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Words Unsaid

Part 1

Genre: romance / mutual pining / fluff / angst / royal au

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female Reader

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: only a few swears in this one I think, also some talk of sex. Does sword fighting count? However there will be some major triggers in later chapters. These will be tagged appropriately on the relevant chapters, but please only read if you’re of age and comfortable.

Dividers by @talesmaniac89

Series Masterlist || SPN Masterlist

I thought I’d try something with a few chapters for a change. I expect there to be around 5 in total. Hope you enjoy a royal au! Thank you to @spnexploration for the encouragement and title ideas!

You swing the sword high above your head, feeling your shoulders burn as it arcs down gracefully. Sam instinctively shifts his body to the left, meaning your hit misses your target by a few inches. From the corner of your eye, Bobby shoots you a look.

"You're distracted,” he growls.

You’re not distracted, far from it actually. You’re angry. Dean was supposed to be here thirty minutes ago and for the second time in just a few hours he was late. Although, could you even call it late if someone just didn’t show up at all? You’d been in the Walled Gardens, waiting for him as planned at six o’clock but he had never arrived. After nearly an hour of waiting it had started raining and so you had finally decided to just head back to your quarters, a little concerned as to what could have happened.

This morning however, you had been sat at your dresser, pinning back your hair when you heard two of the castle maids giggling madly. You had been intent on ignoring them, that is until you heard his name. You had leaned closer and heard all about how amazing he had been the previous night. About all the things he had done.

Instead of meeting you.

You are not jealous though. You’re pissed that he’d rather spend his evening with some trashy maid than you. And now you’re pissed that he is late this morning.

Maybe he’s with the maids again.

Spinning around, you aim another hit at Sam that he easily blocks and then manoeuvres around to push you back. You stumble over your own feet but stay upright. He grins at you as he spins his sword, but says nothing as he circles you slowly. The frustration continues to build up inside you, but you bite it back. Instead, you swing again as hard as you can but Sam is still too quick for you. He blocks you and then twists your arm, flinging your sword to the edge of the courtyard.

Bobby sighs heavily. "Stop letting your emotions get the better of you, Princess. Use it instead."

You roll your eyes and put your hands on your hips in frustration. He nods to your sword. "Pick it up and go again."

Sometimes you really hate Bobby.

You walk over to your sword, knowing Sam is still doing that annoying grin behind you. Picking it up casually, you spin swiftly, hoping to catch him off guard. He chuckles as he moves, deflecting your blow with ease.

"Where is Dean?"

It’s an innocent enough question and you know Sam well enough to know he isn’t trying to anger you more on purpose. Yet, the frustration hits you like a wave regardless. Just the fact he even thinks that you would have any better idea of where his stupid brother is than you. You frown as you duck under his next swing, remaining low to the ground as you kick your leg out. He easily steps over it though and lightly taps your ankle with the flat edge of his sword. You twist back with a huff and reposition yourself.

"I have a few theories." You say through gritted teeth as you step forward and swing hard, aiming for his stomach. He blocks you. Again. You turn and swing but even you know it's a sloppy hit at best. Sam once again manoeuvres his arm sharply and your sword flies away. He brings the sharp side of his weapon to the base of your throat and smiles gently at you before taking a step back and giving you space.

"You're letting emotions rule your movements. Sam has killed you three times." Bobby calls from where he’s circling the two of you fight. "Channel the feeling. Use it to power you, not direct you."

As you glance in his direction, you notice his eyes drift over to the entrance behind you. "Glad you could finally grace us with your presence, Winchester."

Your stomach tightens as you inhale sharply, turning slowly to regard Dean. He is leaning against the gate, arms and ankles crossed casually. His green eyes are full of mischief and a sly grin tugs at his lips. His dirty blonde hair is stuck up slightly and you can’t help but roll your eyes before walking over to your sword and retrieving it. You have a few theories on how his hair got like that too.

"I do believe the Princess is more needing of your lesson today, m'lord." He pushes off the wall and unsheathes his sword. "The way she's fumbling around like a bloody idiot."

