PB: How many references did you make to Muppet Tresure Island and Tresure Planet?

Me: In the summary alone or in the whole story?

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural, Muppet Treasure Island, or Treasure Planet.

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Gabriel stood behind the bowsprit, leaning forward against his left leg, ocean spray flying up into the air around him. He grinned, feeling the wind in his hair, and wet.

"You know, if you moved, the navigator might be able to do his job."

Gabriel turned, Matt stood behind him. Matt was one of the younger members of the crew, barely twenty. He almost always had his telescope with him. He always had his necklace with him, a carving of a tiger.

Gabriel moved, and the teen took over, looking through his telescope. "A lot of water."

Gabriel turned and called, "Matt says he sees a lot of water!"

Castiel, Gabriel's brother and first mate, who was steering, nodded.

Matt made an amused noise, and then focused on something. "Huh. There's a ship."

Gabriel perked up. "Who is it?"

"Don't get excited it's just the Hellhound." Matt informed him. "What's Crowley doing around here though?"

"He's probably chasing a ship." Gabriel answered, "You know he follows one like, well, a crow."

Matt nodded. "Hey Luke, we can see the Hellhound!"

Luke looked up from mopping the deck. "Oh shut up."

Matt chuckled. "Want to look?"

"Leave me alone." Luke tossed the bucket of soppy water, and began scrubbing.

Gabriel glanced at the boy, who was just older than Matt at twenty-one. The two were close, so it was all jokes between them. Gabriel heard a meow, and glanced over.

"Just because his name's Rusty doesn't mean you should soak him." Gabriel informed Luke, pointing at the ship's cat.

Luke glanced over. "Aw crap. Sorry Rusty."

The orange cat meowed at him, and shook off. His sister Shade, lifted her head and hit Rusty, who glared at her.

"Andy, what the ever-loving hell, are you playing at up there?" Gabriel shouted as a beam swung near the masts.

"Sorry Cap'n!" Andy yelled back. "It slipped."

"I think his mind's slipped." Luke retorted, from where he was mopping.

Gabriel crossed the ship, careful not to slip in the water, and joined Castiel.

His brother was steering the boat, hands gripping the wheel. Gabriel glanced at his first mate, who nodded at him.

"What a great day to be sailing." Gabriel commented, loudly.

"You say that if it was raining hard enough to sink our boat!" Andy called from his position above the sails. He tied a rope quickly and moved on, always tasks to be done.

Luke's attempt to hide his laughter by coughing could be heard, as could Matt's deep laugh, even from his spot at the prow. The navigator was shaking, a sure sign he was laughing. His laughs originated in his chest, a deep friendly sound. Gabriel grinned good-naturedly and replied. "It's not though."

"I wouldn't be up here if it was." Andy shot back.

"I wouldn't have to mop the deck!" Luke stopped, looking almost wistful. Gabriel scoffed, if Luke didn't like cleaning he's make them do it. Every week though he swabbed the deck, keeping it rather clean.

Gabriel grinned broadly, enjoying his crew mates teasing. Most captains refrained from this sort of behavior. Too close to the crew and you lost your ability to order. Too aloof though, and they mutinied. Gabriel never worried though. Luke and Andy were exceptionally good natured, unless thoroughly provoked, usually by battle, and Matt was clearly more comfortable as navigator. Like Castiel, he enjoyed being told what to do, and being left to figure out how to do it.

That thought made Gabriel laugh out loud, and the whole crew turned to look at him, even Matt.

Gabriel shook his head, amused though. The memory of Matt and Cas during a storm was still amusing. It hadn't been at the time, not when a horrible storm was throwing the ship like a child having a fit in the bathtub, but now, when it was dry, it was one of the little quirks that made Gabriel love this life.

Matt was a strong navigator, even, and sometimes Gabriel thought, especially during a storm. The image that amused him currently was of Matt standing at the front of the ship, looking like a drenched cat that Poseidon had dropped on their ship, shouting out orders to Cas even as huge waves crashed around the ship, drenching the young man. Gabriel had thought his navigator had lost his mind, and was convinced when Matt had yelled. "Where the bloody hell are the cats hiding?"

It was one of the worse storms Gabriel had ever been at sea during, so maybe having a crazed navigator was just the thing to get them through it alive. "In the kitchen!"

"Below where I'm standing!" Matt shouted back, and Gabriel nodded. Matt whirled to Cas and shouted. "Keep the ship going straight!"

It was funny now, but then Gabriel thought Matt had gone crazy enough to sink them. Not the case, as Matt had gotten them out of the storm safely. The Loki had taken damage, but she was in better condition than Gabriel had expected. Matt had been wound up for days, with a quiet burning excitement. The kind that possessed Gabriel now.

For once in port he could take a two day walk, and then he'd reach Winchester Bay Colony. It was named after the man who found it, if by found, you meant discovered the fact it existed, and it had been governed by his descendants. One of which Gabriel was eager to see.

(Winchester Bay Colony)

Samuel Winchester as he was known in high class circles. Sammy as he was called by his brother, boy as he was called by Robert Singer and…

Kiddo. That was a personal favorite, given to him by the person Sam was so eager to see. Of course his other friends would be nice, but Gabriel, well, even the crew joked about their importance.

Sam's mouth curled, Gabe was supposed to be here soon. There were only a few days to wait. Sam continued his stride through the massive house that belonged to the current governor.

John Winchester and his three sons lived there. Currently only Sam and his older brother Dean were around, Adam; their younger half-brother had gone into the Navy. Sam missed him, they may not have been as close as him and Dean but they were closer than Sam and his father. Sam didn't want to dwell on that, not in his present good mood. He was grateful however, that unlike Dean, he didn't have to be careful what women he was seen with. Not that this fact kept Dean well behaved, he was just sneakier about it. The second son, in this case Sam, didn't need to worry so much, so long as he didn't do anything scandalizing. Like being in love with a pirate captain. Who happened to be male. Whoops.

Oh well. Sam could handle it. He and Gabriel were always careful; always sure no one was around. Except for the crew. Sam knew that crew would sooner take on a sea monster than betray their captain. Sam had earned the same loyalty, at least from most of them, enough to protect him. Not that he was really concerned about the crew, on Gabriel's ship, what, or who, the captain did, was his business.

The last thought made Sam blush, and he shook away thoughts that could make for a… compromising situation? He was headed for the library, his favorite room in the house. Dean emerged from their father's office, looking rather sullen. Sam stopped, and glanced at his brother.

"Dean?"

Dean shook his head. "Another ship was attacked by those damn pirates!"

Sam was surprised, and asked. "Which ship?"

"The Sea flower. It was raided by the Hound-dog or something."

Sam was leaning more towards the or something, particularly a ship called the Hellhound, captained by a pirate named Crowley. He didn't say this though, instead asking. "Is everyone all right?"

"The crew's fine, but they took almost everything. They left a little sugar, and enough food for the crew to reach port."

Sam crossed his arms. "In our waters?"

"Just outside of them." Dean answered. "It's those others ports up and down this coast. They're too lenient on pirates."

"Or we're too strict." Sam offered softly. Dean snapped his head and Sam changed the topic. "Let's go see Bobby; he's going to need help if he's got to repair it."

Dean still looked angered, but didn't say anything. He nodded in agreement; fixing boats was something Dean did for fun. It would appease him long enough for them to get to Bobby's.