved out when he joined the Pi Sigma fraternity, you offered the room to me. No mention of talking animals, witches, or princes." Sam nodded, hoping to get through this visit without drawing unnecessary attention on Y/N.

A few minutes later Sam's brother Dean began knocking on the door. Sam had told Y/N a lot about his family after she told him about her own past. He talked about his mother Mary, who died in an electrical fire when they were younger, and how his father John had to raise them by himself. It was something both Y/N and Sam had in common that the two of them wished they didn't.  

John was a mechanic from Lawrence, Kansas, where both Winchester brothers grew up. Dean was a few years older than Sam, and recently graduated from MIT. Dean was offered a job in the area designing new infrastructure. Since he was so close to Stanford, he decided to stop by.

"Hey how's my baby brother!" Dean embraced his brother in a tight hug, patting him on the back. Before Sam could respond, Dean drew his attention to the strange girl in the room. “And who might you be?”

“My name is Y/N, I’m an exchange student from Canada” Y/N fiddled with the skirt of her dress, attempting to distract herself from her nerves.

“Oh yea where from?” Dean moved away from Sam, and placed his full attention onto this beautiful new girl staying in his brother’s apartment.

“Caelum” She responded out of reflex, instantly realizing her mistake she winced, hoping Dean wouldn’t catch on to her ruse. Dean furrowed his eyebrows, confused by her response.

“Ugh yea Caelum, it’s a small town near Vancouver!” Y/N sighed in relief, Dean seamed to believe his brother’s quick reply. For now, her secret was safe.

The following days Y/N spent her time with both Winchester brothers, grateful for Sam’s generosity in inviting her to stay with him. Castiel instantly grew attached to Dean, and to the older Winchester’s surprise, found himself not allergic to the unique cat. From the moment Dean met Y/N he knew there was something different about her. The way she carried herself, and her choice of words led him to question her story. That, and the fact she took his brother’s curtains to make this medieval-esque dress, and the way she talks to animals as if they were going to respond back to her were adding to her questionable history.

However, Dean didn’t push it. He noticed the way Sam and Y/N interacted with each other, and the way his eyes shined when he looked to her; he knew his brother had strong feelings for this quirky stranger. As spring break drew to a close, Dean pulled his brother to the side and questioned him on his relationship with Y/N. Sam shut it down immediately, saying they were only friends, that he was giving her a helping hand. Dean reminded Sam that he had his girlfriend Jessica, and even though Dean didn’t like her that much, it wouldn’t be fair to her if Sam wasn’t invested in their relationship.

Sam denied the accusation, told his brother repeatedly that he was happy with Jessica. However, Sam didn’t know if he was trying to convince his brother of this, or if he was really trying to convince himself.

“Hey Sam! I’m back early! I brought you back a shot glass from Tijuana. Don’t ask me too much from the trip, I was so wasted the days kinda blurred together…” Jessica waltzed in through the front door, dropping her bags immediately on the floor. She looked around her boyfriend’s apartment and noticed a change.

The curtains were new, the floors were clean, the cobwebs were dusted away, and the whole space smelled like lemon Pledge. Sam cleaned? Jessica thought to herself. The answer to this mystery came in the form of another young woman in a dress that looked like it came from Stanford’s theatre department.

“Oh! You must be Jessica! It’s so great to meet you!” Y/N immediately ran to Jessica, giving her a friendly hug. Jessica stood there in shock, she had no idea who this chick was, and why she was in her boyfriend’s apartment. Alone.

“Sam!” Jessica shouted, detaching from Y/N as quick as she could. The moment Sam heard his girlfriend’s voice, he knew he was in trouble. He neglected to tell her that Y/N even existed, let alone living with him. He slowly made his way to the living room, finding his girlfriend of over a year standing in the middle of the room with her arms across her chest and her famous stink face. Y/N was standing to the side, unsure of where to place herself in that moment.

“So Jessica, I know you must be confused…”

“It’s Jess” She snapped, interrupting Y/N. Jess turned her attention back to Sam, and Y/N knew that it would be best to leave them be. Y/N took Castiel and left, thinking of ways to try to get Sam out of trouble.

Rowena’s plan to get rid of Y/N didn’t go exactly as planned. Her goal was to be rid of Michael’s new bride in order to stick it to King Chuck for imprisoning his eldest son Prince Lucifer, Rowena’s ex fiancé. She thought Y/N would disappear completely when she went into the magic mirror, not end up in some hectic futuristic world.

At first Rowena believed everything would be okay, neither King Chuck nor Michael knew where Y/N was. However, when the King’s chief magical advisor Gabriel informed him on Y/N whereabouts, Rowena began to panic. King Chuck sent his son Michael to retrieve his bride to be in this strange world, little did he know, the witch that sent her there was going to tag along for the ride.

