Chapter 1: The beginning
"Woah Dean look at that!" Sam pointed into the distance at a dark blob resembling the shape of an oval.
His brother, Dean, shifted his eyes to the horizon and squinted at the figure underneath the water.
"What am I 'posed to be lookin at?"
Sam sighed, "It's an orca."
"Like, killer whale orca?" Dean's eyebrows rose and furrowed in disbelief as he leaned farther over the boat's railing to see the blob better. It was exciting to finally leave England. Gray, rainy days were about to be green, and full of sun. Dean had heard about the amazing countryside of America, and wished the boat would begin to move. A new start is what they both needed, and he'd be damned if he didn't give his younger brother a chance.
The whale shifted to the left and the back of it broke the water as it dived back under, almost disappearing from sight. Following the movements with his eyes, Dean smiled a bit. He would never admit it, but he enjoyed when Sam taught him facts, and pointed out little tidbits of information. His brother was his light, his life. Their parents passed away; all they had was each other and the small amount of money that had been left to them. Dean used it to purchase two, third class tickets to America, hoping that he and Sam could make something of themselves. It was a long shot, but it was better than working in the mines back in England.
Sam shook his shoulder firmly, "You alright? You blanked out for a bit."
"I'm fine Sammy," Patting his hand, Dean moved out of reach as he turned his back to the ocean and propped his elbows up on the railing that was now behind him. "I'm just thinkin about where we oughta live once we get over there. Could go to the west, and, and maybe plot out a spotta land. Make a farm outta it. Would ya like that?"
Dean cast a sideways glance at Sam, but saw his brother wasn't paying attention to him, but rather to a gentleman walking across the top deck.
And a gentleman he was.
Dressed finely in a stylish black waistcoat and matching trousers, the man that had captured Sam's eye strode effortlessly from passenger to passenger, greeting each one with a small smile and a firm handshake to the men, while he planted a kiss to the ladies' fingers. His sandy blonde hair was slicked back so the ends of it were brushing the nape of his neck and though he wasn't tall, he seemed to carry himself as if he were a giant.
Smirking, Dean clapped Sam on the back. Sam jumped and flushed brightly, turning away from the crowd up top.
"Ah, um, what, um, what were you saying?" Sam cleared his throat.
Before Dean could taunt, a fog-horn sounded from the helm area and a mans voice could be heard barking orders. It was clear the boat was about to start its voyage.
"We should head up top, get away from the side. We could, uh, fall off or something," Sam strode off to the stairs and disappeared into the throng of people.
Dean stayed back and smiled softly; he'd let Sam have some alone time to stare at his eyecandy, while he tried to think of a plan. A plan to gain more than they lost.
Castiel was tired. His back hurt, his neck was stiff, and his eyelids were failing to stay open. He had been stuck in this position for at least an hour, if not more, but knew if he moved, his father would be angry.
"You need to be proper. More proper than you have been in a while. She is expecting a scholar, and you shall give her one."
"-and extremely optimistic about the whole situation, even though she was severely mis-conducted at the party. I told her to go back home before she disgraced herself and her father but she was convinced she could converse a bit longer without spreading her legs. It turned out Hester found a bed with a servant. She-Castiel!"
His head snapped up and he began to slide off the parlor chair before he caught himself and straightened. Anna flared her nostrils and stiffened, but didn't mention his slip of indecency. Smiling tensely, she moved closer to Castiel and stared at him through dark eyelashes.
"Castiel, I am overjoyed that we are to be wed. I truly am. I just do not understand how we are to make this work if you cannot at least pretend to be interested," Anna brushed a gloved hand against his temple lightly, then set it back into her lap. To Castiel, she seemed dejected. Sad, almost. He placed his own hand on her shoulder, squeezing lightly. The sunlight streaming through the windows illuminated her fiery hair, and her brown eyes were lit up with emotion. He suddenly felt frustrated with her, and pulled away.
"I am trying, I promise! It's just, all this talk of scandals and obsenceries is, is," Castiel drifted and stood up, subtly stretching while he walked slowly to the window. "It's tedious."
Anna froze. He started to apologize but she ignored him and swept up her skirts, leaving the room with a huff.
Raking a hand through his black hair, Castiel plopped back down into a chair, slouching into the cushions and sighing heavily. Yup, his father was going to kill him. The whole reason he had been invited along on this trip was to court his fiance; so far, it hadn't gone well. She was too stereotypical and he was too restless. Up to this point, he had led a luxurious life, and had everything he had wanted-as long as he stayed out of his father's way. Now Castiel had stepped right in father's path, and there was going to be hell to pay.
At least he had Gabriel. Though mischievous, Gabe was witty, instinctive, and charming, which helped get him to his great financial standing. Investments were his speciality, and he was rarely wrong about a company's success. Though not unheard of, it was strange that he had put money into a passenger cruiser, out of all things.
That's how Castiel and his family ended up receiving tickets for the Titanic's maiden voyage.
All this drama and the ship hasn't started moving yet.
Just as Castiel thought that, the telltale foghorn was heard, followed by the first mate's orders.
He checked his pocket watch and frowned. It was still an hour before they were supposed to head out, but he was relieved nonetheless. The sooner this voyage was over, the better.
