A/N: Short one this week. Might post another tomorrow. Who knows.

For all of you who saw the romance theme, it is not a major theme, just an underlying tone. This is not the main focus of the story, although it will come up. It will just be implied, nothing spelled out. I don't want to scare you away, but I thought since supernatural has homoerotic subtext, my story needs homoerotic subtext.

Don't own anything, nothing at all. *Sobs uncontrollably*

Castiel was standing on the platform before a massive piece of metal, the entire ship was over 1000 feet long, and the sheer size of it was daunting. At the front of the ship was a glass sphere, the panels over five feet thick to hold against the water pressure. The bolts holding the entire ship together were bigger than Castiel's palm; everything about it was huge and over proportional. Castiel stood staring at the ship for what seemed like half an hour, his mouth was open and he was unconsciously gawking.

"Oh my. This is, stunning." Sam's praise brought Castiel back to the real world. Turning he looked at his young apprentice, Sam's eyes large and sucking in every detail that he could see.

"Yes. This is a magnificent show of man's progress. Next thing we are going to be on the moon." Castiel went back to looking at the submarine, his words making Sam's eyes grow even wider.

"Do you think that is possible? Man being on the moon. Sounds fairly far fetched does it not?"

Castiel shrugged his shoulders, "Jules Verne wrote of submarines before they were even a logical possibility and here we are staring at a replication of a work of fiction. If he was right about the submarine, what's to say that he won't be right about space travel?"

Sam had no response to Castiel so he went back to looking at the tons of iron in front of him, his mind barely fathoming the machine that made traveling underwater possible.

"She's a beauty isn't she?" Misha's voice made to two men swing around. He was standing in the uniform of a captain, the hat tipped off his forehead so his hair was sticking up over the rim. He was standing with a cane in both his hands, cocky and yet approachable.

"She is a work of true craftsmanship." Castiel could not help the praise that was coming out of his mouth. The ship truly was beautiful.

Misha chuckled, "You can tell the maker yourself. He will be travelling with you on the voyage. But for now, I shall introduce you to the captain of this fine vessel. LUCIFER!" Misha turned and yelled at a man several yards down the deck.

Castiel watched as a man turned, his grey eyes burning ice cold. The man was a beast; his six-foot frame, give or take a couple inches, was covered with muscle, making him almost as broad as he was tall. He walked over to Misha, each of his steps taken with purpose and an air of arrogance. This man was born to lead, everything about him made Castiel want to bow down in submission.

"What is it Misha?" The man spoke gruffly; he clearly wasn't pleased with being called over like a dog to his master.

"Lucifer, I would like you to meet the man who will be leading you to Atlantis. Castiel, this is Lucifer, the captain of The Garrison." Misha motioned between both men, gesturing to each man as he spoke of him.

Lucifer held out his hand, which Castiel took, his grip like a vice. "Pleased to make your acquaintance." Lucifer spoke with a grin, but his eyes spoke differently. Castiel swallowed nervously, somehow he knew that declining this mans friendship would be a bad idea.

"Like wise." Castiel pulled his hand out of Lucifer's grip, rubbing it a bit to regain the previous feeling and mobility. He turned to Sam; still trying to regain feeling is his numb limb. "This is my apprentice, Sam Wesson."

Sam held out his hand to Lucifer, a grin on his face that did not quite reach his eyes. Lucifer looked at Sam's hand for a few short moments, his eyes cold and calculating, taking in every inch of Sam before he took the hand. "It's a pleasure." Lucifer spoke the words quickly, like they were burning him on the way out.

Sam nodded, his grin gone. Sam had three inches on the man, but Lucifer's presence was enough to dwarf anyone, including the six-four giant in front of him. Lucifer walked past the group and onto The Garrison, his form quickly being swallowed in the massive bulk of iron and steel.

Misha chuckled to himself, "Quiet the character is he not? One of my favorites." Clapping his hands together a smile came back onto his face. "Well, I believe that it is time for you two to finally make the first steps of your journey, launch shall occur in less than five minutes, so you two should get on board before you are left behind."

Shuffling to pick up their bags, Sam and Castiel took one last look at the tons of metal loaming above them, and then took the first couple to steps towards their destiny, and towards their doom.