Y/N had came up with a brilliant plan to help Sam. Y/N and Castiel ran all around the grounds of Stanford University searching for the items they needed, if everything went right Jess should be less harsh on Sam. The last thing Y/N wanted was for Sam to get into trouble because he helped her, and even though a part of her wished he wasn’t with Jess, she knew that this was the right thing to do.

Petals began to follow Y/N as she hiked up the stairs to Sam’s apartment, she prayed that she made the right call with her choice of flower. The time that Y/N stayed with Sam, she noticed how many of Jess’ belongings have daisies on them. Going on this information Y/N decided to find as many daisies as possible, put them into a large vase, and write a note from “Sam” to his girlfriend. It’s not enough to take the one you love for granted, Y/N knew that if Sam reminded Jess how much he loved her, that Jess wouldn’t be so angry. At least, that is what Y/N would do.

“Sam, Jess, can you come out for second?” Y/N heard grumbles coming from Sam’s bedroom, and waited for a few minutes before they both came out. Both Sam and Jess’ eyes widened at the sight of Y/N carrying a massive bouquet of daisies in her arms.

“What’s all of this?” Jess turned over to Sam, searching for an explanation.

“I ran into the flower delivery man downstairs and decided to carry them up for him. Sam didn’t know you were coming early, or else he would have these already laid out for you. They’re a present! Daisies are your favorite, right?” Y/N’s worry turned into relief when Jess’ scowl turned into a sincere smile. The spritely blonde squealed as she raced over to the flowers, Sam stood back confused. When Sam turned to Y/N attempting to gather some information, she held a finger to her lips and shot him a wink. That’s when Sam realized, Y/N did this. For him.

“Everybody wants to live happily ever after, everybody wants to know their true love is true. Although it may seem that I forget, I need you to know I never do.

The daisy is known as a symbol of true love, for it is really two flowers matched together in harmony. I give you this symbol of my affections, to show you how much you mean to me.

I missed you Jess, it brings me great joy to know you are finally here. Accept this gift and be with me, for I love you so much my dear. ~ Sam Winchester” Jess read off the note in the flower arrangement, tears of joy filling her eyes. She ran to Sam, wrapping her arms around his neck in a tight embrace. Sam held onto Jess, but had his eyes set on Y/N.

His mind began to race with hundreds of thoughts running through his head. The most romantic thing that happened to Jess throughout their entire relationship was something he didn’t do. It wasn’t that he wasn’t the romantic type, he just never felt that he should do any of those things. He thought he was in love with Jess, they were together for a long time, it made sense. But here he was, in a room with two women. One he was with for over a year, yet didn’t know what her favorite flower was. The second he met barely a week ago, and felt as if he knew everything about her.

Sam knew that Y/N’s favorite thing was to watch the sunset in her garden with her cat Castiel. Her favorite color was orange, the exact shade coming from the tiger lily, which was her favorite flower. Y/N preferred making dresses out of bedroom curtains than shopping at the local mall. She could spend all day in the dirt with her beloved plants, despite the mess it would make every time. He knew that Y/N loved poetry. She believed that true love exists, and that she could find it some day. In spite of the fact that she was to be married to some Prince in another dimension that she was forced in to. How was it that Sam knew so much about a near stranger, but couldn’t say Jess’ phone number without looking it up in his phone. Sam was in trouble, more so than he would care for.

The Stanford University Anniversary Gala was the biggest party the college held throughout the entire year. Invitations were handed out to top students and important figures within the community. Both Winchester brothers were invited, for their academic and and career success. Jess was so excited to go to such a prestigious event as Sam’s plus one, assuming he was going to take her. Sam would be lying if he wasn’t just a tad disappointed, but he wasn’t the only one.

Y/N watched as Jess dressed for the wonderful party she was attending that evening, hating the jealous feeling that sunk in her skin. It wasn’t just that Jess was going to a fantastic ball, but she was going with Sam.

The moment he left his bedroom dressed in a tuxedo, Y/N’s breath hitched in her throat. Castiel mewed, even though Y/N couldn’t understand him, she knew that he was judging her.  She was fantasizing over a man in a committed relationship, something that was undesirable in this world and the world she came from before.

Y/N threw herself on the couch once Sam and Jess left for the evening, deciding to bury her sorrows in food that came in colorful bags and moving pictures. What Y/N didn’t expect was to hear a knock at the door, she walked over to find Dean on the other side.

“I know this is last minute, but I like to consider myself a spontaneous person”

Dean walked into the Gala first, trying to find his brother and Jess. Y/N remained at the top of stairs, letting her nerves get the best of her. Dean had come to the door with an invitation, a stunning dress, and instructed Y/N to get dressed within 15 minutes. Y/N wasn’t used to fabric draped so tightly against her frame, but was reassured when Dean said she looked “smoking hot.” The harder part was sneaking Castiel into the party, Y/N refused to leave without him. So underneath Dean’s jacket, was a small black cat hidden away.

