Chapter 25

Castiel was very surprised. He did not know what to think. Dean did not have any secrets from him, but this time he stubbornly kept quiet and refused to say where they were going. The Saxon was begging him to say what was happening, but Dean's only words were "It is a surprise." Castiel did not have any other choice and simply gave in.

This time Dean chose to sail by a smaller ship, which could fit in twenty six men. Castiel was looking in the water, his hand splashing in the cold, early morning sea.

"Hey." The voice startled Castiel. He turned around and his blue eyes instantly were met with the glittering emerald lakes. "Still pouting, are you?" Dean chuckled and put a chaste kiss on his lover's lips.

Castiel blushed slightly. Despite the fact that all the Vikings and the whole town knew about their relationship and did not have any problems with it, the Saxon was still shy.

"Trust me Cas, you will like it." Dean sat beside him and wrapped his arm around the smaller man's shoulders.

"I trust you, Dean," Castiel answered with a fond smile.

"Good. Did I tell you that I like your long hair? Don't cut it." The Viking played with the Saxon's dark locks, which were reaching under his shoulder blades. "Good for pulling," he added sexually in his ear, taking a chunk of it with a playful tug.


Castiel was astonished when he recognized the familiar island. They had come to his homeland, the Isle of Wight.

"Dean…" He stared at the Viking, astonished. "What are we doing here?"

"You will see. Now we will rest a little and then I want to take you to someone. Alright, let's get on the shore." Dean grabbed a barrel of ale. "Ale is always good," he added with a wink.


After walking for six exhausting hours, Castiel, son of Alric, lord from Isle of Wight, was frozen in place. He was not able to utter a word and could only gaze at the massive stone walls of the manor. It could not be true! Alastair had destroyed his house. It was definitely a dream. An evil, mocking dream. Dean was standing beside him and rest of the Vikings behind them.

"What is this?" he whispered. His voice was tense, almost at the edge of sobbing.

His question went unanswered. The gates of the manor opened and twenty armored men came out. With slow but steady steps, they walked towards the newcomers. They stopped in front of shocked Castiel. The man in the center of the group, who was in his late sixties, looked at the Saxon with a genuine and kind smile.

"Welcome home, my little lord."

Castiel's vision blackened and he swayed. Dean, who was grinning sheepishly by his side, grabbed his arm and held him in place.

"Al… al… fred?" Castiel stuttered and reached out his hand to touch the man before him.

"Yes, it is me," the man nodded. His smile grew even wider.

The Saxon could not control his emotions anymore. He lunged forward and hugged the older man. He buried his face in Alfred's chest and whimpered.

"It's alright. It's alright, my little lord." Alfred was patting his back. He threw a worried glance at the Viking. Dean just shrugged awkwardly.

Finally Castiel lifted his head and stared at the man with a teary face. "But how? How is this possible? My house… you… how… I don't…" he panted heavily, overwhelmed with emotions.

"I was wounded heavily when Alastair attacked us. But I survived," began Alfred. "Last year, Dean the Berserk came to our island and he asked around if anyone had survived the massacre. That's how he found me. He knew how painful it was for you to lose your manor, so he gave me money and asked to find the best builders who could rebuild your house. I knew every single corner of the manor, so I gave them orders on how to build it properly."

Castiel stared at Dean, who fidgeted nervously.

"What? It was not a big deal, really." The Viking squirmed under his gaze and stared at the bug on his hand like it was the most interesting thing in the world.

Alfred cleared his throat. "You need to eat and rest." He motioned them towards the gates. "There were a lot of people who wanted to serve you. So, I gave them a job at your manor. Basically, I am the bailiff, but if you want someone else to do the job…." Alfred began, but he was interrupted.

"No!" Castiel shouted. "I do not want anyone else for this position!"

Alfred laughed heartily. "Come, with us. You look awful, milord." Alfred turned around and slowly walked to the gates.

Castiel grabbed Dean's hand, squeezing it tightly. "What would I do without you? How can I thank you?"

"Oh, please, Cas," Dean patted his cheek. "I just wanted to make you happy."

"There are no words that can express my gratitude for what you have done for me. And probably I will never be able to thank you properly."

"Oh, trust me, you can thank me," Dean stated with a mischievous grin.

"Really? How?" The Saxon asked naively and his eyes lit up with a hope.

"Tonight. In bed." Dean waggled his eyebrows.

Castiel's lips stretched into a wide smile and he laughed. "So insatiable," he joked, shaking his head.

"Uh-huh." Dean nodded. "Can't get enough of you. Oh, and one more thing, Cas," Dean grabbed the Saxon's wrist gently. "I cannot stay at a foreign place for a long time. A maximum of seven days. "So…" Dean added awkwardly, "if you want to, you can stay here…" he started, but he was cut off.

"Stay here without you? Never!" Castiel said with a smile. "Seven days is fine with me. But can we come back from time to time?"

Dean sighed in relief. "Of course. Alfred will run the manor while you are with me. We can come here every two months for seven days. What do you say?" Dean wrapped his arm around Castiel's waist as they walked towards the gates.

"Perfect," purred Castiel. He looked over the hills, where the sun was setting. His heart and soul felt light. It seemed that he was blessed by all existing deities.

Castiel stole a quick kiss from his lover before entering the gates. The familiar scents and memories flooded his mind. The Saxon inhaled the scent of wood and freshly cut grass. He closed his eyes and laughed happily.

The End


Author's Notes:

Hi everyone!

First of all I want to thank all of you for reading my story and leaving your wonderful reviews. This really means a lot *hugs and kisses*

I want to share some things with you about this story, how it was written and etc etc.

In the beginning I was not thinking that I would write a multi chapter story. I was aiming for maximum 5-6 chapters, but then ideas started to pop up in my head and I just went along.

I did not have any problems with writing or ideas till chapter 11 (the smutty one) that dirty, old Viking song really gave me a headache :D I was thinking really hard about the text and rhymes, so finally I was able to come up with something.

Writing chapter 13 was really funny! Just imagine, I'm sitting at work, my colleague's desk is in front of me and I am writing the part where Gunda is sacrificing that poor woman to Hel. I'm all serious and dark and ominous, writing the incantation. And I bet my face was so insane that my colleague asked me if I was alright :D I said "yeah, fine" and in my mind I'm screaming "Come forth beyond the veil of darkness". Ok, so then he leaves the room for a few minutes and suddenly guess who comes into the room? A priest! :D

He's my colleague's friend and came to visit him. And I'm sitting there with imaginary blood on my hands and a crazy face, and he keeps looking at me strangely. I'm thinking "Hehehe, no shit I'm gonna be exorcized now!" But no such luck, unfortunately he left :D

When I was writing chapter 17 – when Cas recalls his childhood and a puppy story, very strange thing happened. I found a little puppy in the street and I named it Castiel. He was so small that I had to bottle feed him in every 3 hours. I did not sleep for 2 weeks, till he grew up a little. He thought I was his mommy and would wobble after me. He's a big puppy now and greets me with happy yelping whenever he sees me :D I love him so much )))

In the end I want to say that this is my first big story. I really love Norse mythology and Vikings and wanted to throw our guys in those dark ages. I know a few people who started to read this story but stopped, telling me that they were out of character. Well, yes they seem to be out of character a little, but I wanted them to be different. Sorry, but if you want 100% original characters go and watch the show. In my opinion you can take a character and change him slightly, add some features, whatever. The bottom line? I am not forcing anyone to read the story.

Once again, thank you very much, all of you for being with me and reading my story, enjoying it and making me happy.

I LOVE YOU!