Start Making Sense

In the year of our Lord, 1123, king Michael the VI waged war against his cousin Lucifer the IIId, king of England and duke of Normandy. Many brave knights fought beside him. They believed in God and the forces of evil.

Such soldier was Castiel Oktavian, leader of his own garrison, all brave soldiers with a heart of gold set on defeating the evil lechery of Lord Lucifer.

Castiel's garrison was the bravest group of men in the whole Kingdom. On occasion, the stupidest too.

"Balthazar, we must descend now! My vassal has spotted the Horsemen!" –Castiel shouted at Balthazar from outside the small cottage.

"Love knows no hassle, my lord!" –The voice of Balthazar came out muffled, as more moans and breathy sobs came from the confines of the four walls.

Damn his men and their lust.

"Lord Castiel! They have spotted us!" –Gabriel, Castiel's trusty, if annoying vassal quipped from down the field.

"Curse you Balthazar and your lecherous ways! Onwards men!" –Castiel yelled over his men, who gathered in a heap behind him, ready for battle. Castiel wrung himself on his horse, stuck out his mighty sword, dropped his helmet over his face, arose his armor and left with a battle cry.

"Charge!"- And with those words, he and his men in a hassle of movements left for battle, set on defeating Lucifer's most prized warriors.

Although they were only four of them, they all had rings of black magic, courtesy of their Magician , whose name remained a secret, never to be revealed, never to be spoken off.

This was the fight Castiel and his men waited for, this is the one that counted the most.

If this fight was won, all that was left was trapping Lucifer, but more importantly, it was Castiel's turn to marry. If they won, Lord Michael would grant him marriage to a wench of his choice, the permission to leave descendants.

As they gained in speed and space, Castiel met the worst of them, the one they called Death. His men rushed towards the other three, swords clashing, blood gushing and sparks flying.

But, the one they called Death was his, Castiel had sworn on defeating him. He wore the name of Death, for they considered him to be undefeatable, immortal even.

Castiel was one of the most praised knights in the whole country, he had slain many more evil doers, he did not cave in front of a challenge such as 'Death' itself.

He raised his sword and with a cry made a swing at the man's greasy head, noting through the man's armor the sight of very shallow eyes, wrinkled and spotted skin.

In a flash Death's sword came to meet his own, eliciting a ring from the clash. Castiel's eyes squinched in anger, but still concentrated on flicking his elbow according to Death's movements, searching for a flaw in his defense.

They circled each other on their horses, Castiel's white knight of a horse named Grace, and Death's black monster, whose eyes shone like a dark void.

With a winning cry Castiel heard the satisfactory slice, as Death's head flew away of the body. Alas, the victory was short lived as Castiel noticed that as the slash was made, there was no blood sprinkling, and upon closer inspection at the throat, the bone was grey and tethered, looking burned, and the flesh was black, the throat emitting not blood, but smoke.

Castiel's confusion was short-lived as two black, tentacle like muscles ripped free from the throat and grabbed the forgotten head, carrying it in one fluent movement back in its place. And as a snap of bone and muscle was heard, Castiel saw a deadly smile in Death's eyes. In a flash, Death's sword was up and with more force and speed than ever he attacked Castiel.

Castiel, though taken by surprise, was trained for this, and quickly pulled his concentration back, fighting back with as much dedication and force.

Calculating, thinking of ways to defeat this immortal, Castiel came upon a strange flash of color. Giving a brief glance to Death's hand that held the horse's reign, he noticed a big square ring, which shone in gold and green.

Black magic.

Castiel remembered the spells of the local witches, remembered how the particularly evil ones needed a ring to hold the power.

Castiel allowed himself to smile, as he could almost taste victory, and with a quick swing he cut the man's hand away, hearing the final scream of a dying man.

He watched as the man started to trash and sob, finally sizzling into a pile of ash, as his horse did.

Castiel huffed as he took in the scenery that stood before him.

Piles of ashes slowly being taken by wind lay between the strands of greenery. He checked his comrades, all huffing and catching their breaths after a tiring battle. He counted them all, only two men lay dead between the grass fields.

This was a victory.

Establishing that, Castiel took off his helmet, dropping it to the ground with a sigh. He ran a hand over his face, brushing the droplets of sweat that lay there, pushing his greasy, unkempt hair back. Three months on the battlefield proved to have taken a toll on him and his body. He scratched at his scruff briefly and turned to his men, who silently awaited his next command.

"Victory!" –He cried, raising his sword, as his men did, and on went the cheering and laughing as they made their way back to their kingdom.

-/-

Back in the safety of their kingdom the men were welcomed as heroes, and in their honor there was a feast in the main hall of the castle.

The long miles of the table were filled to the brim with food and drink, around the men women danced to the small band of folk music, seducing with the movements of their hips, civilians came to offer their gratitude to the knights. The man sat at the table laughing and chatting, relishing in the fruit of their victory.

Castiel eyed the men with pride. He had done good to his kingdom.

"Settle down, men. Settle down." –King Michael arose from his seat at the head of the table, goblet filled with wine in his hand.

Castiel glance at his king, happy to have earned his seat at the right side of his king. The noise grew to a stop as the women scattered away, and the men grew silent, all attention to their king.

"Today we won an important fight. The road to victory is near. You will all be rewarded for your labor. But, today, we give sir Castiel, his much awaited reward."- And with that king Michael lifted his cup in the air, as all men cheered in union, raising their glass in kind. King Michael gestured for Castiel to stand, and he did, trembling with anticipation.