Little did Y/N know she wasn’t the only person from home at the Gala that night. Both Michael and Rowena traveled from the Kingdom of Caelum to Stanford University, with the goal of getting to Y/N before the other.

Jess was babbling about some beach in Tijuana when Sam first noticed Y/N making her way down the grand staircase. Her red dress hugged every curve of her body, leaving just enough to the imagination. The sweetheart neckline showed just the right amount of Y/N’s décolletage without being too much, and the long slit revealed her long legs beneath. She was a bombshell, and had nearly every man’s attention as she walked down those steps, especially his own. When Sam’s eyes met with Y/N’s it was as if she was the only girl in the room. Sam made his way over to her, but was interrupted when another man met her at the bottom of the staircase.

“Y/N?” Her eyes widened in shock as she laid eyes on the man standing before her. Prince Michael.

Sam’s heart sank as he watched Michael pull Y/N away from the crowds, he immediately knew who he was based on the look on her face. She was going home, to marry that Prince who didn’t even know her. Sam raced past his brother and girlfriend, wanting nothing more than a stiff drink.

Sam was nursing his third drink of the night when he caught Rowena’s eyes. The fiery witch had been watching Y/N and Sam’s interactions for a few days prior to the Gala. At first Rowena was going to merely kill the young lady out of spite for ruining her plans, but after her surveillance she came up with a more sinister plan. She knew Y/N had zero intentions in returning to the world she was once from, so Rowena decided to remove the one thing that was keeping her anchored to this wretched world. If Sam Winchester were to die, she would be forced to return to King Chuck’s castle, where Rowena would finally execute her original plan of action.

Rowena slipped one of her trusty potions in Sam’s fourth drink, he didn’t even notice she was there. He had his eyes glued onto Y/N the entire evening, making sure she didn’t leave without saying goodbye. Sam took a final sip of his drink and decided to confront Y/N about her decision to leave, he only made half of the distance before collapsing.

Y/N saw Sam fall and immediately broke into a sprint, her heart was racing, fear coursing through her veins. Dean wasn’t too far behind, Castiel hitching a ride still hidden inside his jacket.

Y/N lifted Sam’s head onto her lap, searching for a source of life in him. Dean checked his pulse, and to both of their relief he was still alive. That’s when Y/N heard a familiar laughter behind her.

“Oh dear looks like yer moose of a man is down for the count!”

Y/N gently placed Sam back down as she turn to face Rowena.

“What did you do to him you bitch!” Y/N cursed, anger and adrenaline flowing through her like electricity.

“Oh don’t worry my darlin’ he’s only sleeping… until the clock strikes midnight. That is when his sleep becomes… permanent”

Y/N began to panic, Sam was in trouble and she didn’t know what to do. All she wanted to do was take everything back in that moment. She wished she would have just married Michael and avoided all of these problems, that way Sam would be safe, not nearly dead on the floor of the Stanford Gala. Jess stood by in shock as Y/N fell beside Sam’s unconscious body, holding onto him for dear life.

“Y/N Sam told me everything…” Dean whispered in a voice barely above audible.

“So? What does that have to do with anything?” Tears were streaming down Y/N’s cheeks, frustrated with her helplessness.

“Well don’t you come from fairy tale land? A land where true love’s kiss breaks any curse? Ya know, like Sleeping Beauty!” Y/N looked to Dean with wide eyes, he was right.

“Jess! Jess you have to kiss Sam!”

Y/N backed away from Sam, praying that this would work. Jess kneeled beside Sam and placed a kiss onto his rapidly cooling lips. Nothing. She tried again, and came to the same result. All three of their hearts sank as Rowena continued to laugh at their misery.

“Y/N… you do it” Jess turned to Y/N, willing to try anything to bring him back.

“What? I-I don’t know… Jess I…”

“Will you stop it! I know you’re in love with him! I knew it when you wrote that note for him in the flowers… Sam doesn’t know anything about flowers… Just do it. Quickly.” Both Jess and Dean stood up and away from Sam, giving Y/N some space. She had never kissed anyone before, she expected her first kiss to be on her wedding day, but things rarely ever go according to plan.

Y/N brushed her fingers through Sam’s chestnut locks, resting her hand on the side of his cheek. She took a deep breath, it was now or never. Y/N closed her eyes and slowly leaned down, placing a gentle kiss onto Sam’s lips.

His lips were as soft as butter; tasting like spirits and spearmint. Within moments Sam’s lips began to move against Y/N’s, tears of joy soon splashed against his face. In that moment, Y/N felts sparks. It was as if every fiber of her being was vibrating all at once. Her face was flushed, and her breathing soon became heavy. It was a kiss filled with passion and love, more than enough to break Rowena’s curse.

