A/N I got this idea off of tumblr. If you want a story published shoot us an idea or prompt. –Lyn
Dean kicked a patch of sand into the air in his fury. He turned out to the sea and screamed,
"You little bastards!" He watched in rage as the figure of his beloved ship, Impala, slowly continue to fade along the horizon. His crew had mutinied and marooned him on Isla de Vida with nothing but the clothes on his back, a pistol, a sword and a bottle of rum.
"God damn it." He hissed. He turned and looked along the line of the beach and then turned the other direction doing the same thing. He couldn't see anything other than trees, sand and sea. Worse, he couldn't see any people or animals. If he was going to survive he'd have to be creative. He tucked the pistol into his coat and flopped down onto the sand before uncorking the rum.
"Fuck this. I'm gonna get hammered, then I'll work on getting off this island tomorrow." He thought about his plan for a second before nodding and taking a swig of his precious bottle of rum. He tilted his head slightly to the side and looked up at the sky.
"Could be worse I suppose." He muttered before drinking more of the alcohol.
He woke the next morning to hear a slight rustling sound. He sat up slowly, head pounding, and looked in the direction of the forest behind him. A handsome man emerged from the forest and stopped when he saw Dean. The pirate sneered; he recognized the uniform, a soldier.
"Hey Pretty Boy, whatcha doin out 'ere?" His words were badly slurred by the rum but the soldier understood what he was saying.
"Ummm, well, I was… shall we say, forcibly removed from my post. Lieutenant Castiel Christo, at your service." He said with a flourish as he bowed at the waist. "And you, my dear sir? How is it that you found yourself here?"
"My worthless shit-faced crew decided that I was no longer fit for duty."
"That's a pity. Pardon me asking, but I don't recognize your colors, whose flag were you under?"
"I was removed from underneath my own flag."
"Oh? And then whom may I have the pleasure of addressing?" Dean stumbled to his feet and faced Castiel before giving a clumsy bow to the proper soldier.
"I am Dean Winchester, pirate and captain of the beautiful Impala." He looked up and grinned. Castiel's mouth opened slightly in shock and horror before it closed firmly and his face settled on an expression of determination.
"If you are really a pirate then on my honor I must challenge you to a duel." He said, taking an expert fencing stance and unsheathing his rapier in one smooth move.
"You're blood will be on your hands, I give you a chance to take back the challenge." Dean warned as he brandished his cutlass.
"I will not."
"Then so be it." As Dean said it he launched himself forward and slashed at Castiel's midsection. Castiel jumped back and parried but it was a second late, the blade scratched his ribs and he winced slightly. That was all the opening Dean needed. He slashed his blade across the top of Castiel's right thigh and he soldier stumbled but brought his sword up in time to prevent his throat from being cut. Even drunk Dean was still the best swordsman alive and Castiel was starting to grasp at this reality.
A minute and three seconds later Castiel stood in front of Dean, his chest heaving with the exertion it had taken to even get at an even standing with the drunken pirate before him. Suddenly Dean sighed and dropped his stance.
"I'm bored now." He reached into his coat and pulled out a pistol, cocked it and aimed at Castiel.
"B-but that's cheating! This is a swordsman duel!" Castiel sputtered, totally scandalized. Dean grinned and shrugged.
"Pirates. What are you going to do?"