Chapter Tags: angst, mentions of murder, mentions of treason, lots of fluff, smut, p in v, mentions of pregnancy, more and more fluff
Chapter WC: 3100
A/Ns: This is it, the end of the road for these characters! I adored exploring this world, and I wanna thank Tina so much for commissioning it. And also Chi for being my go-to history guru and beta for this entire series. Love you both so much <3
The King’s Blessing Masterlist
Dean’s POV
Dean takes a deep breath as he straightens out his uniform and looks out onto the kingdom below him through the window. He remembers days with his father staring out of the window, down onto the land that the king promised would one day be his. Dean remembers thinking it looked so big, more buildings and fields than he could take in with one glance. The kingdom seemed endless, and it had made his father look like the most powerful man in the world to him. This one man had ruled all those people, they’d looked up to him, and they’d worshipped him. Dean has never forgotten the way the people of Lawrence blindly followed his father’s lead, treating him like a god.
It was one of the reasons Dean used to yearn for the throne. His father had been so powerful; untouchable. Dean wanted that, he wanted that feeling. He wanted to be a god to those people. But over the years, he started to see the cracks – the chinks in the armor. Being a king wasn’t what it was cracked up to be, and neither was his father. Dean thinks back to the ‘blessings’ John bestowed on the women of this kingdom, and feels a little sick. He feels shame that he used to long for the day he could bless women the same way his father did. He’s never been a saint in that department. He didn’t save himself for marriage like the bible intends, he didn’t even save himself for his betrothed. His first time was with a whore that John had paid to spend a few hours alone with him, and Dean hadn’t looked back.
For a long time, the idea of being with a girl that was pure and innocent appealed to Dean, but after that night – when John ripped Y/N’s innocence away from her – Dean’s not been able to think about it the same way again. He doesn’t want to ever be the reason some girl feels that way.
“Here,” Dean turns his head to see his brother approaching, handing him a glass of wine. “You look like you need it,” he smirks softly.
Dean laughs, taking it from him and nodding his head.
“Yeah,” he agrees. He takes a long swig and lets the warm, bitter taste soak into his tongue for a moment or two before he swallows.
“You can relax now, it’s done,” Sam tells him quietly, his eyes also looking out over the kingdom. “And you did the right thing, this kingdom needs a better king,” Sam adds, finally looking at his brother. “And Y/N deserved a better husband. You can finally claim what’s yours.”
Dean laughs softly, shaking his head. “I can hear her now, telling you that she’s not a possession that can be claimed.”
This makes his brother laugh and then nods his head. “You’re right. But you do belong together.”
“What about you? Aren’t you still betrothed to that girl in Harrington?”
“Who, Jessica?” Sam asks, shaking his head. “Yeah I guess, but… I don’t know, I’ve never even met her.”
“Well, speaking from experience, our parents got some things right, maybe it’s worth finally inviting her here, she’s surely of age now.”
“Yeah, but with everything going on, and as I’m not heir to the throne, there’s been no rush.”
“You deserve someone, Sammy, so think about it,” Dean urges.
Sam slowly nods his head, drinking his own wine. “Anyway, enough about me, this is a big day for you. Are you ready?” Sam asks.
“I think I was born ready,” Dean laughs, “it’s about time.”
“Yes, it is,” Sam agrees, clapping his hand on Dean’s shoulder, “your majesty,” he adds with a smirk.
Dean shakes his head and rolls his eyes, “there is one more thing I’d like to discuss with you, before we go out there.”
“Please, everyone, quiet,” Dean urges, raising his hand. The congregation fall silent at his command, staring at him expectantly.
Dean hadn’t expected the news of the king to spread so far and so quickly before his announcement, but there seems to be a lot of confused faces before him, and it’s about time that he set the record straight he supposes, get the terrible news out of the way to make room for the good parts.
“Today is bittersweet,” he tells them all. “I am very sorry to announce that my father – King John – is now with the Lord. We don’t know what happened, but rest assured that my brother and I will not cease until we find the truth.”
Once again the room alights in whispers and chatter amongst the crowds, and Dean takes a deep breath for a moment and licks his lips.
“This kingdom needs a new King,” he reminds everyone, “one fit for a Queen as lovely as ours.” Dean can hear the nerves in his own voice. He’s never been very good at addressing crowds, especially not ones as tentative as this. And he’s not used to delivering news, or having to seem ruthless and in so much control. This has always been his father’s role. He clears his throat. “As you know, a kingdom without a king is vulnerable,” he reminds them all. “Which is why, after seeking counsel with Father Shurley, the Queen has agreed for me to take to the throne as her new king, just as we were betrothed upon her birth to do so.”
Again there are hushed whispers, and Dean’s paranoia gets the better of him; they’re all judging them, they’re all concluding the truth, that he killed his father to win back his one true love, and without a king on the throne right now, there’s no guarantees that their people will wish to turn their backs on their late king quite so soon. He glances around nervously, seeing the way people are looking at him, but one person – he doesn’t exactly know who – begins to applaud and cheer at the announcement. Soon the entire congregation are joining him, and Dean begins to realise that the buzz had been an excited one. People are welcoming him, and are happy for the two of them. Maybe more people than would care to admit wished to see John dead, too.
