Chapter 2-
The two men ran through the 3rd class deck in a hurry,
"We're the luckiest, sons of bitchs in the world. You know that?" Dean almost screamed at the top of his lungs, he was so happy to be going home. The ship started moving, they were finally making a move towards America, getting closer and closer every second. They couldn't believe it, they were finally going back. After almost 22 years of being away from america, they were going back. They ran to the top and started waving and cheering at everyone.
"Why are you waving? You don't know anybody" Sam asked confused at his older brother,
"Just wave, Sammy" Dean taunted him, ruffling his younger brothers hair. Sam protested for a few seconds but eventually gave in and waved and shouted.
"Good bye, I'll miss you, I'll never foget you, goodbye." This was so pointless, but that wasn't the point. They weren't just waving goodbye to no one, they were waving goodbye to their lives. They were going to find a new life. Maybe even get a job, have a home. Start a family too maybe. Dean and Sam passed a few families on their way to their room. There were a few couples,a few single people, a few groups of both guys and girls, a few families, some old people some woung people. It was rather crowded down there but they didn't mind. After they did sleep under bridge last night so having a bed for a few days would be amazing.
"Excuse me" Dean said when a women walked out infront of him, he was couting the door numbers under his breath just waiting for their room. How many rooms did this place need? "Ah, right here" he said with relief as he opened the door and stepped in. "Hey, how you doing?" he said to the two strangers who were standing in the middle of the room at the time. "Dean, Dean Winchester, nice to meet ya" she shock their hands as Sam crept onto the top bunk. "Who said you got top bunk, huh?" Dean laughed placing his bag on the bottom bunk. The other two men looked at each other in complet confusion, where were the people they were meant to share a room with? They knew that thier friends also bought tickets so who were these strangers?
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"This is your private prominard deck" said the servant to Meg as he showed her into the room. The room had a light wooden flooring, with mathcing furniture, white walls with dark wooden beams on them matching the ceiling. There were a few plants here and there as well, to add some life into the place and two windows. "Would you be requiring anything?" he asked again. Meg just shood him away rudley, her bac was turned so she didn't notice the scowl he was giving her right now.
Meanwhile, Castiel was in their living room looking at all the art peices he'd brought with him.
"This one? No, it had a lot of faces on it I remember" he said putting down the framed peice of art as one of the maids started organising the flowers. "Yes, I really like this one.
"Not those finger painting again, Castiel really?" Meg turned up her nose in disgust at the pictures. She never did understand Castiel's passoin for art. "They certainlly were a waist of money" she leant against the door frame while drinking her champange.
"The difference between you're taste and mine, Meg, is that I have some. They're fasinating" Castiel put down another one after telling the maid where he would like it to be hung. He liked the fact that the artists cauptured still life and emotion all in one picture, the relfection of light and the contrast of dark. "Like, being inside a dream. There's truth but there's no logic." He turned his back on the paintings and faced his partner.
"What was the artist name?" one of the maids asked as she picked up the painting in order to hang it up.
"Something pasco" Castiel remembered as he started rearagning a few more of his collected pictures.
"Something pasco?" Meg mocked him shamlessly, "he won't amount to anything he won't trust me!"
By the next afertnoon, they were just south west of ireland, they could see nothing but ocsean out of their windows now, just the way it was meant to be at sea, Castiel thought. Just think about all the hustle and bustle going on beneth their feet. All the work being done to keep the ship afloat. It must be terrable down there and Castiel was greatful that people would do that.
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Dean and Sam, ran to the end of the ship and hung over the railings looking down into the deep blue water underneath them. It was so far down and sure as hell would be horrable to fall over board. It was so beautiful to look at though, it almost took Dean and Sam's breath away. The way the boat cut through the water was amazing, everything was peaceful and the sky was so clear not even a glimps of another boat. Suddenly Dean saw a dolphine,
"hey, look. Look, look" he brough Sams atteniton to the little creature that was swimming beside the boat. Then there was another one, and another one and another when. No less than 5 dolphins not either of them cared to count as they watched the animales show off, by jumping out of the water and then diving back in again. Dean jumped up, his feet on the bottom railings, holding onto the surport rope, his other arm in the air,
"I'm the king of the world!" He shouted as loud as he could manage.
