"So I shagged a*s to England to get on a boat out of England?" Dean asked irritably.
"Well, technically it's a ship." Dean gave Sam his best I-don't-care face. "Look, Pamela told us that she saw 'great tragedy' coming to this ship. She thinks it's a haunting, so we gotta check it out. There's gonna be over three thousand people on Titanic; we can't risk all those lives." Sam said firmly. They packed their bags and headed to where people were boarding.
When they arrived there, Dean stepped out of the car and shook his head. "We're boarding an 'unsinkable' ship to attempt to keep it from sinking." He mumbled, rolling his eyes and following Sam to security. The area was flooded with people waving to passengers who were looking out their windows or off the deck. Sam and Dean had to shove through all of them just to get to where you were supposed to board.
"This is the greatest range of wealths I've ever seen." Sam noted. It was true. The lucky gamblers with two cents to their names were getting ready to board, while some of the richest people in the world were on their way to their rooms.
"Yeah, we're gonna be treated like filth." Dean said sourly.
"You don't know that." The younger brother shook his head.
"You just wait and see, Sammy. Where there're rich and snobby people, there's crappy living space for the rest of us. We're like circus animals to them, anyway."
"We're next." Sam changed the subject, pointing to the man motioning for them to come over.
Sam approached him first. "Bend down." The man instructed.
"Excuse me?" Sam cocked an eyebrow.
"I need to check your hair for pests. Bend down." His accent was thick, and even though he was considerably smaller than Sam, he still kind of intimidated him.
"O...kay" Sam said hesitantly, doing as he was told. The man combed through his hair, and of course, found nothing.
"You're clean. Go." Sam waited for the man to finish with Dean before crossing the bridge onto the large ship.
"That made me uncomfortable." Dean stated.
"Yeah, well, at least they're thorough." Sam shrugged. They made their way to the room they would be staying in, and Dean wasn't at all impressed. People littered the small, cramped, hallway. Everyone seemed to be screaming to someone else across the hall, and the brother's had to squeeze through people to get to their door. When they finally opened it and stepped in, they slammed the door shut to ensure no one was going to try and be roommates with them.
"This is gonna be great." Dean nodded with frustration. "You know who owes us one? Pamela!"
"It's just for a little bit, Dean." Sam promised. "We'll be home in no time."
"Oh yeah? What about the investigation? How are we going to look for EMF in this whole place? We can't even breathe near the richy-rich parts."
"I don't know!" Sam admitted. "but we'll figure it out. Just like we always do."
"Jeez, I'm gonna have to listen to your optimism this whole trip." Dean rolled his eyes and took the top bunk.
"I think I have the tougher listening job, if you ask me." Sam quibbled. Suddenly, Dean stood up and headed for the door. "Where're you going?" Sam asked.
"To go see if there's a decent place to drink, before we set sail, 'cause if there isn't, I'm jumpin' off." Sam rolled his eyes, but he couldn't help but smile when he heard Dean yelling at other passengers to get out of his way.
Okay, so this probably won't be updated for a while because I think I'm going to finish it before posting, but make sure to Follow it, so you know when I post a new chapter.