When Sam and Y/N finally detached, smiles replaced both of their looks of fear from before. Rowena stood back in shock, having her plans ruined once again by this stupid girl, she escaped into the crowd as more people began hovering over the younger Winchester. Sam slowly sat up, his eyes never leaving Y/N’s for a second. Dean stood back holding Castiel, who wasn’t all too thrilled with the current situation. Y/N had fallen in love with another man, and his heart ached with the thought that she would have to soon give him up to marry Prince Michael. Y/N didn’t let those thoughts cross her mind, all her focus was on Sam. He was alive, he was okay, that’s all that mattered.

“What happened?” Sam’s face was only inches away from Y/N’s, her cheeks began to flush as tried to explain their situation.

“Rowena poisoned you with something… You were stuck in a sleep like trance and were going to die if you didn’t awake before midnight…”

“How did I wake up?” Y/N’s nerves were sitting her at full force. What if this was a fluke? What if Jess’ kiss just took time to work? What if Sam didn’t love her like she loved him?

“Dean came up with idea of breaking the curse with true love’s kiss… Me being from fairy tale land and all…” Sam sat there silently, waiting for Y/N to continue.

“I asked Jess to come over and kiss you… She did it twice and nothing worked… That’s when she asked me to do it… and… and…” Before Y/N could finish her sentence Sam’s lips were already against her own, making her melt with every touch.

That’s when she felt it again, the spark. A feeling she never thought she would be able to experience for herself. In that moment she didn’t care that Rowena was still at large, and that her fiancé was only yards away. Jess gave Y/N the permission to show her love for Sam, and when she knew that he loved her the same, there was no way she was going to leave him.

Y/N never thought she would experience a ‘happy ever after’ for herself, but here in Sam’s arms, she was finally beginning to believe she could. Y/N finally found her true Prince Charming. Not behind large castle walls, but in a school designed for higher learning. He was a desperately needed breath of fresh air, and Y/N couldn’t get enough.

A/N 2.0: I could have easily made this fic twice as long as it is! I’ll probably write a minor part 2 to this fic, so I can incorporate more of the ending of the film within this ending. Can’t get enough Princess!Reader x Sam action!

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A bitter coldness nips at Dean’s skin and he tries to bury his nose into the collar of his coat, seeking out any source of warmth. He rolls over on his side, yelping when a sharp edge jabs into his ribs. His eyes snap open as he stills, his senses returning from drowsiness along with a sense of dread.

Shit.

He fell asleep. He scrambles to sit upright while his heart rate picks up in his chest. Dammit, dammit,

dammit.

How could he let himself fall asleep?

He does a quick scan of the sky, the water, the trees behind him, over the edge of the rocks and down to the bottom of the cliff that ends in watery darkness. He breathes out a sigh of relief, not seeing anything that should alarm him. Everything is quiet.

How long has he been out though? He glances upwards to get an indication, but everything looks about the same as he last remembers. The moon is still high in the sky with stars gleaming through the cracks in the clouds. He couldn’t have been asleep no more than an hour. Perhaps taking that couple mile trek to check the traps earlier wasn’t the best idea for conserving his energy. He sets down his crossbow to stretch out his limbs and roll his stiff shoulders.

He freezes when he hears branches of the trees rattle together, the noise too loud for it to be caused by the wind, even if it has picked up speed. Something’s out there. Could it really be one of those fire breathing terrors? Dean shifts so his feet are under him, picking up his crossbow and standing slowly, cursing his sore joints that protest against the movement. He stalks forward, crossbow loaded and ready to fire a poison dipped arrow at even the slightest movement out of place.

He stops before the tree line, hating the idea of possibly facing a dragon in the woods. If they set even one tree on fire, Dean’s screwed. No doubt it would spread and trap him inside. If the flames don’t kill him, the smoke will and if by some miracle he survives either, the fire could spread too close to the village. Even so, Dean has no other options. The occasional rustling of the branches is moving deeper into the forest and if this thing is making its way towards the village, Dean has to catch up with it and put it down.

He follows the sound cautiously, pausing every so often to listen and gauge where it could be. Whatever it’s doing, it doesn’t seem to be taking any obvious path. Dean keeps pressing on until he gets to a small clearing in the trees, the canopy overhead looking broken like something crash landed through it. He trails his eyes along the branches overhead, searching for any dark shapes within them.

That’s when he spots it. A dark silhouette perched on a thick branch high up in one of the trees facing away from him, a long, powerful looking tail swaying with the wind, flexing and unflexing the wings at the end of its tail. What the hell is it doing though? It’s just… sitting there. Either way, it made a grave decision to land in this forest.

Dean raises his crossbow higher into position, gazing through the scope to find the perfect shot. Annoyingly, there’s too many branches in the way to lodge the arrow into its body. He could get a shot at either of the tail wings, but it’ll take the poison longer to infect the bloodstream and Dean would essentially be dead by the time the dragon is weakened. He has to get a clearer shot.