White hot anger licks through you as you look to Bobby who just regards you with his usual frown, no doubt seeing the fire in your eyes. He nods his head to Sam who opens his arms, allowing you and Dean to take the floor.

You step forward as Dean mockingly bows to you, his eyes still alight with amusement as he looks into your own. Another thrill of anger pumps through your veins and before you even think about what you’re doing you’ve stepped to the left and swung hard at his midsection. He snaps up quickly and blocks your blow, chuckling. You hear Bobby huff from somewhere behind you.

"Feeling feisty today, eh Sweetheart?" He swipes for your ankles but you quickly jump, easily falling back on to the balls of your feet and using the momentum to swing once again. Your blade clashes with his and you feel a grim satisfaction when he loses his footwork. You smirk.

"You have no idea."

Pulling back, you swing again, forcing him to duck. Taking advantage of his lowered position you kick out, hitting his leg and forcing him to fall into the dirt face first. A laugh bubbles out of you loudly as he scrambles to push himself back up, a scowl now etched on his face. His eyes lock with your own, green eyes glinting dangerously.

"I’ll get you back for that, Sweetheart."

You bounce on your feet and pout mockingly. "You shouldn’t make promises you can't keep, Winchester."

"Oh, I intend to keep this one." He spins and swings and you are forced to bring your blade up in front of your body to block it. The hit leaving your arm ringing with the vibrations of metal against metal.

Anger seeps into your veins. "Didn't know you were capable of keeping promises,” you grit out through clenched teeth.

He quirks an eyebrow at you, frown deepening before swinging again, hitting the outside of your thigh with the blunt edge of his sword.

"Focus, Y/n!" Bobby barks behind you. "Use it!"

Dean smiles at the command, used to the elder man’s orders. He falls back, allowing you a second to refocus. You take a step toward him, ducking under the swing that you expected from him before spinning yourself. You land a solid hit against his sword, but just as his brother had done earlier, he uses the leverage to twist his arm with yours. Before you can react he pulls you closer and you stumble into him, his face so close you can feel his breath on your nose.

"Yes, Sweetheart." His free hand grips your hip teasingly. "Use it."

His tone is all innuendo and you see red. You practically throw your sword to the ground and use both hands to forcefully push him away from you. Then you do something that surprises all four of you.

You punch him right in the face.

He drops his sword and stumbles back, his hand flying to his right eye where you managed to catch him. "Bloody hell, woman!"

You regard him coolly, panting slightly as you arch your eyebrow. Your hand is throbbing but you determinedly ignore it. You turn your back on him and look at Bobby instead. Next to him Sam is bent double with laughter, and even Bobby is struggling to fight a smile, his lip twitching.

"How is that for channeling my emotions?"

He finally loses the battle and chuckles. "Very well done, Princess. I think we should call it a day."

You return his grin easily and sheath your sword, not even bothering to look back at Dean as you walk past him and back into the castle. You flex your hand as you walk though, trying to shake away the dull pain that radiates through your fingers. You’re half way up the stairs when you hear rapid footsteps behind you.

"Sweetheart!" You keep walking but his footsteps only quicken.

"Hey!" He lunges and grabs your arm causing you to almost tumble back down the stairs. Your hand grips the railing as you right yourself and turn to face him.

"What the hell?" You exclaim, yanking your arm from his grip.

"Don't 'what the hell' me! You’re the one who gave me a black eye for no reason!"

"You’re so dramatic, you do not have a black eye." You sigh, but as your eyes rove over his green ones you can already start to make out some bruising. You bite your lip in an effort to keep from smiling. His eyes follow the movement but they are back on yours so fast that you convince yourself it was your imagination. You would roll your eyes at yourself except that you’ve done it so many times today already, you’re worried they’re going to roll right out of your head.

"Care to explain what I did to warrant such harsh treatment at the hands of a lady?" He spits the word lady so it sounds more like a curse word. That quickly wipes the amusement from your face and you glare again before continuing up the stairs. He falls in to step behind you.

