A/N: Had to cut this chapter in half because it was so long. Sorry folks, you're just going to have to wait a whole 'nother week for the next half. Oh, I am so evil.
Don't own Supernatural or Disney, but I think that you guys understand that by now.
Oh, and one more thing. This is the where the innuendo starts to get really bad, just a heads up for all of you out there who might not like that stuff.
On the ship Castiel and Sam were directed several floors down to the sleeping quarters where they would find their cabin. It was a simple room with two double bunks and a storage space between them. Sam threw his bag on the top bunk and hoisted him self after it. Lying down Sam had one of his legs propped up and the other one was dangling off the edge. Sam couldn't keep the smile off his face; he was in a submarine going to Atlantis. If someone had told him that two years ago he would have told them that they were not only crazy but also that it was impossible. Sam was glad he didn't.
Looking down from his bunk Sam noticed that Castiel was just staring at the bunk below him, seeming to contemplate where or not he could find the meaning of life in a bunk bed.
"What is it Mr. Novak?" Sam shifted to his side, leaning on his elbow. Castiel looked up at Sam, his eyes full to the brim with confusion.
"There is an arm in my bed." Sam wasn't sure whether or not to believe Castiel but his face was totally serious.
"What?" Sam slide off the bed and looked at the one underneath him. Sure enough, there was an arm lying on the bed, along with a leg and a torso.
"Oh, don't mind that. Just a bit of work, didn't have room in the ward so I brought it up." The two men swung around and looked at the man standing in the doorway. He was older than Castiel, probably in his early thirties. His blonde hair was a perfect mess and his eyes were a pale blue.
"How rude of me. My name's Balthazar, and you are?" Balthazar held out his hand to Castiel, his eyes shining.
Castiel looked at the hand that was held out to him, grimacing at the sight. Balthazar looked down too, his eyebrows rising as he noticed the liquids on his hands.
"So sorry. Sometimes I don't even notice my own mess. That's just a little secretion from my last examination." Wiping his hands on his pants Balthazar looked back at the men in front of him. "You can called me Taz by the way, it's easier than saying Balthazar. Most people find it a bit of a mouthful, but not my parents, God bless their souls. They seemed to like the idea of naming their child after an angel, something about their faith. Anyway, seems that you two boys are my new roommates. Last one left unexpectedly, said something about jumping off the bridge. Bit of a joker that one. I'm sorry, I'm rambling again. I tend to do that, just stop me when it gets to much."
Castiel and Sam just watched the man talk, wondering if it would ever come to an end, which did not seem likely at all. Both of them jumped at the blaring tone that came out of the speaker in the top corner of their rooms.
"All hands report to stations. Launch commencing in one minute."
"That would be my queue to leave." Balthazar walked out of the room, leaving a very relived Sam and confused Castiel behind. "Oh," Balthazar's head popped back into the room, "You two are wanted on the bridge. It seems that you are to watch the launch from there."
As Balthazar popped back out of the room Sam turned to look at Castiel. "Well, shall we go Mr. Novak?"
Castiel looked up at Sam, "Yes Sam." Pausing for a second Castiel looked back at his apprentice, "You didn't happen to see where the bridge was did you?"
Sam laughed, "Yes I did. Follow me Mr. Novak." Sam led Castiel out of the room and towards the bridge, passing men who were running to their stations, preparing for the launch that would change history.
Sam and Castiel finally made it to the bridge after being tussled and shoved many a time. Climbing the stairs Castiel and Sam where faced with a sea of movement, people were hustling back and forth, orders being shouted and replies being yelled.
Lucifer was standing at the front of the bridge, his hands interlocked behind his back. He was looking down at the men below him, telling his orders to the man beside him who would then relay the orders to the men below. To Castiel it seemed a bit redundant, but he didn't say anything, it wasn't his place.
The man beside Lucifer turned and Castiel saw that it was Michael, Misha's assistant. There were several other people on the bridge, but Castiel didn't know a single one.
"Take us down Lieutenant." Lucifer's voice boomed out across the bridge, shaking Castiel to his bones.
"Right Captain. Release the Cables." A sudden jarring motion rippled through the ship as it dropped. Castiel stumbled when the ship hit the water located a few feet below the belly of the vessel. Sam's hand reached out and grabbed Castiel's arm, righting him before he fell. "Drop us down ten degrees, forward at three knots."
Michael echoed the words and they were obeyed immediately, the men running around at his every word. He was their god who only answered to one man, Lucifer.
The boat dipped down, its nose pointing towards the ocean floor, the propellers kicking in with a thunderous roar. The boat continued to dive for several minutes, going closer and closer to the dark depths below. Eventually Michael's voice rang our again, "Level her out. Continue at three knots." The gradual rise of the nose could be felt briefly, Castiel's stomach feeling it more than the rest of him.
Lucifer turned around and faced the people on the bridge, a smile on his face. "Castiel, you were asked here to be introduced to the rest of the crew and your team. Michael, if you would."