He creeps forward, still squinting into the scope and watching for any indication the dragon is aware of his presence. So far, so good. He hates how exposed he is in the middle of the clearing like this, but he has no other options at the moment. He’s just about in position, finger covering the trigger, when his world shatters. Well, some dead leaves do anyway, but it may as well be his world. With one step, his foot kicks at a dead branch, the fallen leaves littered over the ground to rustling too loudly under it and causing the dragon to whip its head around and set its intense, golden glare on Dean.

He’s fucked.

Instinctively, Dean presses down on the trigger and sends the arrow flying at the beast but it’s no use. It’s already flown from the branches, dodging the hit and letting out a loud, pissed off roar that vibrates Dean’s bones. He grabs another arrow from the quiver slung around his body and loads it up as the ground shudders under his feet, followed by an overwhelming heat that licks at the left side of his body. He stumbles away inelegantly to avoid getting burned, cursing under his breath in the process. Dammit, this thing is lightning fast.

Despite being shot at with fire though, the flames are helpful in lighting up the clearing so Dean can see it better. Wherever it went. He scans the trees, the sky beyond the branches, but the damn thing is gone.

A distinct thump from behind causes Dean to whip around, only to find himself staring into large, gold eyes, surrounded by an expanse of sleek, black, scaly skin with a glow emanating from the back of its throat through its parted mouth. Dean was right. He wasn’t just seeing things. He knew what he saw and now he’s face to face with it – one of the four most lethal dragons to roam the earth.

A Night Fury.

Death is only mere moments away, but Dean hardly cares. As long as he can take out the bastard creature that tore his life apart. He fires the crossbow just as it’s knocked out of his hands, but the cry of the dragon tells Dean he got it somewhere. He barely thinks to celebrate though when he’s knocked backwards, hands getting seared as they catch his fall against the smoldering spot that was once the ground. The pain leaves his mind though when hot breath floods over his body and, looking up, he finds the Night Fury towering over him with a snarl twisted into its mouth, that glow growing brighter with every passing second. Dean closes his eyes, waiting for searing hot death to engulf him.

“Gabriel! Stop!” A voice shouts to his left. Dean’s eyes fly open, following the Night Fury’s gaze to the source - a guy standing at the edge of the clearing, body tense with widened eyes.

A low growl rumbles from the Night Fury and while the dragon is distracted, Dean lunges for his crossbow that was just out of his reach. He has to fight back against the pain that blooms from his burned hands at the touch, but if he can get one more arrow through the thick skin, even better - a wing, he can save himself and whoever this stranger is.

Just as Dean shakily loads up the weapon, there’s a pair of hands pulling it from his grasp as the dragon flaps its wings to retreat back into the trees. Dean looks up into fire-illuminated blue eyes and sputters for a moment. “What the fuck are you doing? It’s getting away!”

The guy just narrows his eyes and unloads the weapon before tossing it farther away, the clunk of the precious crossbow making Dean cringe. “Do not harm him,” is all the stranger says, voice just about as low as the dragon’s growl.

Dean huffs in disbelief. “He tried to kill me!”

“Because you frightened him,” he argues, keeping a steady hold with Dean’s gaze.

Dean’s eyebrows shoot up, mouth falling open. “I frightened him?”

The stranger nods, completely serious. “Most would be if someone came at them unexpectedly with a weapon.”

There’s a growl somewhere above them that Dean swears sounds like one of agreement with the guy’s words. He eyes the canopy uneasily before looking back at the stranger still standing above him. “Who the hell are you?”

“Someone who listens to what the world has to say,” the guy replies and Dean thinks he’s joking, but that stoic expression doesn’t waver for even a moment.

Dean snickers humorlessly. “Okay Chuckles, how about answering why you’re trespassing on our land in the middle of the night?”

The stranger stops, expression faltering only for a moment before glancing down at Dean’s hands. “You’re hurt.”

Dean’s eyebrows crinkle at the sudden subject change before rolling his eyes. “Wonder what could’ve possibly done that.” He shoots a pointed gaze upwards and a rumble of a growl answers him.

“I can help with that,” the man says and Dean turns his attention back to him, scoffing.

“What makes you think I want your help?”

The man’s mouth doesn’t smile, but a different type of light enters his eyes, something of amusement. “Because burned hands to a hunter are equivalent to death.”

Dean narrows his eyes at the guy. He’s not exactly wrong. Hunters rely heavily on their hands, on that power that comes from them. Being able to pull a trigger, hold a weapon steady, tie binds. He’s still eyeing the guy when he sighs, not waiting for Dean to confirm anything. “Stay here,” he says before turning on his heel and walking back off into the forest. Dean grumbles to himself, scooting a little farther away from the burning ground, the flames having died down but the radiating heat is still too strong to be very close, but it does provide warmth from the icy breeze.

“You try anything, I’ll blast another arrow in you, ya hear?” he threatens, glancing up in the tree where the Night Fury is still perched, staring down at him with those golden eyes. That’s when Dean finally notices the leather harness strapped around its body. Interesting. The dragon lets out a snort, eyes gleaming with a sort of taunting look to them. Huh. Gold eyes. He remembers red ones.

