A/N: So for those of you who have the wonderful pleasure of knowing what the musical this story is based off of is, I love you. I love you all regardless, but still. I had the marvelous opportunity to perform in this play (Once On This Island). It is a love story and the more I thought about it the more I thought of making a Destiel version of it. Almost all of your favorite characters are here! I WILL be using the Gods' names in the play, but they will have human names and will be four characters you know by heart. I will be changing the names of some songs, changing some minor details, and making minor adjustments to some of the lines to fit the characters and rearranging the order of the songs, but the storyline will stay the same. Anyway whether this gets no reviews or a million, it's something I've wanted to do. So, here it is. Enjoy!

Prologue

We Dance/The Sad Tale of the Winchesters

"Wait up Anna!" Zachariah, a young boy cried out as he ran after his sister. "I wanna hear the story too!"

"Well c'mon then Zach," Anna yelled back to him as she ran a bit faster. "I don't wanna miss it! Michael said he was only telling it once today!"

Zachariah and Anna ran as fast as their legs would carry them. The birds chirped loudly as the sun shone down on the pair. Anna silently praised Asaka, Goddess of the earth and nature as their feet hit the dirt. Zachariah and Anna jumped over the babbling brook in the woods until they reached the main part of their village. The villagers smiled and waved as the pair ran by. An elderly man poured a pitcher of water into the cups of a few other villagers who had been working hard in the fields that day. They happily waved to the young children as they sped past. Zachariah followed Anna around two adult men who smiled at them as they continued their trek towards the storytelling hut. Children gathered around a man with jet black hair and deep brown eyes, he wore slightly torn clothing from the poorer living conditions on their side of the island, but he also wore the biggest smile the children had ever seen. Michael had one child climbing up his shoulders like a spider monkey and he let out a joyful laugh as the child fell forward into his lap and he caught him. Anna and Zachariah slid into the dirt in front of Michael, Anna landing at his feet and smiling apologetically.

"Well," Michael chuckled and helped her sit up. "Someone's eager."

"I'm finally old enough to hear this story Mr. Michael," Anna cried out. "Zachariah and I wanted to get a good seat!"

"I see," Michael chuckled again, he did that a lot. "Well then since everybody's here, I suppose I can start this tale. Now I must warn you children, this story is not something to be taken lightly. It is a tale of life, love, and sacrifice."

"Ew," Zachariah gagged. "Love is gross!"

"I assure you child," Michael smiled at him. "One day you may aspire to have a love as strong as the one I'm about to speak of."

Zachariah crossed his arms in protest and Anna leaned in, wide eyed and ready. She loved stories, but this one was one of the ones she'd wanted to hear for a long while. Once everyone was settled in their places and stopped fidgeting, Michael began…

"There is an island," Michael said. "Where rivers run deep. Where the sea, sparkling in the sun, earns it the name: Jewel of the Antilles. An island where the poorest of peasants labor and the wealthiest of Grand Homme play. Two different worlds on one island. The Grand Hommes with their pale white skins and their fine rich ways, owners of the land and masters of their own fates and the peasants poor as dirt, eternally at the mercy of the wind and the sea, who pray constantly to the Gods."

Michael pointed to the children to say what he was going to say next. The peasants' prayer. It was engrained into every child's brain from day one on their side of the island.

"Asaka grow me a garden." Zachariah said, still half paying attention.

"Please Agwe don't flood my garden." Another little girl meekly said.

"Erzulie who will my love be?" Anna sighed and swooned a little.

"Papa Ge," all the children said. "Don't come around me."

With that, Michael began the rest of his wondrous tale…

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"Such powerful and temperamental Gods ruled the island the peasants and the Grand Hommes had come to call home. Asaka, Mother of the Earth and Goddess of Nature, Agwe, God of Water, Erzulie, the beautiful Goddess of Love, and Papa Ge, the sly God of Death and everything associated with dying. The peasants were the first people to inhabit the island, besides the Gods. Every day they lived in constant fear of being eliminated and eradicated by the Gods when their wrath was rained down, sometimes literally by Agwe, upon them. The peasants worked tirelessly every day to appease the Gods and also to earn enough food for the entire village. Everyone worked as a team, dividing the labor, planting the crops and harvesting them, and of course everyone took time out of their day to pray to the Gods who had thankfully let them stay and call the island their home.

