A/N:I said I'd update on a Wednesday, didn't I?

This is a Star Trek crossover.

Okay, the Klingons may be a little less ruthless than usual, and I don't know the ship like the back of my hand, so I apologize profusely for any errors or OOC-ness. Also there's a bit more plot to this one, but I promise there's some fluff at the end! :3

Special thank you to NotYetFamous and CerysBookworm for reviewing!

*The quote at the beginning is not mine. I take absolutely NO ownership for it, 'cause I didn't come up with it. :)


"Space. the final frontier. These are the voyages of the Starship Enterprise. Its five-year mission: to explore strange new worlds, to seek out new life and new civilizations, to boldly go-"

"Cut it out, Cas, someone's gonna hear you!" Dean hissed. He adjusted the collar of his command yellow uniform shirt nervously, his eyes darting around the bridge to make sure no one had been listening in on their conversation.

"I was merely stating the criteria of our mission. Surely everyone aboard this ship knows of them at this point; otherwise, we may have a dilemma," the science officer replied. He stood behind the captain's chair, gazing out the main window of the Enterprise. They were only a few days into their expedition, but it was already beginning to feel like forever.

"Captain?" Castiel suddenly asked nervously.

"Yeah?" Dean responded. He glanced over at Cas, and seeing his worried expression, turned to look out the window.

"Oh."

The Enterprise had jumped out of hyperspace right into the path of a Klingon ship.

Dean hurriedly gave orders to the chief navigation officer, Kevin.

"Mr. Tran, divert our course to the right of the Klingon ship. Quickly!" Dean barked.

"Yes, Captain," Kevin replied. He typed away furiously, but it was too late. Just as the Enterprise began to drift to the right, the Klingons opened fire.

"What are they even doing out here?" Garth, the head engineer, questioned.

"Good point," Dean said. "Mr. Winchester, send a transmission to the ship to discover their motives. I trust your Klingon is understandable?"

Sam rolled his eyes. "More than fluent, Mr. Winchester. I'll get right on that." He turned to the display screen before him and recorded a transmission to send. Before he could program the signal, the Enterprise violently pitched, absorbing the impact of a gun blast from the enemy ship.

"Put up the shields!" Dean shouted. The crew hurriedly obeyed his command, transitioning into battle mode. Shields went up, guns were loaded and their crosshairs trained on the Klingon ship, and every seat on the bridge was filled.

Dean sat in the captain's chair, hands on either armrest. He was not showing any signs of anxiety; if he was worried, it was impossible to tell. It was his job to look after everyone on the ship, and he took that responsibility extremely seriously. One of his duties as captain was to make important decisions under stress, and that was Dean's specialty. His protective instincts took over and the right choices became obvious to him. Especially when those choices affected the safety of his crew. Dean would sacrifice himself for any member of his crew, Castiel especially. They had always been close, but during the course of the Enterprise's mission, they had grown even closer. Dean would die for Cas in a heartbeat, and he was sure Cas would do the same. They were in this together.

Enemy fire continued, and Dean was beginning to lose his cool.

"Still don't know why they're firing at us, Sammy?" the captain inquired, his voice gradually rising in volume.

"Apparently they think we're a threat, and no matter how I try to reason with them, they're still firing at us," the communications officer snapped back. "Why don't you try retreating?"

"Captain, retreating would be a temporary solution to quite a major problem," Cas stated. "It would be wiser to reason with the Klingons, to try and convince them we mean no harm."

Dean thought for a moment. Reasoning seemed to be the best solution. Retreating would only guarantee the ship pursuing them to engage in further exchange of fire.

"What he said," Dean finally announced. "Get me the captain of the enemy ship. I want to speak with him personally."

"Are you sure, Captain?" Castiel asked. He didn't like where this was going.

"Yes," Dean answered. "You're fluent in Klingon as well, correct?"

"Affirmative. I suspect your wish is for me to be your translator?"

"Bingo. You ready to do some negotiating?"

Castiel nodded. He stood straighter, playing with the collar of his shirt nervously. It was a quirk that the science officer had. Every time he got nervous, Castiel would toy with his collar, trying to give his hands something to do.

Dean placed his hand over Castiel's.

"Relax," he murmured. "You're gonna do fine. I have faith in you."

Castiel smiled sheepishly.

-xxx-

"See? You did great," Dean praised. "If it weren't for you, we'd probably be in quite a bit of a pickle."

"It was nothing," Castiel shrugged. "I merely asked the captain why his ship was attacking us, and he informed me that his crew thought the Enterprise was a Starfleet battle ship sent to destroy them. When I reassured him of our innocence – several times, I might add – he reluctantly ceased his attack on the ship."

"Yeah, but you definitely did better than Sam over here." Dean pointed to his brother. Sam rolled his eyes and muttered under his breath, obviously irritated.

"Negotiation aside, I'd like to go over the damage done to the ship," Garth said from the corner.

"Shoot," Dean replied.

"The protective shields took a bit of a beating, but everything else seems to be in order," the engineer reported.

"Then I trust you can fix it?" the captain asked.

Garth nodded and rushed back to the warp core room.

With everything back to the way it should be, Dean ordered the ship to be sent into hyperspace, setting a course for the Andromeda galaxy. Castiel stood to the left of the captain's chair, slightly behind it, standing in his usual place.

With the crew safe and sound again, Dean relaxed. He leaned back in his chair, slouching a bit. Cas placed a hand on his shoulder, and Dean sighed contentedly, closing his eyes.

Just another average day aboard the Starship Enterprise.


There is no set date for the next chapter, but I promise I'll have it up as soon as possible.