Michael walked to the rest of the people on the bridge, pointing out each person as he called their name. "This is Balthazar Smith, doctor and talkaholic." Balthazar smiled and waved, clearly fighting back a comment. "This is Bobby Singer, chef." The gruff man standing next to Balthazar grunted, crossing his arms in front of his chest. He had several stains on his shirt and pants; ones from what Castiel could assume were from his cooking. "Next is Crowley McLeod, demolition expert." The little man next to Bobby smiled and winked at Sam. "Hello Darling." Sam shifted uncomfortably under the eye of Crowley. "And we also have De-" Michael paused, looking around the bridge.
Sighing, Michael turned to Lucifer and gave him a look. Lucifer nodded and went to the control panel, pressing a button and speaking into a microphone. "Petty officer Masters, get Mr. Smith up here. He's needed on the bridge, immediately." A quick 'yessir' was followed and Lucifer walked away from the panel. "Sorry about that. My crew is usually very prompt about such things."
Castiel quickly spoke, fearing for the shipmen who would be on the opposite side of Lucifer's rage. "It's not problem sir. I am content with waiting." And wait they did. The entire group shifted uncomfortably as they waiting for Mr. Smith to come to the bridge. Finally, after about five minutes a man came walking onto the deck, clearly irritated.
"What do you want Lu? I was busy fixing messes that your damn crew keeps making. I swear, the next person who tries to open a door backwards I'll shoot out of a torpedo hatch." Dean was standing with his arms crossed across his muscular chest, arms rippling as they moved. He was dressed in coveralls, but the zipper was down so the top half hung on his hips, leaving him only wearing the bottom and a wife-beater. He had grease and oil covering almost every part of his body and Castiel could swear that he had at least half a dozen tools in his pockets.
"Dean, this is Castiel Novak. He is the reason for this trip. Castiel, Dean Smith, the creator of The Garrison." Dean held out his hand to Castiel, a smile forming on his face.
"Well well. So you are the genius that everyone has been talking about. Can't say I see what they were all awestruck about, but hey, you've got the whole trip to prove me wrong right?" Dean winked at Castiel, making the man flush.
Turning to Sam Dean smiled again, "And who's gigantor over here?"
Sam grabbed Dean's hand and shook it roughly, "I'm Sam Wesson."
Dean pulled his hand from Sam's grinning the entire time. "Nice to meet you Sammy."
Frowning Sam corrected Dean, "It's Sam."
Hitting his arm Dean countered, "Sure thing Sammy. Well Lu, what are we here for anyway? I've got things to do, people to see, relationships to destroy."
Rolling his eyes Lucifer addressed the rest of the people on the bridge, "I have called you all here to meet the leader of our team, Mr. Castiel Novak. He will be guiding our team to the lost city of Atlantis. You are the follow his instructions to the letter, he is second only to me. That is all. Dismissed." The group parted like water, each going in their own separate direction. As Dean passed Castiel he whispered in his ear, "Hey, if you want, my room's three doors down from yours. You know, if you ever get lonely. Don't have to worry about a roommate either, I don't got one."
Castiel could feel the smile in his voice as Dean slunk away leaving Castiel blushing more than ever. Sam nudged him in the side, pointing with his head towards the front of the ship. "Do you want to go and look around with me? Just to kill time until we get somewhere?" Castiel nodded, not quite trusting his voice to come out as more than a squeak.
Castiel and Sam explored the ship, almost from top to bottom. There were certain areas that they were not allowed in, ones that had locks and guards standing by the doors. Castiel's curiosity got the better of him and he made a note to ask Dean about what was behind them, he knew that Lucifer couldn't answer his questions, but Dean might.
Sam and Castiel ended up at the bow of the ship, looking through the great glass panels into the ocean beyond. The little creatures swimming just an arms length away from his face fascinated Castiel; the only thing separating them was a few feet of superheated sand. Sam was acting like a five year old on his first trip to the zoo. His eyes were wide and his mouth was open, gaping at all the mysteries in front of him.
"Do you think that we are seeing these creatures for the first time? That this is the first time that they have ever been seen by man?" Castiel couldn't help but smile at his curious young friend. Sam couldn't stop asking questions even if it killed him.
"It wouldn't be hard to believe that we are the first to see these creatures. Humans couldn't come to these depths before so it would seem very likely that we are the first to lay eyes on them." Castiel wasn't looking at Sam, but he could see out of the corner of his eye the smile that the young man wore. Sam was always excited to learn and discover new things.
A small flash caught Sam's eye, a movement just out of the sight of the primary lights on the hull. "Mr. Novak, do you see that?" Sam turned and looked at Castiel, not sure if he could trust his own eyes.