Not even a minute later, the stranger is returning with a large pack. Dean watches him, tracking his every move as he crosses the clearing and hesitantly sits down next to him, but not too close. He doesn’t glance up at Dean as he starts to dig through the bag, pulling out little pieces of soft looking fabric, a water skin, and a jar of green tinted paste.

“Hold out your hands,” the man says, practically a command and Dean obeys, though not without a glare. He watches as the guy soaks a strip of fabric in the water, sucking in a breath as it’s placed over the blistering skin. The coolness makes Dean jerk his hands back only for a moment before holding them steady once again, clenching his teeth to push past the pain. Blue eyes flicker up at him, softening before returning back to his hands. “Sorry.”

Dean just shrugs. “Been awhile since I got burned.” He pauses, jaw clenching as the same is done to the other hand. “So I think you got some explaining to do.”

A smirk pulls at those chapped lips. “Such as?”

Dean scoffs. “I dunno. Maybe let’s start with why you have a pet dragon?”

There’s a simultaneous snort from both the man and the dragon up in the trees. “Gabriel’s not my pet.”

Dean scrunches his eyebrows together. “Gabriel?”

He nods, peeling off the damp fabric and gingerly drying the skin with a new one. “Yes. What do you think his name is?”

Dean’s speechless for a moment. This guy has gotta be off his rocker. “They don’t have names. They’re oversized pests.”

Another growl from above. But the man chuckles under his breath. “I’d expect that response from a hunter, understandably. But yes, this is Gabriel and he is my friend. We treat each other as equals.”

Dean snorts, wondering if he’s still on that cliff edge, curled up in the rocks asleep. This has got to be some sort of joke. Before he can say anything though, the guy scoots closer, very much invading Dean’s personal space. “This will probably hurt,” he warns – though it’s not much of one - before touching his fingers to Dean’s blistered skin and he winces, biting back a strained groan. The paste that coats the man’s fingers feels like fire licking at his burns, a white hot sensation spreading across his palms and fingers.

“What the hell is that shit?” Dean asks through clenched teeth.

“A remedy I created. I’m no stranger to getting burned and I can assure you it’ll feel better in a few minutes,” he explains, that voice just a rumble in his chest. Dean looks away from the angry red flesh of his hands and studies the stranger again, getting a better look at him in the low light of the burning embers. It’s a nice distraction once he realizes just how attractive this guy is - long eyelashes that cast shadows over his cheeks, dark tousled hair that can only be compared to sex hair, the sharp line of his stubbled jaw, his pink lips that are wetted by his tongue every time the wind blows through and dries them. Seriously, he’s beautiful. The thought makes Dean cringe and he swears he’s going delirious from the pain.

“So, fearsome dragon tamer, you told me that hunk of scales’ name. Do you not have one?” Dean asks, his curiosity growing with each passing second about who this not so random guy is.

“Castiel,” he answers, not raising his eyes from Dean’s hands.

“Well, Cas,” Dean starts, shortening the name so it sounds like a jab but it comes out way too easy-going and laid back to be considered an insult. He blames the pain. “Have you ever considered that maybe you wouldn’t get burned so many times if you weren’t buddy-buddy with a dragon?”

Castiel’s lips twitch, his eyes doing that smiling thing again. “That’s the logical reasoning, yes, but accidents happen. I can be a little reckless at times.” Dean wants to give a smart ass remark but stops himself when there’s the telltale sound of wings flapping, tensing when he sees ‘Gabriel’ land not too far behind Castiel. “Relax, Dean. He’s not going to harm you,” he says casually, now focused on wrapping strips of the soft fabric around Dean’s paste covered hands.

Dean shifts his glare from the dragon to Cas, not sure who to direct his frustrations at but then freezes, narrowing his eyes at him. “How do you know my name?”

Cas’ hands only pause for a moment – and Dean swears he sees the guy’s throat bob with uncertainty – before calmly resuming his wrapping. “As someone who protects dragons, it’s beneficial to learn the names of those who hunt them.”

Dean tears his hands out of Castiel’s grasp, jaw clenching at the pain that flares up but he ignores it. “Bullshit. How do you know?” Cas stares back at him with a slightly panicked expression before looking away, not saying a word. “If you don’t start talking –“

“I overhear them,” he blurts out, interrupting Dean mid-threat.

Dean stares at him, unable to process the words. “You what?”

A sigh escapes Cas, a white puff into the cold air. “Whenever I make my stop here, I… I hear what people say. The Winchester brothers are a common topic of conversation and it wasn’t difficult to guess which brother you were.” He fidgets with his hands, cheeks darkening, but Dean’s not paying attention to that. He’s about three seconds away from knocking the guy out.