But one day, the Grand Hommes came. They were not of the island's descent. They were mainlanders, from America of all places. Why they had decided to settle on the island, the peasants did not know. All they did know was that they disliked them immensely. The Americans made their home on the east side of the island, building up fabulous and expensive hotels and other buildings and eventually creating a whole city. They wanted nothing to do with the peasants of the island and cast them away. They forced them into exile on the west side of the island where they have remained ever since. But this story is not about them, no, it is about a young peasant boy and the Grand Homme he dreamed of carrying him away from his peasant life and the rich Grand Homme boy who slowly, but surely fell in love with the peasant. This, my children, is the story of Castiel and Dean.

But first I must give you a brief history of our Grand Homme boy: Dean. The boy's name was Dean Winchester, a boy from another world, another people, a people from America. Way before Dean was born, four generations had passed in the time of Napoleon and there came to this island an original American, Samuel. He sought the potential this island had to give. He built a great fortune and he built a grand mansion for him and his beautiful wife. Things were great for them. But Samuel had a secret.

Samuel enjoyed taking pleasure from the women who served him, young peasant girls from the village beyond their borders. The loveliest one bore him a son, such a fine peasant son at that. His wife was unaware. When the boy was born he was named John. Such a powerful name for a young boy who was to carry on a legacy. He was beautiful child, half American, half peasant and he didn't even know it. The only one who knew the secret of his heritage was Samuel. Quickly time passed and boy grew to be a man, but the Great War began.

Peasants fought against the Americans, they hated Samuel and everything he stood for, it was bloody battle full of death and destruction, Papa Ge was most delighted that day with his tributes, but the peasants won in the end and Samuel knew he had to leave before things got worse. He was preparing his leave by boat, when his wife had told him she couldn't bear to have their abomination of a son on board with them. He couldn't come with them. Samuel grew to agree with his wife and grew a strong hatred towards his son. When the day came for Samuel to leave, he had to break it to John.

"You cannot come with us," Samuel said. "I am sorry son."

"Why not," John asked angrily. "Papa, you promised!"

"I know what I said," Samuel sighed, then glared at his son. "But you are an abomination! You are not of pure bloodline; you cannot come back with us!"

"It is your fault I am not of pure bloodline," John yelled, unsheathing his knife. "You pig! You scoundrel! I'll kill you!"

"Fine then, I curse my only son," Samuel bellowed. "I curse all of his sons! All Winchesters yet unborn!"

John was shocked. Samuel pushed him back, away from him, as if he were the dirt underneath them himself.

"Your low peasant blood will keep you forever on this island," Samuel begun to stomp away. "While your heart yearns forever, for America!"

Samuel strode away from his son and John pulled himself to his feet. John dusted off his shoulders and glared at the back of his father's disappearing head. He held back tears as he took off back into the city. In the deserted the mansion that his father and mother had left behind. John ran to his room and wiped the tears running down his cheeks. He stared into his mirror, breathing heavily, hands clamped down hard on the edge of his mother's vanity that had been moved to his room years ago. He stared into his own eyes and saw nothing, but his father's glaring face. John threw everything off the vanity, it shattering on the marble floor and he stood up straight. So what of his father's curse? He thought his father wrong; he was going to continue his legacy here, the legacy his father had laid out for him so many years ago.

And with that he did. He stayed in his father's and mother's mansion. He married a beautiful woman from the city named Mary and together, they had a son: Dean. Little did John know, his son Dean was part of a bigger destiny than even his, a bigger fate that the Gods had pre-arranged. A fate involving a young peasant boy. A boy named Castiel.

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"Dean has peasant blood," Anna interrupted excitedly. "That means they're meant to be! They have to be together! Right?"

"As much as I enjoy your enthusiasm young one," Michael replied. "I still haven't told you the rest of the story yet."

"But do they end up together in end," Anna swooned again and Zachariah gagged. "In love!"

"Well," Michael smiled. "You'll have to wait and see won't you? Now, where was I…?"

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