Turning to look at Sam Castiel's eyes followed Sam's pointed finger, searching the darkness for what Sam had seen. Seeing nothing Castiel turned to say something when a motion in the corner of his eye caught his attention. Spinning to look in the direction the movement came from Castiel pressed up against the glass, his face touching the panels. Certain now that something was there Castiel turned to the bridge, calling out to Lucifer. "Sir? I think there is something that you should see."
Lucifer turned towards Castiel motioning to the deck hands. "Turn on the exterior lights." Two great beams of light shot out of the front of the ship, illuminating everything in its path. The beams fell on the carcasses of hundreds of ships, a colorful mixture of ancient vessels and modern steel. Silence consumed the ship, nothing but the hum of the motors could be heard.
Sam was the one to break the silence. "There must be hundreds of ships from every era down here." Turning to Castiel Sam had a terrible thought, "Mr. Novak, what made them sink?"
The answer came in the form of a horrendous jerk, flinging everyone forward several feet. Lucifer was able to catch himself on the handrail before he was flung to the floor of the ship. "What was that Lieutenant?"
Michael was moving over the control panel, his hands and eyes flying over the different gauges and dials. "It seems that we have lost our forward propellers. We have no way to control the ship."
Another jolt shuddered through the ship, warning lights and buzzers filling the once empty silence. "What now?" Lucifer was angry, what else could possible go wrong?
Dean's voice filled the room, echoing off the walls. "Lu? We have got a major leak in boiler number three. We have to evacuate before this whole ship blows."
Lucifer ran a hand across his face, "How long do we have?"
"Five minutes." The ship rotated, turning on its side. "Better make that two."
Lucifer turned to the men surrounding him. "You heard the man. All hands abandon ship." Michael carried out his command, the sound of the retreat was called out, people swarming to get to the escape pods.
Sam grabbed Castiel's arm and dragged him after the rest of the retreating crew. Castiel was glad that Sam was able to react right away; if Castiel had been on his own he would still be on the bridge, his face plastered against the glass.
Strapping him self into the seat Castiel tried to stop the shaking in his fingers. It took him three tries to get the buckle into the clasp, Sam watching him the entire time.
Just before the hatch was about to shut Dean came running in, shouting. "We've got to move NOW!" His statement was followed directly by a shuddering blast, the tiny vessel creaking under the strain.
Lucifer's voice came from the front of the vessel, Castiel wasn't sure when he got there, he hadn't seen him come in. "Take us out of here Lieutenant." He must have been addressing Michael, as Castiel was sure that they never left each other's side.
The tiny ship left with a creak and a groan, the boat objecting to the movement. Castiel's grip tightened on his restrains, his knuckles going white against the black of the buckles.
Dean was busy buckling himself into the seat next to Castiel, his hands precise and efficient, not trembling in the least. Looking around, Castiel seemed to be the only one panicking. Crowley and Bobby were exchanging glances between each other, Crowley grinning and Bobby rolling his eyes. Balthazar was muttering to himself, his mouth not stopping for even a moment. Castiel didn't realize he was staring until Balthazar looked up at him and smiled, his eyes a little crazy. Castiel looked away quickly, focusing on the fact they weren't going to die. At least, that's what he kept telling himself.
"Castiel!" Lucifer's voice barked from the front of the ship. "Where are we going?"
Fumbling for the journal Castiel flipped it open, searching for the right page.
"Castiel…" Lucifer's voice was impatient, slowly taking on an edge.
Flipping through the pages Castiel finally found the one that he was looking for. "Head towards a crevasse. It should have a symbol beside it, a kind of star."
Michael's voice came from the front, "There."
The ship titled forward, making a beeline for the crack in the sea floor. They were the first ship to move there, the rest of them following their lead. Out of the tiny porthole in the back of the ship Castiel watched as pod after pod trailed after them.
There didn't seem to be any reason for the failure of the submarine, none that Castiel could see anyway. Everything seemed to be normal.
The appearance of a huge, creature, made Castiel change his mind instantly. It easily dwarfed the submarine, it's large frame three times the size of the hull. It was the shape of an eel, it's length covered with what seemed to be steel plating. The creature was ramming itself into the empty submarine, breaking it clean in two. Once the ship sunk to the ocean floor it turned and headed straight for the other ships. Castiel couldn't do anything but watch, his mouth slowly opening as ship after ship slowly disappeared in flashes of light.
Sam flowed Castiel's gaze a gasped at the sight behind them. "Sir? We might want to get moving. Fast."
Lucifer turned and saw what Castiel and Sam were staring at. If he was surprised at all his face didn't show it. "Step on it Lieutenant. Get to that hole now."
The strain that Michael was experiencing was evident in his voice, "I'm trying sir."
"Try harder."
By now the entire contents of the pod were gapping out the window, everyone but Balthazar speechless. "Bloody Hell. What is that?"
His question was directed towards Castiel, his eyebrows tilted in confusion.
Castiel couldn't pull his eyes away from the view, his mouth answering without his brain realizing, "Leviathan."