“What are you, some sort of spy? Why are you hanging around here eavesdropping?” Dean all but snarls at him.

Castiel shakes his head, still avoiding Dean’s gaze. “I don’t mean to, but if people are nearby, I have no choice but to –“

“Then why are you here?” Dean demands, not letting him finish, Dean’s patience running low.

“I free trapped dragons,” Castiel growls out, locking his eyes back on Dean’s. His eyebrows shoot up, though he’s not sure why he’s so surprised. This guy has a dragon as a friend for fuck’s sake. Cas seems to take the silence as an invitation to keep talking. “Dragons aren’t all you make them out to be, Dean. Many times they’re scared - striking out of fear for what they know hunters will do to them. I’m not saying there aren’t some darker souls out there, because there are, but they’re like humans. You just have to take the time to understand them.”

There’s so much Dean wants to say in response, but where the hell does he even start? It’s certainly not what he says next. “So you're the reason Charlie's traps suck?”

Cas furrows his eyebrows, clearly not expecting that response either. “I suppose to you they may appear as failures, but they’re more than effective. One of the best I’ve seen, actually.”

Dean studies Castiel’s face, the way he is completely serious about every word coming out of his mouth and he huffs a breath. “You’re one crazy son of bitch, aren’t you?”

Castiel shrugs, not seeming to take any offense. “You have your story. I have mine.”

Silence stretches between them then, Dean lost on what to say. Two sides of him are warring with each other, unsure what to make of this guy. He’d be lying if he wasn’t incredibly curious about what Castiel’s story could be, because how in the world does a human interact harmoniously with dragons? A Night Fury at that? It doesn’t make sense. It goes back as long as anyone can remember that humans and dragons are natural enemies. A mentality of ‘it’s them or us’. So what makes Castiel the exception?

On the opposing side though, Dean’s actively fighting every instinct to not try and put down the dragon just a few feet away. It’s like an itch he’s desperate to scratch. At the same time, if Castiel is working with dragons, he should be considered a threat too. Dean should be knocking Cas unconscious and dragging him back to the village to be dealt with. Not letting the guy sit too close and tend to his burned hands.

Dean barely realizes he’s been holding Castiel’s gaze this entire time until Cas’ body jolts, Gabriel having inched forward to nudge at his back. Cas breaks their eye contact to turn his attention to Gabriel, who lets out a soft rumble that almost sounds like a whine and motions with his chin towards his shoulder where blood is trickling down. So Dean really did graze him with an arrow.

Castiel gets to his feet without a word and inspects the wound, eyebrows furrowed in concentration. “I suspect you poison dip your arrows, correct?” he asks without dragging his attention away from the cut.

Dean shifts uncomfortably. “Um, yeah.”

Castiel simply nods before crouching down to dig through his pack again and brings out another jar, this one filled green leaves of some sort of herb. He unscrews the lid and grabs a small handful before shoving them in his mouth, chewing them up carefully and spitting them out in his hand. Dean watches in amazement as Castiel spreads the green gunk along the length of the cut, which is relatively small – and Dean may or may not be disappointed with himself. If this was a dragon hell bent on killing him, not only would he have died, but he didn’t even get a good enough shot in to take him out afterwards.

“So, you’re a dragon healer too?” Dean asks with a teasing edge.

Castiel shrugs as he secures long strips of fabric around the wound to keep the poultice from sliding down. “It’s wise to not only know what herbs heal burns, but absorb and cleanse a wound of poison. It’s a common tactic hunters use against dragons – taking them down from the inside. Besides,” Castiel pauses, packing away the jars, “Gabriel has a certain weakness for sweet things, which includes berries. Unfortunately, getting poisoned by the wrong ones time and time again doesn’t seem to stop the assbutt from eating them.” The annoyed look Castiel throws at Gabriel makes Dean snort in amusement, especially when the dragon huffs indignantly in response before padding over to the edge of the clearing and lying down.

“So all this time, we’ve been taking down dragons with arrows and blades when we could’ve been using berries?” he muses.

Castiel rolls his eyes. “I suppose if they eat enough of the wrong berry, yes. But most dragons are large enough that any poison by food only results in them being sick for a couple days.”

Dean nods slowly, letting silence settle between them, that internal conflict stirring again. He really needs to make a decision about what to do with these two but… why is he even questioning what the obvious call of action is?

“Dean!” A faint voice carries over the wind and rustling leaves in the trees. Fuck. Sammy. Dean glances at Cas, seeing the alarm in his eyes, body tensed in preparation to bolt. Or maybe to fight. Dean should’ve seen this coming – Gabriel wasn’t so quiet during their confrontation earlier. Of course the sound would’ve been heard from the village, despite it being a good five miles away.

Dean keeps his gaze level with Castiel, watching to see what his move will be, and the moment Castiel’s eyes flicker down at his pack, Dean doesn’t even think as he jumps to his feet to retrieve his crossbow from where it was thrown earlier and pulls an arrow from the quiver still secured around his body. He raises the loaded weapon to train it on Castiel, who’s in the middle of climbing on Gabriel’s back.

