I'm the one who gripped you tight and raised you from....the dungeon? (Castiel, meet Esmé Stewart.)

While in the Edinburgh Castle, I brushed briefly on my scanty knowledge of Scottish royal history. Then I decided to look up James I, the son of Mary, Queen of Scots. Old Bessie might have chopped his mum's head off, but that didn't prevent him from ascending the throne and uniting England & Scotland (and Ireland too, but diff story). I've always thought it's one of the great ironies of British history.

And oh Lordy, what did I find but this James was that James, the one with George Villiers to his credit. (History = gossip in so many ways.) Upon reading this time though, I found one Esmé Stewart in his life. And it's a bona fide tragic love story.

I just had to go and turn it into Dean/Castiel. Except not so tragic, given the nature of Castiel.

( Forsaking your God and family for that man? Check. Secret correspondence? Check. Embalmed heart? Check. )