Castiel Milton was unhappy. He did not want to move to the states, but when Lucifer and Michael decided something everyone had to go. The family's company, Haven Manufacturing, was moving to New York. Castiel and his twin sister Anna had to give up everything. Anna left behind a fiancé, which Lucifer and Michael never cared for anyway, and Castiel...he was one of the reasons they were leaving.
Michael and Lucifer had caught Castiel with another man, Balthazar, Haven's overseer. His older brother's decided to remove him from temptation. They wanted something about America to make Castiel straight.
Of course with his brothers, everything was a big show as well. Everyone had a new tailored suit. Anna was decorated with the finest pearls and furs. The titanic was a big deal and the Milton's had four top of the line tickets.
Castiel sulked the whole way.
Even at dinner, despite it being his favorite meal, he sat quietly as his family carried on.
"Castiel, you are acting like a child." Lucifer prodded.
Castiel opened his mouth to respond but just looked away.
"If father could see you all now." Michael said.
Castiel knew that Michael and Lucifer would start to bicker. Anna, who had once been so headstrong, was now flighty and obnoxious.
"I am not hungry." Castiel decided. "I am going on deck."
"Keep out of trouble." Lucifer warned.
Castiel was already gone.
Once of the deck Castiel learned that he liked the salty ocean air. The cool breeze that ruffled his long coat. Not to mention the view. Castiel leaned over the side of the rack and looked out over the calm water.
"Beautiful isn't it." A low voice said.
Castiel turned to face the stranger. His boyish face was harshed only by the redness of wind burn at his cheeks, barely covering the bursts of freckles that peaked out on his nose. He had the most glorious green eyes, like god had fought for months to find the perfect shade before putting it in the mans eyes. "It is." Castiel finally agreed. "Castiel Milton. and you are?"
"Dean." The man answered. "Just Dean."
"Well Just Dean, why aren't you at dinner?" Castiel asked.
Dean could feel the rumble in his stomach, he hadn't been brave enough to go to dinner, it wouldn't be worth getting caught. He had gone longer without eating. "Its nicer out here."
"It's quiet." Castiel answered. "You're alone."
"Not anymore." Dean said leaning against the railing.
Castiel didn't say anything to that he just looked back out over the calm water. Maybe the ship wasn't so bad.
It was awhile before Dean spoke again. "So are you running away from something? or to something?"
"My family is moving, so I am too." Castiel answered, not quite understanding what the other man might have meant.
Dean nodded. "You said Milton? I think I knew a Milton. Charles?" Charles Milton had been one of the assholes that Dean delivered groceries too, a cunning and angry man who managed to make Dean trip over his words and get himself into trouble.
"My father. He passed away." Castiel answered.
"I am sorry?" Dean said questioningly.
"Don't be. I'm not." Castiel answered. "So are you running away or to?"
Dean thought about it for a moment. "Both."
"And your wife?" Castiel asked.
Dean laughed, a low throaty laugh that rubbed Castiel in all the right ways. "I don't think that is in my cards."
Castiel raised his eyebrow, he wasn't sure of the colloquialism, but he noticed that the other man talked like the lower class. He was beginning to think the man didn't belong on board, he had heard of people sneaking on. "For me as well." Castiel said, but his was for a very different reason.
"Oh?" Dean asked.
Castiel wasn't used to so many questions. He had to come up with something on the spot he was not going to reveal his sexuality himself to some stranger on a boat - no matter how handsome. "I have a duty, with my family." He answered, realizing he sounded like some sort of robot.
"That I can understand." Dean answered.
Castiel was finally feeling comfortable when he heard a familiar voice calling out his name. Michael was looking for him. Castiel stiffened. "I have something to attend to."
"I hear that" Dean chuckled.
"Nice talking to you." Castiel answered turning to walk away.
"You as well Cas." Dean called.
Castiel allowed himself to smile, Cas, he liked that.