Bonus Round 1

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You better promise me I’ll be back in time...

Welcome to our official bonus round one. Bonus Round 0 is now officially closed! Don’t worry, though – BR0.5 is open for one more week alongside this round. This time, the theme is historical settings.

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Edit: This round is now closed. You may still leave fills if you wish to, but no further points will be awarded.

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Castiel/Sam - Victorian (Team Dean/John)

[actualanimedeanwinchester]

She was an acutely beautiful woman; a face of all sharp, sculpted angles that accented her sleek, thin-waisted form, taught and strained against bright violet satin. Amongst the throng of the other young dames that flirted and giggled with young men, she stood out amongst the rest in Castiel's eyes, despite how much the lady appeared to be mingling out of the crowd, purposefully. Perhaps hesitantly, nervously.

The young lady kept her interactions with others brief, but cordial and exquisitely lovely; a smile gracing one here and there, sincere apologise had she be in another's way (that happened twice, Castiel catalogued), but she very rarely opened her mouth to speak and she had a taking to perching her lovely self in the chair by the window. An observer, like he, Castiel mused, as his bright blue eyes bored upon the lady's form, unwavering.

"Are ya gonna sit there all evenin' on ya lonesome or are ya gonna musta up ya courage an' woo that little lady?"

Castiel's head whipped to the source of the southern woman's voice and his face began to redden, being caught. He stared up at the lady nervously and his breath caught a little bit at her beauty, albeit she paled in comparison to the dame across the room; her even more slender of a frame, clad in expensive yellow ruffles. Her huge, bright green eyes that smoldered him accusingly, but playfully, and the teasing freckles that kissed her face.

"Well?" The woman pushed, almost smirking at his bashfulness. "Ma sister would be just plum ecstatic ta have someone ta talk ta, 'specially someone as handsome as you."

Castiel swallowed nervously, briefly noting that either his caravet had shrunk, or his throat was closing up. "I- I am not good with women in the slightest."

She snorts, rather unladylike, Castiel thought, and waves a slender gloved hand in dismisal of the thought, replies: "Aw, naw! She ain't good with men either; I think y'all have a little somethin' in common right here- somethin' ya can't ignore, go on after her! Jus' don' mention anythin' 'bout her height-- poor girlie's real self conscious 'bout it."

Castiel looked up at the woman then over to her sister, and mustered up all the confidence he could afford, and stood.

Dean smiles as he sees his brother's face begin to light up as Castiel awkwardly, but charmingly, makes his introduction.

--

Something clicked that night. Something that made Sam's heart swell every time he met with Castiel; nearly once a week at locations that ranged from dining halls, formal parties like their initial meeting, and the theatre. Castiel gathered the courage one night to place a gentle kiss atop Sam's red lips, and from then on, Sam was enthralled, drunk off of this man. There was no way he could come out of this relationship alive. At this rate, what if marriage pops up in his mind?

"Stop worryin' Sam!" Dean barks as he tightens his brother's corset. Sam doesn't even realise he was rambling aloud until he found that his words caught in his chest in a gasp as the corset wrapped around his form. "Jus' work up to it! It'll be fine."

"Dean, it won't just 'be fine'," Sam remarks heatedly as he rummages for the powder for his face. "Being queer isn't 'just fine'; why else would Dad be protecting us this way?"

At that thought, Sam stops in fear, turning to his brother with a worried gaze. "Dad doesn't know Cassie's been courting me, right?"

"Nope. Jus' thinks ya finally started gettin' all comfy-cozy with who you are, that you're not so scared to go out in public without me any more." Dean's suspender strap droops over his dirty work shirt as he shifts his weight to his other foot as he watches his brother put himself together.

Sam let out a giant breath of relief and returned to applying the powder on his face. The restraints of having to really live his life took a toll on Sam sometimes; having to be a woman to be permitted to skirt around with men. Their father thought of it up when Dean was going through a crisis when he was younger, he was queer, he was gonna go to the Institution all locked up, Dean thought, but their father wouldn't allow that to happen, devised a plan for Dean to pose as a woman whenever he left the house. Allowed him to be mildly queer; he could kiss men, but anything of a sexual nature was forbidden, as it would be quickly clear that Dean was not actually a woman. Dean accepted that, would stick to flirting with men shamelessly, then dump them off for another. It worked. It was safe.

But Sam thought it was a lonely life. But he was thankful for the love their father felt for them to spare them for an even lonelier life to be lumped with the crazy.

--

"I have a confession to make."

Sam looked down at Castiel, as the walked toward the road of her home. "What is it, Cassie, my sweet?"

Castiel paused before guiding Sam to a more private sector of the street.

"I do wish to be brutally honest with you, as you are the only woman I've ever felt my heart swell for.

And I'm entirely thankful that you have came into my life. My brother, he pushed me to go out to speak with others, speak with ladies. Or I was to land in the Institution-- but I didn't want to speak with the ladies."

Sam couldn't breathe.

"But you- you've cured me, Ms. Samantha, my lovely flower. I don't have to leave anymore. And for that, I'm eternally grateful, bless you, Samantha."

"...Cassie-" Sam started as he noted the emotion beginning to pour from Castiel's eyes. "Cassie, dear, there's something I need to tell you, too."

--

Sam stayed holed up in his room in the attic for a week. Dean understood, understood when Sam bounded up the stairs in a hurry one evening, refused to tell anything to their father. Dean didn't want to tell Sam, but he had a feeling this was to happen.

"'m worried 'bout that boy."

"It'll be okay, Dad. It'll be okay."

--

"Ya here for a conjuring?" John's voice was gruff and matter-of-fact as he viewed the young, blue eyed man, not wanting to deal with any costumers in the slightest. Not while Sam was still locked upstairs, nothing for John to do about.

"N-no, I am not here for any supernatural appointmentship, no."

"Then what do ya want, sir?"

"I'm here to see Samantha."

John's eyes widened and his demeanour relaxed. Perhaps he could get some answers about Sam's behaviour? He nodded, something short of flabberghasted, and allowed the man in to be seated at the table, saying he'd fetch his daughter shortly.

"Deanna, we've gotta guest; fetch 'im a brew of tea, would ya please."

--

Approximately 15 minutes later, after Castiel was glared down by Sam's sister (she was perched haughtily in her father's chair, steaming like her cup of tea), after he heard the master paranormal communicator, Jonathan Winchester, pound on a door upstairs and heard some muffled yelling (and then the unclick of a lock, then the reclick of a lock, then some more yelling, a poignant yell of "YOU TOLD HIM WHAT", and some feet scuffling and perhaps furniture being thrown as Dean's glare never wilted), finally did he see John descend the steps, exhausted looking, before he threw a glare upon Castiel as well before retreating to the kitchen. Dean set down his tea and accompanied his father as the man sat there alone. Uncomfortably alone in the paisley-wallpapered dining room where he knew many a ghost was summoned in that very room.

--

Sam felt weird leaving his room without at least a petticoat on.

He felt even weirder when he saw Castiel's eyes widen, heard him gasp.

Sam felt warm when Castiel, his Cassie, Mr. Cassie, stood and rounded the table to get closer to him.

He felt even warmer when he heard Castiel whisper: "You look as beautiful as you did before."

Sam said nothing. Didn't want to ruin anything he might get to save.

"I have come to terms with my thoughts, Samant-- Sam. It took me a while to accept myself, and you."

--

Dean smiles to himself as he sees his brother clad in his fanciest of dresses, walking arm in arm with the man he loves, out the door to the opera.