I have no idea for the title, since I have NO idea what's gonna happen…

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Titanic

"Come on Sammy... you're a real killjoy..." Dean teased his little brother, setting his duffle on one of the beds. "It's gonna be fun… a whole week off…I mean… after dad is done wasting that son of a…"

"Dean…" John Winchester stepped into the little cubicle, the boys would share, his lip set into a tight line, but Dean could still see the smile in his father's eyes.

"Come on dad… how do you do that?" He laughed. "You always intrude in the worst moments."

"Watch your mouth Dean, or you're gonna sleep with the fishes tonight…" John gently slapped the back of his eighteen year old son, letting a small smile reach his lips. "Sam…" He looked at his younger son, titling his head.

Sam looked up. At his brother at first, who just rolled his eyes, shrugging. Both of them hadn't expect his father to talk to the youngest Winchester. "Yeah?" He asked weary, meeting John's gaze.

"You're okay?" The man asked, his eyes concerned. Dean realized with a smile that John was uncomfortable with this situation. It was the first time in years that he was giving in first.

"Guess so…" Sam stated slowly. He wasn't comfortable neither. The both of them had had a huge fight concerning this hunt, before John decided to take both of his sons with him. Sam didn't want to. He wanted to stay at Bobby's with Dean, but John didn't want to let this happen.

He wanted them on the cruiser with him. A hunted cruiser… One of John's friends had found out that there were several homicides on the ships of these special operator. "Sunshine Ships"- trips often ended with a few bodies and a few times the ships sunk.

John and his friend Mick were on this job for a long time now, until they have finally found a pattern. Only the new ships were hunted. These which were built one year ago. Since then the "accidents" happened. Only three of these cruisers were left and every ship could be the next. John, Dean, Sam and Mick were on the smallest of the three ships. Other hunters were on the other two ships. Two hunters on each ship.

They all guessed that there was a ghost or a demon on the ships… no big deal… they would simply ban a ghost of exorcise the demon.

Really… no big deal.

Dean was happy that they were with his father on the ship. Of course he was sorry for his little brother, since Sam was truly suffering from worry.

"You know that nothing's gonna happen… I'm here… your brother's here… Mick's here… we can always contact Bobby when something's going on…" John reassured his thirteen year old son, smiling softly. He could deal with that Sam. A frightened boy… it wasn't easy, but he knew how to handle it.

"Yeah Sammy… like I said… we're gonna waste that… thing… and then we're gonna have some fun on sea.. isn't that something?" Dean asked his scared brother, sitting down beside him.

"I don't care about the ghost or the demon… it's the water and the ship, which are freaking me out." Sam mumbled.

"You're such a girl Sam… It's gonna be the best time we've ever had…" Dean tried to convince his brother. "Nothing's gonna happen… no natural things anyway…"

"You think so?" Sam shouted into his brother's face. "The captain of the Titanic has said exactly the same thing… have you seen the movie?" The young boy blushed, realizing what he'd just said.

"No… have you? Now I'm sure you're a girl…" Dean laughed, earning Sam's not so gentle elbow in his ribcage.

"Sam…" John interrupted his sons. "Your brother is right. Everything will end just fine."

"Yeah… whatever… the ship's gonna leave in a few minutes… I want to go to the railing to see it…" Sam stood up, passing his father who looked somewhat dumbfounded. Sam seemed so… uninterested.

"Is everything set for the hunt?" Dean asked, trying to lighten the mood. "Where's Mick, anyway?"

"He's talking to Carry and Melissa on the phone… they're planning." The father ran a hand through his hair. "Dean… I can't bare with your brother right now… would you…?"

"Yeah… of course… I'll search for him." Dean clapped his father's back, before he left, following his little brother.

Dean was worried about Sam. The kid was too damn quiet since he knew that they were about to go on a cruiser. Dean sometimes needed to remind himself that Sam was still a thirteen year old kid, no grown-up. Sam kind of never behaved his age. He was smart and had seen things other kids weren't even dreaming about. Of course he was scared sometimes.

When Dean reached his brother he had to smile, though. Sam was standing on the railing, his arms crossed on it's top. His eyes were on the water beneath the ship, his lower lip between his teeth.

"Don't jump, Sammy, it's not worth is." Dean shouted overdramatic, earning a glare.

"Stop annoying me Dean, or your laptop leaves the ship tonight." Sam announced.

"Whohoo I'm scared." Dean laughed, leaning his back against the railing, standing close beside his brother, looking at him carefully. "You're okay?"

"My brother's an ass. Besides that I'm…" Sam huffed, stopping mid-sentence, before he turned his head in the opposite direction, when the ship moved.

"…just peachy?" Dean asked patting Sam's cheek which was further away, so the boy had to look at him. "Come on Sammy… it's okay… you don't need to be scared."

"It's Sam… damn it… and… I'm not… I'm not scared." Sam blushed, swatting Dean's hand away. "I'm… I'm just more comfortable on land…"

"Of course you are…" Dean smiled. "Hey Sammy… do you think you can beat me in a spit-contest?" Dean nudged his brother, turning around and spit over the railing.

Sam suppressed a smile, titling his head. "How do you want to measure the distance?"

Noticing the change in Sam's mood, Dean ruffled Sam's hair. "Don't need to… I'm gonna win anyway, Sammy…"

"Bring it on…" Sam chuckled, pressing his body against the railing when he spit. Both boys didn't even recognize when the ship left the port.

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