"But, I must warn you. As much as this is a reward, this is also a challenge."- The crowd grew silent with confusion. Castiel's brows furrowed at the change of event. He felt a dark pang of feeling strike his chest.

"You are to wed lady Deanna of Winchester." –This rose a united gasp from the men. Castiel's moth dropped open as he heard the spoken name, realizing the meaning of it.

Lady Deanna was the princess of the Winchester kingdom. Little was known of her but a lot was spoken of.

Tales spoke of a dragon that guarded the Winchester castle, of forests enchanted with black magic, of demons and trolls that strode their land. The Winchester kingdom was a mystery for all.

Only few people have ever seen the Winchesters, they mostly communicated with other kingdoms through messengers.

Although, a lot was said for Deanna. Those who had had the honor to see her, spoke of her beauty, of tan, sun kissed skin, of rosy freckles that spotted her soft skin, of puckered, bow like lips of an angel, of golden locks of silky hair, and green eyes as the bloom of spring.

This was surely a challenge.

But, it was worth it.

"This is a mighty difficult task, as you must already know. But, if you manage to complete this task, you will be ruler of the Winchester kingdom, as is tradition. I grant you permission to use help from our Magician, Crowley. Are you accepting, Castiel?"- King Michael spoke.

"I have never declined a challenge."- Castiel answered with conviction.

King Michael smiled, as all men around them rose in a cheer, giving them both a standing ovation.

-/-

"Sire, I beseech thee to stop this nonsense! This is a too high task, even for you, my lord!" –Gabriel the peasant ( and village idiot ) spoke from Castiel's side, as they made their way to the dark chambers of the magicians room.

"I have dealt with greater obstacles, Gabriel." –Castiel dismissed his vassal.

"Sometimes, you seem a greater fool than me, sire..."- Gabriel huffed the words.

"Silence before I smacketh dee!" –Castiel lost his patience as he threw a warning glance back to the peasant.

Gabriel was a menace, and more of a burden than a help he was. But, Gabriel had always been by Castiel's side. Even though the peasant was of low rank, he was still very faithful to him.

Although in times like this, when he was being disrespectful, Castiel wondered why he even took him in.

Finally, they stopped in front of a dark, wooden door, swollen with moisture and dirt.

Castiel pushed the door open, immediately reaching a hand to his nose to stifle the strong aroma of weeds and potions.

They made their way inside, being careful to not push at the multiple tables, stuffed with books, bottles, pages upon pages, jars with conspicuous items, even a dead goat hung from the wall.

"Crowley!"- Castiel managed to retrieve his hand, grimacing still at the strong smells.

"Lord Castiel! What a pleasure! What a pleasure indeed! Come! Come now!" –Crowley, the magician came from beneath a table, knocking his head in his haste. He wore a long, dirty, black wizards cloak, his face was scruffed and his eyes were rimmed red.

Castiel felt a bit put off by the wizards attitude. He had seen Crowley at times, and the man always struck him as mischievous. He had something off about his gaze.

"I have been told everything! I know everything, my lord, I am all ready for you!"

"How are you even aware what magic I need?"

"I am a wizard! I know all! I know you need to find the castle of Winchester, do you not?"- Crowley grinned in a gruesome manner.

"Well, yes..."- Castiel felt a little unsure of the whole situation but, king Michael trusted this man to be the kingdom's magician so he should trust him too.

"Then come! Quickly, now!"- Crowley ushered them through the rows of gimmicks, under the dim light of the sunset.

"My vassal will be joining me."

"Yes, yes ofcourse. Now, now drink this, quickly!"- Crowley said as he held a goblet at Castiel's nose. Castiel took the cup hesitantly, eyeing the blood red liquid there and, against his better judgment took a deep gulp, handing the cup over to the smaller man, wincing at the burn in his throat.

"What exactly will this spell do?"- Castiel's voice came out even gruffer than usual, as his vassal coughed beside him, gagging from the liquid.

"This tastes like a nun's bottom!"

"Do not disrespect the sisters!"- Castiel exclaimed as he threw a punch over the peasant's greasy locks.

"Oh, oh, not much, just remove you from my lord, Lucifer's plans." –Crowley chuckled darkly.

"W-What?"- But, Castiel couldn't concentrate on what was said, as he could only catch faint mutterings in Latin, before the whole room started swaying, his vision blurring, eye lids dropping, stomach clenching, chest burning.

And before he knew it, he found himself falling, and falling, deeper and deeper and deeper.

Until he felt a heavy thud, his body hitting ground.

Soft ground.

He hear faint musings before he caught a glimpse of what was before him.

Freckles. Deep and rosy, pelted over tan skin. Bright, vivid green eyes looking confused and a tad irritated.

"I have found you my princess."- Were the last words he uttered as he felt deep sleep cloak over his mind and body.

-/-

"Dude, did this guy just call you 'his princess'"- Sam couldn't stifle the chuckle from his voice, as he stood beside his brother, who was hunched over the fallen man's form.

"Shut up, bitch" –Dean huffed the words, as he turned to glare at his brother.

"Jerk."

So I really hope you liked it. I pretty much have this all planned out. This was inspired by 'Les voyagers' or 'Just visiting' as is the American version. At first I wanted to make this just a crack fic, but I got caught up with all these things I wanted to portray, so here you go! Although next chapter will have lots of more funnies, you know, Dean teaching Cas about the modern world, Cas not getting references, some Sabriel...

So, if you liked it, and if you're interested in reading more please feel free to review and also give some critique. :)