DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction using characters from the Supernatural/Titanic (1997) universe. I do not claim any ownership over either. This work is solely for entertainment purposes and is not considered film or tv canon (not by a long shot).

Castiel and Dean staggered out of the hold onto the main deck laughing. Castiel left his suit coat behind when he and Dean were forced to leave before they were discovered by stewards. Castiel was sure that they had been sent by Lucifer.

"Ha! Did you see those guys' faces? That was ... excellent!" Dean laughed.

Castiel was leaning over trying to catch his breath from laughing. He straightened up and found himself looking directly at Dean. They stood only inches apart. Dean took Castiel's hand. Then he kissed him.

Castiel smiled as they parted and gently brushed his fingertips along Dean's jawline. "When the ship docks ... I'm leaving with you."

Dean's eyes widened and he couldn't stop the smile that spread across his face. "This is crazy, Cas ..."

"I know," Castiel nodded. "That's exactly why I trust it."

Castiel was not going to spend one more moment of his life without Dean. He didn't care if he had to live under a bridge like a troll. He kissed Dean deeply, not caring who saw.

Suddenly a shudder ran through the deck under them and Dean gripped Castiel as they fought to keep their balances. Castiel and Dean looked up at a sight neither of them ever believed they'd see – an iceberg right beside the ship. Dean jerked Castiel back as the vessel grazed the large ice mass and large chunks crashed onto the deck. Dean ran to the railing and looked back down the length of the ship. He could see the deep scrapes along Titanic's sides. A dark feeling settled in his stomach.

If Dean had been in quarters, he would have leapt out of bed as Sam and Jo did only to find himself standing in several inches of ice cold water. He probably would have ordered them to quickly dress and gather their belongings. Thinking of his brother the entire time, that's just what Sam did. He tried to tell himself it was just the cold water that was making his hands tremble so badly.

Dean led Castiel carefully back to the first-class section of the ship. As they walked through the gate, they met Mr. Andrews, the Captain and other crewmen talking briskly about the water coming onto the ship. When Dean heard one man mention that the mailroom was underwater he started. Castiel met his eyes, their expressions the same. They had been together in that room less than an hour earlier. If they hadn't left to avoid Lucifer's pursuit . . .

"This is bad, Cas," Dean said softly.

Castiel looked at Dean and saw that his lover was truly worried. "We should warn the others, Dean."

Dean and Castiel walked back to the staterooms. They did not hold hands, but they were shoulder to shoulder. It was all they could chance in public. Dean leaned into Castiel as they saw Zachariah outside in the hallway. The valet straightened and smiled.

"We've been looking for you, sir," he said.

"Here we go," Castiel said as they walked past him without a glance and entered the rooms. Anna sat in her dressing gown, looking suitably distressed. Lucifer was pacing and the Master-at-Arms and his men were looking over the room. Michael was a dark thundercloud that no one approached as he sat on the sofa near the fireplace.

Castiel took in the bustle in his room and immediately disregarded it. He walked up to Michael. "Michael, something serious has happened."

Michael stood, silent and watchful. Lucifer approached the couple, his eye cold. "Yes ... yes it has ..." He took in the proximity of the men to one another and his facial expression froze. "Two things dear to my sister have disappeared this evening. Now that one has returned ... now that one is back, I have a pretty good idea where to find the other one. Search him."

"Now what?!" Dean exclaimed as the crewmen took off his coat and began to examine the pockets while the Master-at-Arms patted him down. His hazel eyes grew wide as the diamond ring emerged from one of the interior pockets.

Castiel felt his heart stutter. His mind was going in a thousand directions at once as he struggled to process what he was seeing. He looked at Dean in shock.

"This is bullshit!" The elder Winchester yelled. "Don't you believe it Cas! Don't!"

"But ... he couldn't have ... I was with him the entire time ... " Castiel said. He felt as though he couldn't breathe suddenly. "This is absurd."

Lucifer moved up behind Castiel as Dean was handcuffed. As he did, he leaned close and hissed softly so no one else could hear, "Perhaps it was while you were putting your clothes back on, dear Castiel."

Dean looked in shock at Lucifer. "Real slick, there, Luc. Cas ... they put that in my pocket!"

Zachariah chuckled. "It isn't even your pocket, is it son?" He turned the name patch toward Lucifer. "Property of A.L. Ryerson."

Dean blushed and looked at Castiel who'd gone very pale. "I just borrowed it, Cas. I was going to return it, I swear."

Lucifer chuckled. "Oh we have an honest thief here, do we?"

Dean could see doubt swimming behind Castiel's eyes – those blue eyes he saw even in his dreams. "You know I didn't do this, Cas. You know it."

Castiel blinked slowly. His heart was breaking in his chest. He'd been such a fool. Such a tremendous fool to believe that Dean had wanted him. Castiel realized he'd been an easy mark. He swallowed hard as Dean leaned closer to him.

"Don't you believe them, Cas. You know I didn't do it." Dean whispered desperately. He couldn't bear to see the look of betrayal in Castiel's eyes. His heart clenched as he saw a resolute expression fall over the young man's face. "Cas! Cas! You know me! You know I didn't do it!"

Castiel watched as Dean was dragged out of the room and down the hall, still pleading with his lover. He stood helpless in the sitting room as the others slowly trickled out. He tried not to see the expression of hurt on Anna's face as she returned to her rooms nor the dismay on his brother Michael's. He'd disappointed everyone. Including himself.

Lucifer stood in the doorway between the sleeping area and the main room. He walked over to Castiel and regarding him silently for a moment. Castiel looked up and met his eyes. The next moment his face stung with a brutal slap. Lucifer grabbed his shirt front and dragged him close.

"Oh ... a little slut are we?" Lucifer snarled. He shook Castiel as the younger man turned his head away. "You. Will. LOOK at me when I'm talking to you."

A knock sounded at the door and stewards entered. Lucifer snarled. "Not now -" To his shock, the steward continued talking over him.

"Sir, I've been told to ask you to please put on your lifebelts and come up to -"

"Did you not hear me? I said not now." Lucifer said warningly.

The steward ignored the tone and continued firmly. "I'm sorry to inconvenience you, Mr. Milton, but it's captain's orders. Now then, please dress warmly. It is quite cold out tonight." He lifted the lifebelts from their storage place in the closet. "May I suggest topcoats and hats."

Castiel stood stunned in the middle of all the controlled chaos. He didn't even register when Gabriel began manuevering him into a thick topcoat. He looked down at his servant in a daze. Gabriel smiled.

"Don't worry, sir – I'm sure it's just a precaution." Gabriel said. Unfortunately, he did not believe his own words.