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Maiden Voyage
Chapter thirteen
Sam sat on the deck fighting to keep his eyes open as he watched the panic slowly begin to sink in as the passengers realized the ship was going to go down. Guards now stood at the stairwell leading up to the first class deck not allowing anyone from second or third class up onto the upper deck. People were beginning to panic and fights were beginning to break out. Sam watched in sadness as husbands tried to comfort their wives and children. He knew most of them would be dead by tomorrow. Sarah, the woman he had met earlier, and her daughter were among the people on the deck. It broke his heart to see her clinging to her daughter her nightmare now becoming reality. He wanted to go to her to comfort her but he knew he couldn't. He knew he wouldn't be able to make it over to her, not with the pain he was in….but he also knew that even changing a little bit of history could change the future. He had to let the drama in front of him play out, just as it had almost a hundred years ago. Sam turned his face away from the scene as he tried to catch his breath. He could tell his lungs were filling up with blood making it harder and harder to breathe. If only he could talk his brother into going back to first class, maybe he'd at least live through the night.
Dean grabbed the blankets he had gotten earlier and secured them to the raft, he knew they'd need them. He then grabbed a container and filled it with water, it wasn't much but if they were careful it should last them a few days. All he could do now was pray Sam would be okay and that somehow they'd return to their own time. But he still had no idea how they would get back. How did the others he wondered? He knew five of the seven people mysteriously reappeared a day or two later, two never came back. What brought them back he wondered? If only he and Sam had been able to interview them maybe they could have discovered something, something they now could use to return them to their own time. Dean knew he didn't have time to think about it…he knew they had to get off the ship as soon as possible. He picked up the raft and managed to squeeze it through the doorway. He knew it wasn't much but it would have to do. He then carried it through the narrow hallway and up onto the deck. He walked over to Sam and put it down in front of him.
"Sammy?" Dean felt a cold chill go through him when he looked at his brother. He was pale and unmoving, a trickle of blood dripping from the corner of his mouth. "Sam!" Dean reached down and gently shook his brother. He breathed a sigh of relief when Sam's eyes slowly opened and he looked up at him and gave him a small weak smile.
"Hey." Sam greeted his brother.
"You had me worried there for a second bro." Dean said as he sat down next to him.
"You….you really think…that thing is …going to float?" Sam managed to get out between breaths.
"It's the only thing we have Sam. Like you said we got to get off this ship and away from all this. This isn't our time, it isn't our life." Dean gently leaned Sam forward so he could check his wound. The blood flow had slowed down a little thanks to the sheets of cloth tied around Sam's body, but the location of the wound worried Dean. It was high on Sam's back and Dean knew it had to have punctured his lung. Dean knew it was bad but he didn't want to worry his brother. "It looks good Sam; I think you're going to be just fine once we get off the ship."
"You…don't have….to lie Dean….I know ….it's bad…..You still have time…to leave…with the…first class…." Sam knew if Dean left now there would still be time for him to get on one of the lifeboats. And if he only interacted with people as little as possible he would be alright, and wouldn't have done anything to change the course of history. "Please Dean…just go…."
"Ain't happening Sam. We're in this together." Dean could hear the screams of some of the passengers as they finally began to realize the ship was going down. He knew he better get the raft and he and Sam over the side before a riot started and someone tried to take over the raft. "We got to get going Sam."
The starboard side of the ship was now sitting fairly low in the water. Dean tossed the raft into the water then gently helped Sam over the railing and into the sea; he jumped in immediately afterward and pulled Sam up onto the raft. They had been lucky, the raft had landed upright in the calm seas and the blankets had remained relatively dry. He wrapped a blanket around his brother and pulled him next to him. He then used a piece of lumber as an oar and managed to row away from the ship so they wouldn't be pulled down when she sank. Now all they could do was sit back and watch.
TBC