“Don’t even think about jetting off!” Dean yells, staring at them through the scope.

Gabriel snarls, lashing his tail as if he was about to attack but stops when Castiel rests a calm hand against his side. Placing both feet back on the ground, he hesitantly closes the space between them. Dean watches warily, not dropping his weapon from its position.

“Dean... please,” Castiel says quietly, a hint of pleading to the ember lit blue eyes. Dean clenches his jaw, moving his head just slightly so he’s looking at Castiel directly instead of through the scope.

“Cas, you know I can’t.” Dean tries to sound unbreakable, but his voice is strained at best. He really hates how doubtful he sounds, hates how wavering he’s being right now. Why is this so damn hard? Why can’t he just pull the trigger and send an arrow through him? Castiel’s a threat, he has to be. But there’s that gnawing voice in the back of his mind filled with doubt, making him question whether there’s gray to this black and white world he’s been living in all his life.

Castiel holds his gaze though, making Dean want to squirm from under it. “I think you know that if I wanted to harm your people, I would’ve let Gabriel finish off one of their greatest hunters.” Dean stays silent, trying not to hear the truth ringing in Cas’ words. “If you truly believed I was a threat, I wouldn’t be standing here right now.”

“Dean!” There’s the voice of a different hunter. Benny. Who knows how many more are on their way – probably Jo and Ash and Ellen and Charlie and Bobby just to name a few. Hell, maybe even Bobby dragged Rufus along too. With that many hunters on the way, Gabriel is basically a breathing corpse and Cas… he’s a dead man walking too.

Dean’s stomach twists at the thought and he growls, dropping his crossbow from position. “Come on.” He pushes past Castiel, stalking across the clearing and back the direction he originally came from. “You won’t be able to fly out of here. They’re too close and they’ve all come prepared. They’ll shoot you out of the sky,” he says over his shoulder, glancing back to make sure Castiel is following and jumping slightly to see him only a couple paces behind along with Gabriel.

“Would it be better if Gabriel and I hid and waited them out?”

Dean shakes his head. “No. There’s too many of ‘em. They’ll search the entire island quicker than you think. You have to leave.”

Cas nods slowly, not saying anything more as they make their way through the trees. Dean keeps his eyes forward, trying not to let the anxiety gnaw holes into his stomach while an ingrained mantra of ‘this is wrong’ echoes around in his head. They almost overshadow the weak voice that whispers ‘this is right’. Almost.

It’s only about a five minute walk with their brisk pace back to where Dean was settled in the rocks for his watch. At least Gabriel had the good sense not to be too deep into the woods when Dean found him. He leads them to the edge of the cliff, taking a deep breath before finally turning to face Castiel, who’s watching him closely. Though it’s not mistrustful in the slightest. He’s just… staring.

Dean clears his throat quietly. “This is where you get off. Um, don’t head south – they’ll be focused on this direction. Fly as close to the water as you can and follow the island around until you reach the north side. After that, get up in those clouds quick and you should be in the clear.”

Gabriel kneads the ground impatiently, tail lashing back and forth but Castiel doesn’t seem to notice, keeping his focus on Dean even after he’s done talking. “Thank you, Dean.” His voice is honest, and though his lips remain emotionless, there’s that small glitter to his eyes, made more prominent in the unobstructed moonlight that washes over them now. He raises his hand, hesitating before taking it back once again. He turns on his heel then and uses the harness to hoist himself onto the space just behind Gabriel’s head, attaching a tether from his belt to a ring on Gabriel’s harness.

Dean bites his lip as he watches him, not intending to say anymore more but his mouth betrays him. “Be careful, Cas.”

Castiel looks down at him, that smile spreading from his eyes to pull at the corner of his mouth. “Goodbye, Dean.” He tears his gaze away from Dean then to stare forward, saying an unfamiliar word in a commanding tone and Gabriel makes a satisfied growl, flashing a look that can only be described as mischievous to Dean before flapping his powerful wings once and diving down the side of the cliff, stopping just before they both crash into the rocks and gliding along the surface of the water like a another shadow in the night.

Dean stares after them even when they’re out of sight, stomach twisted tight the entire time. He waits for the impending relief, but it never comes. In fact, there’s only one thought in his mind that he can’t seem to shove away no matter how hard he tries. It doesn’t even make sense – why would he have even the smallest hope to see Cas again?

Frustrated, he rips off the bandages Cas secured to his hands and lets the wind grab them from the cliff, ignoring the pain that erupts from the rough movements. He needed to get rid of those anyway. Taking a deep breath, he casts one last look where Cas and Gabriel disappeared to, hating the little flicker that tickles his chest and stalks back towards the trees, using each step to erase every little detail of Cas in his mind, though it’s completely futile.