“So gather your loved ones, and let’s celebrate this new joining,” Sam announces, joining Dean’s side. “The ceremony will begin at noon.”
Dean watches as men and women bow and courtesy in the aisles before leaving the hall, heading in all different directions to prepare themselves for the celebrations, and Dean feels Sam’s hand on his shoulder.
“See, that wasn’t so bad, was it? Are you sure this is what you want?” he checks. Dean glances over at his brother, staring him in the eyes for a long moment.
“I’m positive,” he nods, happy with his decision.
With one set of nerves out of the way, Dean looks down at his feet and shuffles them, a new set of nerves settling in instead. He doesn’t remember the last time he was this nervous, the thoughts of the last time they tried to do this creeping into his mind. He’d been so excited, but John had ruined everything in so little time. Dean can’t believe how much his father got away with as the king. John failed his kingdom in many ways, and his family in more ways still. But that’s over now. The people of this kingdom won’t be failed again, not while Dean is still alive. And as for their family – that’s the most important thing to Dean, and he’ll make sure that Y/N knows that every day for the rest of their lives.
He’s waited for this moment for so long, it hardly feels real. And sure, he had to go through a lot to get here, but he’s here now and that’s all that matters. There’s nothing getting in his way anymore.
“Turn around, De,” Sam whispers softly, and as Dean does, he sees her, standing at the top of the aisle dressed all in white.
Dean feels his breath leaving his body, his heart stopping in his chest. In fact, everything seems to stop; time, his heart, the whole world. But then she smiles as she gets closer, and everything starts again, the music comes back into focus, the quiet whispers of appreciation catch Dean’s attention from the pews, and he feels like he’s back inside his body.
As she starts to ascend the stairs to join his side, Dean suddenly can’t breathe once more, completely blown away by how beautiful she is. She bites her bottom lip anxiously, giving him a small smile, and he can do nothing but stare at her for a long moment, before Father Shurley clears his throat and prompts them both to turn his way.
The vows are a bit of a blurr, but Dean is just eager for that moment; the one that tells him that it’s all official, they are now husband and wife like they’ve waited nearly twenty years to become. He begins to shake his leg nervously, awaiting the moment with bated breath, until finally, Father Shurley says those words, the ones that means they finally did it.
“I now pronounce you man and wife,” he declares.
Dean doesn’t care that it’s improper, he doesn’t care that as many people in the kingdom as possible are watching them right now. He reaches for Y/N and pulls her close, pressing his lips to hers. She giggles against his lips and then kisses back, and Dean smiles into the kiss, so happy she’s finally his.
“Your highness,” Father Shurley interrupts, clearing his throat. “If you’d kneel for the coronation.”
“Oh, no,” Dean corrects, reaching up to dry his lips. He glances at Y/N who just beams at him. “I thought you were told.”
“Told what?” Father Shurley urges, frowning slightly.
“We will be renouncing the throne,” Y/N announces, biting her bottom lip excitedly as she looks back at Dean.
“My brother will be taking the throne,” Dean confirms.
The whole room – that had been alight with celebration – falls quiet, and Sam awkwardly smiles towards the priest, waving his hand slightly as if to offer himself up.
“I see,” Father Shurley nods, before clearing his throat. “Then I suppose we are through with the ceremony,” he concludes.
“Great, then I’ll take my wife and be gone,” Dean smirks, taking Y/N’s hand to eagerly lead her down the aisle so they can get a moment alone.
“Are you sure this is what you want?”
Dean turns around to face his new wife, watching her play with some of the lace detail on the skirt of her dress.
“Of course it is,” Dean confirms, nodding.
“Didn’t you always want to be king? I think you’d make a great one,” she urges.
Dean hands her her wine and sits beside her on the couch by her fireplace.
“Not as good as Sammy, besides, all I want to focus on is you and our family.”
“Sam doesn’t even have a queen,” Y/N reminds him. “Maybe we should wait to renounce the throne until he’s married?” Dean frowns softly at her, a small smirk forming on his lips. “What?” she presses.
“Sounds to me like you’re changing your mind,” Dean prompts.
“I’m not, I just want to be sure that we’re doing the right thing for this kingdom, and for us,” she argues softly.
Dean sighs and reaches up, cupping the side of her face. “Spoken like the kind of woman I want to mother my children,” he smirks.
“Prince Dean,” she scoffs, feigning shock. “I am barely your wife and already you’re trying to get under my skirt.”
“But you are my wife, and we should probably consummate the marriage,” Dean urges.
“Before the banquet?” she gasps, tutting and shaking her head.
“C’mon, you know how long we’ve waited for this, you’re finally my wife,” he reminds her, just the very words making him feel kinda fuzzy inside.
