Part 2

I'm not entirely sure what really is in this period of time for this chapter so bare with me. Also, this is the only chapter where it's a huge time leap forward just because I didn't want to be too repetitive in what's happening around them in terms of social development.

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"Dean?"

The small growling sounds brought the man to a startling wakefulness. Glancing over at the covered window, seeing a peek of sunlight stream in caused him to frown. His attention returned to the other man laying in the bunk below him, tossing and turning on his own accord as the boat they sailed on swayed with the waves. The growls were becoming more profound as the other man's nails began digging into the sheets around him, tearing through them with ease.

The younger of the two men carefully jumped off his bunk and leaned over the older, resting a large hand on his shoulder.

"Dean, wake up." The younger's voice pleaded as he shook his companion. He startled back as the older man sat up with lightning speed, mouth open, fangs visible. "Dean it's me! It's Sam!"

It took a few seconds for Dean's eyes to clear as he registered where he was, that dream had only been a dream. That the woman who plagued it wasn't truly there, her sweet blood wasn't flooding his mouth. Nearly two centuries later and he barely remembered her face but the taste of her...that never went away.

"Sam?" Dean's voice was gruff as he turned his face. The younger man nodded, moving closer again and sitting on the edge of the bed. "I'm sorry."

"Was it that dream again? From when you were turned?" Sam asked quietly, glancing around to make sure none of the other night crew were hanging around to hear. Dean didn't answer, just ran a hand over his face with a sigh.

"Do you ever have them of the night I…" He couldn't finish his question, the guilt still riding him, even decades later.

"Yeah." Sam easily confessed and it just reminded Dean once more how much more mature this far younger man was, than himself.

Sam had been dying when Dean had met him, the boy barely in his adult years. He had watched his father work on ships that would sail people to the new world, and had wanted to sail them himself. The only problem was that the boy was so sickly, he would never survive the voyage. When his father died in an accident, leaving him orphaned, Sam had wandered through the streets of England, a poor dishevelled sickling. People avoided him as if he carried the plague.

How he managed to survive into his second decade of living still astounded Dean to this day.

It had been a dark night when they met, Sam having stumbled his way into an alley where Dean was feeding. Instead of running in fear, screaming, or trying to attack the vampire, Sam had been instantly enthralled with the concept of the creature he faced. Dean had run off on him but Sam had put up an incredible chase to the point where the older man had finally consented to bring him into the darkness.

The decision to turn the young man became final when Sam, on his hunt for the vampire, had run into muggers who were beating him to the verge of death. Dean had swooped in out of the shadows, murdered the muggers, and fed Sam his blood. Decades later, they were virtually inseparable. Dean considered himself to be something of a monster while Sam viewed their existence as an evolutionary thing. Something that Dean was constantly having to remind the young man to keep quiet, especially on the ship amongst the more religious sorts.

The older of the two was almost jealous of the younger on several occasions when it seemed like the younger had a better control of himself. Sam seemed more capable of withholding himself, or maybe it was just because Dean had taken the time to teach him properly whereas he himself had never had a teacher. He had seen Bela a few times in the centuries since he was turned but it never lasted long. One of them always tried to kill the other eventually, even if they did seem to have some truly fantastic sex in between attempts.

"I think we're reaching port." Sam muttered quietly, listening to the shouts from on deck. "I heard the others talking about picking up a Governor."

"Great...that's just what we need on board." Dean ground out, flopping back down and covering his eyes with his arm. "Get back to sleep Sam, you'll be cranky tonight if you don't."

"Don't project yourself onto me." Sam teased lightly. Dean swung his arm blindly and smirked when he felt the solid mass of his companion and heard the disgruntled murmuring from the larger man. He heard the sounds of the upper bunk rustling and Sam settling back to sleep with ease.

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"Gents, we sail for the new world!" The Governor called out to the ship, receiving cheers from the crew and passengers alike. "It will be a long hard way but it will be worth it!"

"That's what they always say." Dean grumbled, staying in a shaded spot at the back of the crowd next to Sam. The taller man grinned slightly and watched the Governor making his announcements of encouragement. Dean's eyes rolled in boredom before he paused as the action brought his sight to the young woman off behind the Governor. Her blonde hair fell softly in ringlets around her face, her skin pale, though not nearly as pale as his own. Dean lifted his head to catch a better look, eyebrow raising at the sight of her dress pushing her breasts up. She looked almost flushed and given that it was just about sunset, that could mean she wore a corset, the apparatus likely pushing too much inwards to make breathing comfortable.

Her eyes suddenly lifted, as if sensing she was being watched, and locked contact with Dean's eyes. She looked almost startled that he was focusing so much on her. Truthfully, he was just as stunned at himself. Nevertheless, he held her gaze until her flush deepened and she turned away quickly.