"We were simply practicing."

"Sweetheart, we have had sword lessons together for nearly five years, and this is the first time you have punched me in the face. Would you stop for just a moment?" He sighs heavily and reaches forward again, tugging lightly on the belt loop that holds your scabbard around your waist. "And for Gods sake tell me what the hell has gotten into you today."

You spin so fast you almost knock him down the stairs. "You Dean! You have gotten into me!" His eyebrows shoot up and the cocky grin plasters itself over his stupid face and she slaps her hand over his mouth. "Shut up." If possible, his eyebrows rise further. "You know, I quite frankly don't care what you do or who you do it with, just don't waste my time in the process."

His forehead crinkles as his eyebrows pull together. You finally remove your hand from his mouth with a sigh and quickly add before he can speak. "You could have just told me yesterday afternoon that you no longer wanted me to meet you in the gardens. I don't particularly enjoy standing in the rain waiting for someone who has no intention of showing up."

Realisation finally dawns in his eyes and he reaches forward. "Sweetheart, listen, I-"

"And I would very much appreciate it if you didn't fuck the castle maids, particularly the ones who serve in my quarters." His eyes grow comically wide as the vulgar world tumbles from your lips and he visibly pales. "I have no desire to hear about your conquests as I get ready for my day."

You look at him with raised brows as he opens and closes his mouth a couple times, rendered speechless. Your heart clenches painfully and you forcefully remind yourself to pull yourself together. He is your friend, your very best friend, and that is all he will ever be. All he wants to be. All you want to be. You nod as the anger finally drains away and leaves you feeling quite exhausted.

"My father is waiting on me." You lie quietly as he continues to stare at you in horror.

"I'm sorry I punched you in the face." And with that you turn and hurry up the steps, moving as fast and far away from him as your tired legs will carry you. You find the door to your father's study easily and slip in quietly, careful to not disturb him at his desk. He looks up anyway, a soft smile replacing the look of surprise.

"Everything okay?"

You collapse into your favourite worn leather chair on the opposite side of his desk and huff out a short breath.

"Do you mind if I sit here, for just a bit? I'll stay quiet."

"Stay as long as you'd like." His kind eyes search your face, for what you’re not sure. He must find it though as he gives you a small, indulgent smile before turning back to the open log book on his desk. Your father is very perceptive when he wants to be, and you wonder what he is thinking. Instead of asking though, you reach forward and pull the large book of maps he keeps on the corner onto your lap, and let your fingers dance over the cracked leather of the cover.

You both sit just like that for a long stretch of time in comfortable silence, you regarding the extensive maps of both your own realm and others while your father sits at his desk, scribbling into his log every so often. It isn't until the sun begins to set and colorful light dances along the office walls that you put the book down. You close your eyes and tilt your head back just as the door to the office opens bringing with it the wonderful smell of freshly baked breads and cakes.

"Why is Dean sulking around the kitchens with a black eye?" Your mother's voice is airy and light. She must have been down in the kitchens, helping prepare for dinner.

"I daresay for the same reason our daughter has swollen knuckles."

Your father. Very perceptive.

You lift your head back up just in time to see your parents exchange a meaningful look. Your father absentmindedly rubs a scar on his eyebrow, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. Your mother returns the smile, her eyes soft and very much in love before she perches on the edge of the desk. She reaches for your hand, running her fingers over the bruised skin lightly. She quirks one eyebrow.

"Do you wish to talk about it?"

You sigh. "Not at all."

Your father chuckles but they thankfully drop the subject. You bite your lip and look down, fiddling with the fabric of your tunic.

"Do you think I could have the maids removed from my quarters? I'm pretty sure I’m old enough to be making my own bed."

There is a heavy silence and you know without looking they’re exchanging another silent conversation. Sometimes witnessing their love was really irritating, they needed nothing but a simple look to convey everything. You chance a glance up and your father is looking at you thoughtfully. Your gaze flickers to your mother who is frowning softly. But she seems to catch herself and gives you a serene smile.

"Of course, dear. Not a problem at all."

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