She giggles, dropping her little act of shock. “And I finally stopped bleeding too,” she urges.
“Well then, all the more reason…” he trails off, pulling her face closer to his. “Besides, Sammy isn’t officially the king yet, so I’ve gotta try and get a baby inside you before he gets any ideas about stealing you.”
“Oh, I’m not going through that again,” she complains, chuckling.
But Dean silences her, pressing his lips to hers and feeling her kiss back. He eagerly begins to stand, Y/N not taking her mouth off of his as she also stands and blindly follows him towards the bed. Dean begins to feel for the ribbon keeping her corset tied, and pulls it loose, pulling at the silk woven in and out of her dress until it’s growing loose around her. Y/N moans softly into the kiss, beginning to try to blindly undress him in return, and between them they start to strip each other of more and more clothes until they’re both naked.
When they pull apart they both just stand there, staring at each other with their chests heaving from their unsteady breathing, and Dean can’t quite believe how lucky he is. She’s his now, for life. This is the woman he gets to live for – live with. This is the woman he would die for, fighting for her honour, fighting for her happiness and freedom. He’d have done anything to get to this moment in time with her, and Dean realises that regardless of his physical state of undress, he’s never felt so naked and vulnerable before. It doesn’t scare him like he thought it would, though.
Y/N steps forward and kisses him passionately once more, and Dean wraps his arms around her and lifts her off of her feet, laying her down on the bed. He leans over her feeling her arms wrap around his neck, keeping him close, and he moves his mouth to her ear.
“Let me use my mouth on you,” he commands softly.
Y/N moans gently, but then she bucks her hips up against him, and he realises just how hard he’s gotten from just this moment with her.
“Maybe next time, I just really need you,” she urges, looking up at him with wide, soft eyes.
“Well I’m not going to say no to that, am I?” he scoffs, leaning down and peppering kisses along her jaw. “Are you ready?” he asks, dragging his teeth along her lobe.
“Stupid question,” she retorts playfully, making him chuckle.
Dean settles himself between her legs and kisses her once again as he reaches between them, wrapping his hand around his cock and guiding it towards her entrance.
Y/N whimpers softly spreading her legs wider, but Dean’s not met with much resistance, just wet warmth that welcomes him in and wraps around him perfectly. He closes his eyes softly as he feels her adjust to him, and then she wiggles her own hips and prompts him to begin to move, thrusting softly to begin with, before picking up the pace a little when she begins to moan and writhe beneath him. Dean can’t help but moan too, gasping for air as she clenches around him. He wants to go faster, fuck her harder, but the other part of him doesn’t want this to end. He wants to savour this moment and feeling for as long as he can, and maybe if he holds back just a little, he can drag this out. Y/N certainly doesn’t seem to mind.
He fucks her that way for several minutes, the two of them capturing each other’s mouths in lazy kisses, slow and soft and steady, and Dean’s lungs are on fire, but he doesn’t want to stop, no matter how much his cock is throbbing and his balls are tightening. But he knows this won’t be the last time he gets to lay with her like this; they have the rest of their lives for more of this.
But he wants her to feel good, and he thinks back to one of the girls he spent a few nights with back in Campbell, and reaches between their bodies to remember what she’d taught him. Dean’s fingers find the small bud between Y/N’s legs, and she screams out, looking at him with wide eyes. Dean pulls back, worried he’d hurt her for a moment, but then she smirks slightly.
“That felt good, do it again?” she urges.
Dean once again rubs his fingers over the nub, and just like before, Y/N moans loudly arching her back off of the bed. Dean doesn’t stop, watching her grow more and more frantic, her body starting to writhe harder and harder beneath him, clenching and unclenching around his length. He watches in awe as she finally screams out, and begins to pant, reaching down to softly push his hand away.
“What was that?” she asks, a little alarmed. “No one has ever made me feel like that before.”
Dean feels smug about that fact, and kisses her again, feeling himself so close to the edge now, he doesn’t manage to catch himself as he falls over it. He holds himself over her carefully as he comes down from his high, and kisses her lazily when he eventually rolls to his side. She’s still for a moment, a dopey smile playing across her lips, before she begins to move around, twisting in her place to lift her legs and rest them on the headboard of the bed in the air.
“What are you doing?” he questions.
“Oh,” Y/N replies, a little sheepishly. “Your fa– King John,” she’s quick to correct, “he sought counsel about me bearing a child, and apparently this helps,” she explains.
Dean frowns for a moment and then laughs softly. “My love, I was joking about the Sam thing, you know that right? I’m in no rush for you to bear my child, we have all the time in the world for that.”
Y/N frowns but then sits up slightly, dropping her legs. “You’re not?” she checks.
“Of course not,” he confirms softly.
“Your father was.”
“Well I’m not my father,” he reminds her, reaching out to cup her face softly.
“I know,” she agrees, “and that’s one of the reasons I love you so much.”
Dean smiles softly, and leans forward to kiss her again, feeling like maybe they’ve finally had God’s blessing, and it’s about time, too.
The End
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