"I can see the staute of libarty already, very small of corse" Sam retalilated as he looked into the distance. Both boys cheered to their hearts content. There were no words to describe how happy they were, how at peace they were. Both of them blammed themselves for their parents deaths, they knew it wasn't their fault but they kept thinking, maybe if I hadn;t of done this, maybe if I'd of done that. But now they really were, at peace with themsevles and each other.
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"She is largest ship to be made at man's hand in hsitory" said one of the makers himself as he sat down to dinner with the Novaks.
"She could neverbe challanged" said the cheif maker proudly as he looked at Castiel smugly. Castiel just rolled his eyes, he was tired of everyone acting better than others. He spent hi entier life around posh, stuck up people and it was getting annoying, will he ever meet the one his heart truley disered. Someone who would show him life. Castiel, secretly no matter how often he denyied it, no matter how many lady friends he had, Meg could never be the one he wanted for Castiel secretly like other men. He couldn't wait for the day when his mother would accept that. Waiting for the day when a man no matter what class he was from, would show Castiel what true love really was. Teach him the ropes of love and help him have fun again. Castiel missed playing outside when he was younger, now he had to act like a gentleman and he was tired of it already. He lit himself a cigar and started puffing away at it.
"You know I don't like that, Castiel" Eve told her sternly with a glare. Castiel just stared back at her plainly, he didn't care whether his mother liked it or not, it wasn't her life to choose what he did. Castiel blew the smoke in his mother face and watched her back away in disgust. He didn't care what he didn't care what she though, if he wasn't allowed to love who he loved, he wasn't going to let her take away smoking as well. It was the only thing keeping him sane in this world he lived in.
"He knows" Meg coughed, taking the cigar from Castiel's mouth and putting it out in the ash tray. Castiel just glared at her, how dare she do that to him! He wasn't harming anyone by it, was he? Was it their lives? No, it was his, so why ever could he not smoke if he choose to?
Castiel noticed the women who was joing them, Ellen, glaring at Meg too. You don't just do that.
'Poor kid' Ellen thought to herself, 'why doesn't he just stand up for himself, he shouldn't be letting people take control of his life like that.'
The truth is, if anyone scared Castiel it was Meg and his mother. He was sure Meg was possed by a demon or something.
"You gonna cut his meat for him too, a there Meg" Ellen joked around with a warm smile aimed at Castiel who just looked at her with a little smile in return. After recieving a glare from Meg, Ellen changed the subject, "who thought of the name titanic anyways? Was it you, Bruce?"
"Yes, actually it was" Bruce nodded feeling very pleased with himself. It was him who came up with it. He'd never told anybody how, "I wanted to sum up, size and size meant stability, luxorey and above all, size."
Castiel just looked at him, he wasn't enterly sure that was right. Size didn't mean any of those things. It meant how big or small something was. 'This man is such an assbutt' he thought to himself.
"Do you know of a, Doctor Floyed?" Castiel asked, butting in to what Bruce was saying because he didn't really care anymore, "his idea's about the preoccupation with size might be of some use to you." Castiel could see Ellen nodding out the corner of his eye, Ellen didn't seem as stuck up as most of the 1st class on this boat did. Possibly the kindest 1st classer he'd ever meet. Ellen started chuckling along with the cheif desginer, they found it quite amusing.
"What's gotten into you?" Eve whispered to Castiel with embrassement, he was making her look like a fool.
"Excuse me" Castiel begged as he got up from the table and left the dinning hall. After Castiel had left, through embrassement Eve apolagized for her behavoiur.
"He's quite a pistol, Meg. Sure you can handel him?" Ellen asked, shoving a fork full of food into her mouth.
