Hi! I am attempting to pre-write as much of this as possible, so there will be a bunch of updates, and then no updates for a while, and then a bunch of updates, and then no updates, and the cycle will go until the story is complete.

***On board the Calypso***

They were seated, staring at the captain of the Calypso, waiting for him to speak.

"I am assuming you were looking for me for a reason." His stance screamed "successful pirate captain" and "well trained fighter", but his voice held a high class, cultured quality. He had obviously been the son of a nobleman before turning pirate. "What is it?"

"Uhhh."

"Uhhh? That is seriously the best you can do?" He scoffed.

"We are looking for my brother, word is that you know where he is." Adam spoke up.

"If I do he's either crew or dead." Captain wasn't the type to beat around the bush, then. "Who is he?"

"His name is Sam. Skinny. Short. Brown hair. Stubborn."

"How about this? You have three days to tell me who your brother is, not what he looks like, who is he? What kind of man is he? And you have to tell me why you want him back. Then I will give him back to you."

"You have him?" Dean roared. "Where is he you son of a -" All of a sudden Dean was pressed against the table, Captains sword at his throat.

"Listen 'ere, boy, I didn't gain the reputation I have by letting anyone insult me like that. There is one reason I am letting you live."

"And what reason is that?" Mary asked in a shaky voice.

"Pete! Take them back to the Amsterdam." Captain called.

The first pirate that had spoken to them, wow, Dean was good at naming people, came in. "Yessir!"

"There is a port nearby, we'll dock there until your three days are up."

***Three days later, because they just stayed inside and tried to figure out Captains question.***

"So, who is your brother? Why have you chased down the most feared pirate captain in the world for him?"

Dean answered first. "Because he's my little brother. I've watched over him since the day he was born. Same as I have Adam."

Mary spoke up next. "He is one of my boys, he vanished three years ago and" Mary burst into tears, Sam was a scholar, he wasn't really cut out for life as a pirate. John wrapped an arm around her. Adam caught a look in Captains eyes, as if he wanted to help her.

John scowled. "He's my son, what more do you need to know?"

Captain sighed. "Look, Captain, my brother is hot headed, stubborn, and keeps arguing even if he knows he already lost, his pride wouldn't have it any other way." Adam was praying that his big brother was still alive, even if he was forced into the Calypso's crew, it wasn't so bad, really.

"Dean, you are wrong, he is not a child anymore, you cannot coddle him like a newborn. Mary, you as well. You both see a small child still in need of a caregiver, he is nineteen years, let go. John, you look at Sam and see a disobedient soldier. He is not. He is, as you said, your son. Act like it. Adam," Captain moved to stand in front of Adam. "You are worried for your brother, you pray that he is still alive, and hopefully well. I can tell you he is, Adam, but he is not an invincible god-like being. He has changed, and done great things. Terrible things, but great."

"What do you mean terrible?" Worry crept into Adams voice. What had Sam done?

"These waters are treacherous, Adam."

"Meaning?" It sounded as though Captain was implying that Sam was a pirate or something.

"Piracy, Adam." Oh God, oh God.

"Nonsense!" Barked John, Mary still not calm. "Sam? A pirate? Who are you to-"

"Enough John!" Captain cut across. "You do not know who I am or what I have done. It would be wise for you to remain silent and consider yourself lucky."

"Why have you forgiven us for things that you have decapitated any other man for?" Adam questioned. "And how did you know how old Sam was?"

"It just has to do with who I am."

"Who are you, then?"

"Who am I? I am the great and feared captain of the mighty Calypso."

"Not what I asked."

There was a bang from outside the door. "What are they up to now?" The captain got up and stalked out onto the deck. "What is going on out here?" The crew just looked at him. There was a man lying face down in front of the captain. He turned around to look up. "What is going on?"

"Jus' a small scuffle captain."

"Just a small scuffle? Over what?"

"Nothing, Captain."

"If it's nothing then why have a small scuffle?" His voice the deadly calm of the sea before a storm.

"Ah, well, you see, captain,"

"No, I don't see." The man behind the helm remained quiet after his captain had cut him off. Captain sighed, it would be a lot easier if he would tell us his name, "Bring these two somewhere I don't have to deal with them for a few days. James?"

"Aye, Captain?"

"Take the helm, get us started on a course for the Winchester's colony."

"You haven't answered the question." John cut in. Didn't the man know by now that cutting off the Captain of the Calypso was a bad idea, and that the only reason he wasn't dead yet was for some mysterious reason the captain had, but his, the captains that is, patience was wearing thin with John.

"You want to know who I am?"

"Yes."

The Captain jumped up onto the railing on the side of the ship. The captain had started walking along the rail towards the front of the ship. He stood at the very front, facing the ocean they were sailing out into, and had been for the past thirty minutes. He quickly turned on one heel. "I am the captain of the Calypso." He pulled off his heavy coat. "I am the Pirate King." He pulled the ribbon from where it was holding his small ponytail together. "I am the second son of a governor." He pulled his hat off, and gave a small bow, when he came up from his bow, "And you can rest assured that with out a doubt I am Samuel Winchester." With that he turned around and dived into the ocean.

Okay, I am, geez how many times am I going to write that? I am going to tell you that I had most that small monologue written in my head for almost the entire summer, I just had to find a place to put it. So I wrote a pirate AU. Sorry.