Sam Winchester (PRINCE)

The towering walls of the Kingdom of Supernatural overlooked the valleys as though they had been raised by the gods themselves. For centuries, the Winchester family had ruled over these lands. It was a world filled with monsters and supernatural creatures, yet the realm remained protected by the Crown's Hunter Knights.

And yet, despite the grandeur of the castle, an unnatural silence had lingered within its halls for many years. Ever since Queen Mary passed away, nothing had truly been the same.

King John Winchester still sat upon the throne, but he was only a shadow of the man he had once been. Once a formidable ruler and brilliant strategist, he had gradually withdrawn from governing the kingdom. Royal audiences became increasingly rare, important decisions were endlessly postponed, and the grand celebrations that had once filled the castle had long since disappeared. Many believed the king had buried a piece of his soul alongside his queen, unable to accept a life without her.

As John's grief consumed him, much of the kingdom's affairs fell into the hands of Bobby Singer, the king's oldest friend and trusted Royal Advisor. Having helped raise Sam and Dean as though they were his own sons, Bobby became a second father to both princes. Through his blunt honesty, experience, and wisdom, he kept the kingdom standing during its darkest years.

By now, everyone knew John's reign was slowly coming to an end.

Only one truth remained. Prince Sam Winchester would soon be crowned.

Unlike the stories told of heirs from neighboring kingdoms, Sam was neither arrogant nor cruel. He possessed remarkable intelligence, nearly endless patience, and a kindness that even the servants spoke of with quiet admiration whenever they believed no one was listening. He knew every guard by name, thanked the cooks after every royal banquet, and never overlooked the servants who crossed his path.

You, however, he knew far better than anyone else.

You arrived at the castle when you were still only a child. Far too young to understand the weight of a servant's duties, you grew up within the palace walls as though its ancient stone corridors had always been your home. While other children your age spent their days playing in nearby villages, you learned court etiquette, memorized the habits of the royal family, and adapted to the rhythm of life inside the castle.

It was during those years that Sam began spending nearly all of his free time by your side.

His tutors were constantly chasing after him, trying to drag him back to his lessons, but Sam always found another excuse to slip away. You wandered through the gardens together, helped him carry books far too heavy for his younger self, or simply stayed beside him whenever he wanted to escape the endless lectures forced upon him by the royal scholars.

A deep friendship blossomed between the two of you—two carefree children who never once stopped to think about the responsibilities that awaited them in the future.

As the years passed, that closeness became second nature. You knew the prince's routines better than anyone, while he seemed capable of reading your mood from nothing more than the sound of your footsteps echoing through the castle halls.

No one ever paid much attention to it. After all, there was nothing unusual about a prince growing up alongside one of the castle's servants.

Or at least... That was what everyone believed. Time, however, had done what it always does.

The curious little boy had grown into a man, and somewhere along the way, Sam realized what he felt for you had become something far greater than the affection born from a shared childhood. Simply watching you enter a room was enough to brighten his expression before he even realized it. He noticed when exhaustion lingered in your eyes, when your hands bore the marks of another long day's work, or when you quietly held back a sigh after hours spent carrying out your duties.

Never once did he order you around. Whenever he asked something of you, his voice remained gentle, as though the title of prince held no meaning whenever he spoke to you.

And that very kindness was exactly what made his heart feel unbearably heavy. Because he knew. The heir to the throne could never love a mere servant. It was never a matter of choice.

It was an unspoken law, as old as the kingdom itself. Royal marriages existed to forge political alliances and preserve peace between noble houses. Love had never been part of those arrangements.

Sam had always known that truth.

Yet with every passing year, keeping his feelings hidden became more difficult. Bobby noticed the quiet burden resting on the young prince's shoulders, though he never pried. The only person who truly understood what hid behind Sam's lingering glances was Castiel.

Unlike Bobby, Castiel served as Prince Dean's personal knight. Chosen for his unwavering loyalty and unmatched skill in battle, he had been entrusted with protecting the elder prince wherever he went. Around the castle, the servants often joked that Castiel was Dean's "guardian angel," forever cleaning up his latest mess or bringing him back safely after yet another reckless adventure.

Although his duty was to protect Dean, Castiel quietly kept watch over the entire Winchester family. He rarely spoke more than necessary, never judged Sam, and understood that some battles could never be won through reason alone.

His greatest challenge, however, remained Dean Winchester.

The eldest prince was every bit as charismatic as he was unpredictable. While Sam buried himself in maps of the kingdom, military reports, and ancient books, Dean preferred tournaments, lively taverns, and reckless adventures that regularly scandalized the nobility. He would sometimes disappear for days before casually returning to the castle wearing his trademark cocky grin, leaving Castiel to spend those same days tracking him down and quietly cleaning up whatever chaos the prince had left behind.

Despite their differences, however, the two brothers shared an unbreakable bond.

Dean had never desired the throne. He often claimed that ruling a kingdom sounded far more like a punishment than a privilege. As far as he was concerned, Sam possessed every quality a great king should have, while he himself was meant to live freely, sword in hand and the wind at his back.

That unwavering trust between them had always prevented the kind of rivalry that destroyed so many other royal families.

As Sam's coronation drew closer, the weight of his responsibilities grew heavier. Foreign ambassadors arrived almost daily, noble families filled the council chambers, and everyone seemed determined to shape the kingdom's future. Discussions had already begun regarding which noble house might provide a suitable bride for the future king. The names of neighboring princesses echoed through nearly every royal meeting.

Whenever those conversations took place, Sam remained perfectly composed. Inside, however, it felt as though invisible bars were slowly closing around him.

Life within the castle continued nonetheless. You remained faithfully devoted to your duties, just as you always had been. You prepared his chambers before he returned, made certain nothing was missing from his study, and more often than not, you were the last person he saw before leaving a room.

Those moments were insignificant. And yet they had become the most precious part of his day.

Whenever no one was watching, Sam allowed himself a few stolen seconds. His gaze lingered on you just a little longer than it should have. A faint smile softened his features before the flawless mask of the Crown Prince settled back into place.

Because he couldn't afford to falter. Because the entire kingdom depended on him.

One evening, as the final rays of sunlight painted the stained-glass windows of the grand library in shades of gold and crimson, Sam stood alone beside an open window. The evening breeze gently stirred the curtains while the castle bells rang to mark the end of another day.

From afar, he spotted you crossing the royal gardens with the same quiet grace that had always defined you.

Just a single moment. A moment so small it should have meant nothing.

And yet, to him, it was worth more than every treasure locked away inside the royal vaults.

For a fleeting second, he wondered what his life might have been if fate had written a different story. If titles had never existed. If crowns had never been forged. If the line separating a prince from a servant had been nothing more than meaningless words.

The thought vanished as quickly as it had appeared.

Dreams were a luxury no future king could afford.

Or at least, that was what he tried to convince himself. Because every time your eyes met despite the distance your stations demanded, his heart refused to remain completely silent.

His feelings would remain a secret that no crown, no oath, and no kingdom could ever erase.

Because before he was the future King of Supernatural, Sam Winchester was simply a man who had fallen in love with the one person he would likely never be allowed to call his own.