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Dean and Sam were sitting out on the deck, enjoy the sun while Dean was skeching the little girl that was standing on the railings, being held steady by her grandfather. Dean was wuite good at art, he never got around to selling any of his pictures though. Sam often told him that he should but he never did. Sam was talking to someone who was standing beside them about the makeing of the ship, when a crew man passed them walking a few dogs. All the dogs were walked on the 3rd class deck incase they need to use the toilet that way, at least it was only the 3rd class deck being spoilt and not 1st or 2nd class.
"Typical that init?" the boy said, taking a puff of his ciggeratte, "walking all the dogs down on our deck so they can have a shit." The man had a strong irish accent.
"It just lets us know where we rank" Dean finally pulled his eyes away from the paper he'd be scribbling on to look at the other man.
"Like we could forget" the man replied, looking about him. Dean chuckled in agreement.
"Garth" the man said, holding his hand out towards Dean,
"Dean Winchester, this is my brother Sam"
"Sam" Garth shock his hand too. "Hi. Do you make any money off those things?" he asked, guestering towards Dean's drawing. Dean's eyes were no longer gazing at Garth, they were off in the distance, Dean had never been in the closest about his liking for men, but he avoided telling people if he could. If they asked he'd tell but as long they never wondered, they'd never know. Sam was the only one who knew about Dean's preferences and after following Dean's eye ling he noticed Castiel standing on the 1st class deck, gazing about across the 3rd class deck, into the oscean. After Garth looked at what everyone else was looking at, he became confused.
"Dean, forget about it, he's a first class gentelman" Sam said, before looking back at Garth.
"Oh, is he?" Garth didn't need to finish the sentence before Dean had blushed and confermed thesuspison with a followed,
"is that problem"
"Not at all" Garth told him, "but like Sam here said, he's a frist class. You're more likley to have angels fly out of you arse before you get anywhere near the likes of her."
But Dean couldn't take his eyes of the boy. Those were the brightest blue eyes he'd ever seen and that hair. For a first class lad, that hair is messy. And his tie, it was all croocked. He was the most beautiful man Dean had ever layed eyes upon and he'd seen quite a few given most of his time was spent in bars. Castiel turned his gaze upon Dean but looked away again almost immidetly. There was no way it could ever be between them. Dean was not only a man but he was 3rd class man. That only bring more shame upon his family, there was no way he could get Eve to agree to it but he couldn't help but to look back. Sam waved a hand in front of Dean's face but Dean couldn't tare his eyes away from the man on the deck above him. Suddenly Dean noticed Meg walk up behind Castiel and tap him on the shoulder. Drawing Castiel's attention away from Dean. Meg had, had her surspions about Castiel's likeness of her, there had been many complications in their relationship because he seemed to notice more men than he did her. Castiel walked away from Meg as soon as he noticed it was her.
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That evening as Castiel sat down for dinner with his family, he thought about the green eyed man he saw ealier that day. What lovley eyes he had. Castiel noticed his life was just an endless parade of parties and formal dinners and doing as he was told and being a gentle man and that wasn't what he wanted at all. The same narrow minded people, the same stupid small talk and converstaitions about money and jobs and holidays. As if no one would notice if he disappeared. Castiel excused himself from the table, yet again.
"I think I need some air" he said as he got up to leave. No one even bothered asking if he was alright. He ran to the 3rd class deck, given that it was the cloest to the water, it would be the best on to jump off of. He was crying as he ran, pushing past people and not even caring to stop them and apolagize.
Dean was laying on a bench on the very same deck that Castiel, was about to jump off of. He was star gazing when he heard footsteps run past him follwoed by the sound of crying. He got up to see who it was an noticed that it was the man from that afternoon. What was wrong with him? Dean had to find out so he walked slowly and quitley after him. Finally Castiel made it to the end of the deck and was faced by the railings that stopped people from falling over, into the icy ocean beneath them.
