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Once upon a time, there was a lonely king who had three wonderful sons, the eldest Dean; the middle child Sam; and then finally the youngest Jack. Each of the sons was handsome in their own way, but the eldest Dean was the most beautiful between them. Dean looked like a god among men. Both men and women came from miles to gaze upon his mythical beauty and many who came under his presence began to admire him and worship the ground he walked on. No one had truly been able to see beyond his beauty. As people came from far and wide, they would say that not even Aphrodite themselves could compete with Dean's beauty, the more people who basked in his beauty would remember the god/goddess of love and beauty. As time went on and the stories of Dean’s beauty went on. The temples of Aphrodite began to see fewer and fewer people and soon their temples were abandoned, their alters covered with cold ashes, and fewer and fewer sculptures were made for them. All the previous honors were reserved for a simple, mortal man. The god/goddess was furious and called upon her son Castiel.
Castiel sighed watching as the mortal before he fell victim to the latest arrow, although he knew that he was silently resigned to a life of following his parent’s orders. While he was cursed, he was unable to find his love and was subjected to a life of making others fall in love. Castiel looked up as a shadow graced over his beautiful yet stoic features, he was a near-perfect mix of his parents. Flying toward him was a beautiful pure white Dove, a note was tied to its leg. Castiel knew immediately whom it was from Aphrodite, his parent. Opening the note slowly he began to read its contents
𝔇𝔢𝔞𝔯 ℭ𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔢𝔩,
ℭ𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔥𝔬𝔪𝔢 ℑ 𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔰𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔴𝔢 𝔪𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔡𝔦𝔰𝔠𝔲𝔰𝔰, 𝔦𝔪𝔪𝔢𝔡𝔦𝔞𝔱𝔢𝔩𝔶.
𝔉𝔯𝔬𝔪 𝔄𝔭𝔥𝔯𝔬𝔡𝔦𝔱𝔢
Castiel stared at the letter before letting out a deep sigh, opening his large dark black wings he took to the skies knowing better than keeping them waiting. he quickly made his way to their castle, rolling his eyes he quickly entered the building making his way down the long hall littered with large statues and paintings of Aphrodite themselves.
Aphrodite sat on their throne waiting for their son to arrive. Soon they watched as Castiel made his way into the room, they gracefully rose from their seat making their way over to their son. “Hello son” they said
Castiel watched as they made their way over to where he was standing, even though he was in awe of the beauty that was Aphrodite. Their movements always seemed to glide shoulders never moving, their beauty was one such that words are unable to be described. They seemed to light up a room, but that was only to hide the hate that was truly in their heart. Castiel knew how spiteful Aphrodite was, he had been lucky enough that it had never been aimed at him, but it was only a matter of time and Castiel knew it. “Hello, why did you call me here?” Castiel asked in his normal grave tone.
Aphrodite couldn’t accept the situation and the more they spent time stewing over it the angrier and angrier they became. Soon a vile and evil plan came to be her face morphing to one of pure horror, all traces of beauty gone, but it was only for a moment. Castiel shivered at the face she made, secretly glad when it seemed as if Aphrodite missed that small moment of weakness. Aphrodite smiled as if something truly devious was going on through their head; reaching out they grasped Castiel’s cheeks forcing him to listen to their every word. After a moment they decided to speak, Castiel was truly horrified at what came out of their mouth; “Castiel, I want you to use your power and make this shameless man fall in love. But I wish it to be with the vilest and despicable creature who has ever walked on the earth.”
Castiel knew exactly who they were talking about, he spent many a night watching and wondering who that man would fall in love with. After a while he had known he was pining, it was after he realized that he had to let go, as he was a hideous beast, whose sole goal is to follow Aphrodite's orders in who should fall in love with who. He knew that he would be unable to make the charming mortal fall in love with a horrible creature but would find him someone truly worthy of his love. Castiel watched Aphrodite move away and disappear, knowing that their son wouldn’t dare disobey their orders. Although, Aphrodite wouldn’t realize until it was too late that he had no intention of following their order this time, and this was just the beginning.