"A Place That Is Not a Place"

This is my first story here on . This is a Destiel story that is based in the 10th Kingdom universe. I was bored and this is what came of it. Yeah...Anyway, for the most part I already have my characters set up with who they are supposed to be similar to in the 10th Kingdom story (those who have not seen/read the 10th Kingdom really should befor reading my story, otherwise it won't make much sense). I will continue this if I get good reviews.

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or 10th Kingdom. Supernatural belongs to Eric Kripke and 10th Kingdom belongs to the Halmark peoples and what-not. I only own this very strange fanfic.

Chapter One

The 9th Kingdom…

Prince Dean sat in the carriage, ignoring the babbling of his gigantic little brother Prince Sam, and watched the countryside pass by. He and his brother were told by their caretaker, Bobby, that they needed to visit the prison where the Evil King was kept. Dean was in a foul mood because of it. He and his brother weren't going to be accepted by some people because of the fact they were wolves (rather Were-wolves, but they were called wolves) and some people just wouldn't see past that, despite the fact Dean was going to be King of the 9 Kingdoms.

"It's not going to be that bad," Sam told him. "It's not like we have to talk to him or anything. Bobby just wants us to make an appearance so the people know we care about them."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. I still don't have to like it," Dean grumbled, tugging absent mindedly at the pale green jacket he wore over his black shirt.

New York, in some apartment…

Castiel was getting ready to head out to the restaurant he worked at when he heard his older brother, Gabriel, swear outside their apartment. He strode out, pulling on his trench coat, and stopped near the shorter man who was crouching in front of the elevator control box.

"Still no luck?" Castiel asked, tilting his head ever so slightly to the side.

"No!" Gabriel snarled, smacking the box.

"How pathetic," drawled a voice from behind. Gabriel turned to see Zachariah, the guy who owned the apartment building, walking up to them.

"I thought you said you were going to have this fixed," Zachariah sneered. Castiel and Gabriel both hated Zachariah. Actually, everybody hated Zachariah. He was a pompous jerk who tried to make everybody's life difficult. Zachariah seemed to pick on Gabriel and Castiel the most out of all his tenants.

"It was fixed. But it broke again," Gabriel growled.

"Then fix it again," Zachariah told him, "Or I'll throw you and your brother out." Castiel stopped Gabriel before he could lunge at the older, balding, man. Zachariah smirked and left.

"I have to get going Gabriel. Please try not to get into too much trouble while I'm gone," Castiel said, giving his brother the big blue doe-eyed look. Gabriel sighed and nodded.

"Fine. I'll behave," Gabriel agreed. Castiel gave him a tiny smile and headed for the stairs.

The 9th Kingdom, Prison…

Dean and Sam entered the prison, expecting to be greeted graciously by the guards and the man that ran the prison; but no. There is no-one there. The stone hallway is empty and cold.

"Well, I'm sure glad we went out of our way to come here AND NOT BE GREETED BY ANYONE!" Dean shouted into the dim hall.

"Dean, shut up. Maybe there is something going on that requires the guards' attention," Sam chided. Dean huffed and started down the hall. Sam rolled his eyes and followed.

They were about to round the corner when Dean was thrown against the wall by an invisible assailant.

"Dean!" Sam exclaimed before he was attacked as well, this time by a visible shape. Dean grunted and struggled against the force keeping him pinned to the wall. A brief shimmer of gold fell towards the ground, revealing a troll around his own height. The troll grinned maliciously, revealing two tusk-like teeth in place of lower canines.

"Well, well, if it isn't Prince Dean," the troll growled.

"And Prince Sammy," added the female troll which pinned Sam to the floor. A third troll had joined her and was holding his arms down.

"All right, that's enough. Harry, Maggie, Ed, get over here," came a bored voice from the direction Sam and Dean had been going in. A short, slightly balding, man wearing black robes walked into the light coming in through a small window. A dark brown Great Dane was standing next to him.

"Yes, of course you're majesty!" Harry, the troll pinning Dean to the wall, exclaimed. He let go of Dean and went to stand near the man. Maggie and Ed left Sam and stood next to the other troll.

"Prince Dean and Prince Sammy," drawled the man in his heavy accent, looking them over, "So nice to see you again."

"How the hell did you escape! You were in the maximum security ward!" Dean demanded, getting to his feet.

"Harry barrowed his fathers magic shoes and some Dust. The guards here are morons and these three," the man gestured to the trolls, "helped me out."

"You're not going to escape," Sam told him as he stood. The man shrugged and patted his dog's head.

"Go get 'im boy!" the man exclaimed.

The Great Dane woofed and ran up to Sam. It stood on its hind legs and placed its front paws on Sam's chest. Dean made a startled sound as a glittering gold light surrounded the two. The dog shifted and changed until a second Sam was visible. The real Sam looked shocked before he started to change.

"What the hell!" Dean shouted. Sam was now a Great Dane and the dog was now Sam. Sam, now a dog, whined and took off past the trolls. Dean took the moment of surprise to follow.

"What are you idiots doing! After them!" the man hollered. Harry and Ed ran after the brothers.

"They can't escape, we're in a prison!" Maggie pointed out with a roll of her eyes before running after her stupid brothers. The dog, now Sam, turned to the man with a confused expression.

"Where's my tail?" he asked.

Sam found an open door and ran through and down a flight of stone stairs. He jumped down the last couple and over to a group of objects covered in sheets. Sam pulled at one and it slid down to reveal and ornate gold mirror. Sam wuffed and pawed at one of the circular designs on the side of the mirror. It moved and the glass began to shimmer and ripple like water. He hesitated, looking at the mirror, then at the stairs, before jumping in.

New York, Central Park…

Castiel was riding his bike through Central Park (a short cut from the apartment to the restaurant) when he saw a shape jump out in front of him. It was too sudden for Castiel to move and he crashed into whatever it was. Castiel let out a surprised oof as he hit the ground. He slowly sat up and rubbed his head.

"What the…" Castiel muttered, getting to his feet. He looked over to the shape on the ground and, with a brief gasp, ran over.

"Oh! I'm so sorry," he apologized to the dog, who was now sitting up. It was a dark brown Great Dane and from what Castiel could see the dog didn't have a collar. Castiel reached out and pet the dog's head, making sure he hadn't caused it any damage. The dog looked up at him and woofed. Castiel stood and frowned slightly, contemplating. He sighed.

"You don't have a collar and you don't seem rabid. I suppose you can come with me to work, but then you're going to have to go on your way. I can't take care of a dog," Castiel told the Great Dane. The dog looked around and then up at Castiel with a confused expression.

"Come on," Castiel said. He picked up his bike and headed in the direction of the restaurant. After a moment the dog followed.

Dean found himself nearly falling onto bright green grass after jumping through the mirror. He had followed his brother's scent (he smelled foul by the way) down into the cellar of the prison and over to the strange mirror before going for it. Dean had no idea where he was and the strange buildings with many lights looked foreign to him. The people here must have been rich to afford so many candles.

Dean shook his head. He didn't have time to wonder about the strangeness of where he was; he had to find Sam. Dean sniffed at the air and caught two scents: his brother's and one so very, very nice smelling. He took of in the direction the scents.