Overall title: Snapshots of an unsinkable history

Pairing: Dean/Castiel, Castiel/Meg

Rating: changes from bit to bit, see every one-shot

Summary: All short stories or one-shots (I don't think there will be any more-chapter stories) in Titanic!AU/Supernatural

Title: Eye meets eye

Pairing: Dean/Castiel

Rating: K

Universe: Titanic/Supernatural

Summary:The first time Dean sees Castiel's eyes.

A/N: Short drabble I'd already written down but never typed out xD anyway, did this during school and haven't checked any of it. Sorry for spelling/grammar mistakes. Also, this is intended for the "DeanCas-Titanic-AU" group on deviantART but I want to post it here as well. I hope I'll ever get free time to write the rest of it. These are loose snapshots of random Titanic moments molded into a Destiel-form.

I don't own these boys or the Titanic. I might have followed Balthazar and make it not sink just because I hate Celine Dion's song, too. I would not have boasted about it being unsinkable, anyway. Enjoy reading!

Eye meets eye

The first time their eyes had ever connected. Dean knew it would never leave his mind. The stunning blue eyes looked out over the ocean but seemed distant. Dean's mind immediately sprang into readiness to sketch it, to try to catch these perfect blue eyes with only black pencil. Examining the face that belonged to the eye Dean got the shock of his life: this guy was beautiful. He didn't pay any attention to Sam, who was trying to explain why it was so wonderful they actually were on the ship that couldn't sink. The RMS Titanic was a non-sinkable ship and Sam was all giddy. Dean, however, wasn't paying attention to him and his ranting. The man was just way more interesting.

When the man looked up, his eyes found Dean's and Dean tried to look away but he found he couldn't tear his eyes away from him. His cheeks started to turn red and he vaguely wondered why Sam wasn't talking anymore but still he didn't break the stare. The man didn't even blink once. He started when he felt a hand on his forearm and then he broke eye contact.

'What?' he muttered darkly, moving his gaze to Sam now.

'Why are you staring at that guy? Dude, you're all sucked up.'

'I am going to sketch him. I was trying to memorize his face,' Dean tried but he failed.

'You aren't. He was staring right back at you. You looked like you'd just encountered the 8th world wonder or something equally fascinating. He's an upper class, Dean. He'll never see you again and he'll forget about you the second you'll leave his eyesight, just to get on with his life and find a rich girl to get married to. He wouldn't want to have something – a relationship, whatever – with you. Sorry to crush your hopes, dude, but it's the truth.'

Dean knew, too, but it was still hard to process. Confession: yes, he had fallen in love. In… a time-span of one or two seconds. He's fallen so terrible, terribly fast and realization hit him like the ground: hard and it knocked the breath out of him. Sam had seen right through him… he could only hope the man hadn't and that they would be able to forget each other. Dean knew he couldn't but maybe the man could.