Chapter 2
'We could use an extra pair of hands in the kitchen' one of Castiel's men spoke up, he was fairly handsome with blonde hair and hazel eyes. Dean wasn't sure he liked the way he was looking at Sam, but right now just stopping them from putting a bullet through his brothers brain was his main priority, they would have to deal with anything else as it came.
Castiel thought about this for a moment, it seemed practical, they could use an extra pair of hands and feeding one more extra mouth shouldn't be too much trouble, he also considered the fact that having his new captives Achilles heel might be to his advantage later on.
'Very well Gabriel' he shrugged 'Get them on board'
Sam and Dean were dragged roughly aboard the enemy vessel, kicked, elbowed and punched by Castiel's men along the way. The strength of these men didn't seem normal to Dean; it was almost as though they were super human. Sam and Dean were no stranger to the supernatural, they had encountered many mysterious creatures on their missions, Sirens, merpeople and the kraken among them, their father had shared a vast knowledge of the unknown with them whilst they were growing up and taught them how to defend themselves against such, but there didn't seem to be anything else abnormal about these men and they were simply not big enough to be golem or giants, frustrated Dean let thoughts of the supernatural subside.
Once aboard the Winchester brothers were separated, Dean assumed they had taken Sam to the kitchens, or at least he hoped that's where he had gone, his stomach churned partially from hunger as he hadn't eaten for hours, but also from worry. Sam wasn't dead but that didn't mean he was safe.
Dean himself was dragged into a large cabin, in one corner stood an old prison type cage with a bed in it; he was thrown to the floor in front of the man with the expensive clothes who he now guessed must be their captain. The men escorting Dean abruptly left, leaving him alone with his captor.
Dean went to stand up.
'Stay where you are' his kidnapper was looking down at him, gun in hand, and it was pointed at Dean.
Dean gritted his teeth, this man was starting to grate on him, he had never been good at doing what he was told, but he didn't want to wind up getting himself shot leaving Sam alone on a boat full of frighteningly super strong men who were capable of god knows what, so he stayed on the ground where he was.
'Who are you? What do you want with me' Dean asked tersely looking up into what he now thought of as cruel, cold sapphire eyes.
'My name is Castiel,' Captain' Castiel'
Dean took a short, sharp intake of breath, could it be real? He'd always thought the stories were made up, some goofy legend invented by a drunken sailor many centuries ago, passed from father to son on black soulless nights at sea.
His father had told him stories of The 'great' captain castiel and his ship, a crew of immortal men with magic powers, a ship that had sailed the seas since the beginning of time, but Dean had never really taken much heed, yes he knew the supernatural existed but immortal men sailing the seas since the beginning of creation was just a tad too ridiculous even for him.
'Yeah right' Scoffed Dean, this guy was obviously off his rocker, probably been at sea too long, now he thought he was part of some old sailor's tale.
Dean instantly regretted his remark as within seconds he found himself literally flying through the air, and as he hit the bars of the cage in the corner everything went black.
A/ N : Slightly longer chap, any comments are greatly appreciated. Sorry for the cliché 'Everything went black' but ya gotta love it. Oh... and I simply couldn't kill off Sam so he stays. (For now at least).