"The governor must be confident in this to bring his family along." Sam muttered, glancing sideways at Dean. His eyebrow lifted at the intensity in his companions gaze and slowly turned his eyes to the young woman. "Oh, Dean, no, come on."

"What? I've not done anything." Dean defended with a slight lift of the corner of his mouth. Sam just gave him a warning look and shook his head. "Will you relax? I won't do anything to jeopardize us, okay?"

"Please don't." Sam pleaded softly.

It wouldn't have been the first time Dean's insatiable libido had gotten them in trouble, but it would be the first time in a ship. With no way to get away, things could get very messy very quickly. If there was ever a place to keep a low profile, it would be here. Lord help him though, as he found his eyes staying on the young woman, this journey couldn't be over fast enough. Neither could the Governor's speech, it seemed, as the man droned on long after the shore was lost behind them and there was nothing surrounding them but the waves and gulls.

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Keeping to himself was harder than Dean thought, as he found himself constantly running across the Governor's daughter whenever he came on deck for his night work. She was always wandering around, looking much more comfortable than she had been initially with less people around. The longer they were out at sea, the more relaxed her wardrobe got. After the first few weeks, she no longer wore a corset and Dean found he appreciated the free form much more than the restricted. She didn't interact with anyone and no one was brave enough to approach her at the risk of angering her father.

"Stop watching her, Dean." Sam chastised quietly, shooting a glare at his sire. Dean had stopped working several minutes before, just watching as the daughter leaned on the rail of the ship, looking down at the water. Her hair was loose and free to flow around in the breeze. She seemed just utterly at peace in the moment and he couldn't help but watch.

"Oh come on. There's no one paying attention." Dean turned his eyes to Sam but kept the daughter in his peripheral. "Besides, we're just fake working right now anyways. Bodies on deck, that's all we are, there's nothing to do." Sam shook his head and picked up a length of rope, beginning the process of wrapping it around his arm. "Can you really honestly say that you wouldn't take your chances with her if the opportunity arose?"

"Her and her mother are the only women we've been around for weeks, just about everyone would if they could, Dean." The younger man was clearly concerned but his attention had turned to the rope.

"No one is brave enough for any of that and...where'd she go?" The panic in the older vampire's voice made the younger lift his head just as there was a splash from the side of the ship where the daughter had been. "GIRL OVERBOARD! THE GOVERNOR'S DAUGHTER!" Dean grabbed the end of the rope in Sam's hand and ran towards the side of the ship. Sam let the rope go slack, gripping instead to the other end as his sire leapt overboard. The rest of the crew went into high alert, running to the side, lighting the lanterns and using covers to try and direct the light into the dark water. Sam wound the end of the rope around his wrist and held on tightly, watching as it pulls more and more taunt.

Dean was never more grateful for his enhanced vision as he was in the midst of the dark sea, trying to find the daughter. A flash of cloth caught his eye and he let go of the rope as it tightened it's full length. Pushing himself hard, he swam quickly through the depths and latched his hand onto the dress, pulling it and the body it covered towards himself. Circling his arm around her waist, he kicked his legs to bring them to the surface. When their heads broke through, Dean yelled up to the ship and swam towards it. The rope was flicked towards them and the vampire wrapped his free hand with it.

When they were pulled onto the deck, Dean wasted no time in pressing his hands down on the daughter's chest. Seconds later, water was spewing out of her mouth and he turned her to her side so it wouldn't just go straight back in.

"Easy, easy, I got you." He spoke gently to her, rubbing his hand on her back. The rest of the crew kept a distance from them, unsure how to proceed, especially not when there was yelling from the enraged father who suddenly pushed through the crowd. The Governor gripped onto the back of Dean's soaked shirt and tore him backwards from the daughter. The vampire tensed but held in his growl of rage.

"Sir, he just saved your daughter, he was only ensuring her safety." Sam uttered quickly, jumping to Dean's defense as he crouched beside his sire, laying a restricting hand on the other man's shoulder. "Your daughter was standing by herself and my brother caught her fall. He wasted no time in crossing the deck to her rescue."

"Is this true, Sera?" The Governor questioned his daughter as he held her against his side, rubbing his hand on her arm to warm her from the cold chill in the water.

"Yes." The first sound of her voice triggered something in Dean's head that he just couldn't place but a familiarity crept over him. "I was leaning over to try and...see...something. I must have gone too far." Her green eyes lifted to Dean's and her breath caught momentarily, catching onto his suddenly intense gaze. "Thank you."

"It's...part of my duty, ma'am." Dean assured her. He wanted to take her hand for reasons he couldn't understand but held back, staying where he was. The Governor looked between them, a slight frown on his face before he sighed heavily.

"I will speak to the Captain but if my daughter is insistent on her late walks, I want her to be guarded." The politician stated firmly, with an air of disdain. "I would request it to be you. But know that if you lay inappropriate hands on her, I will have them removed."

"Understood, sir." Dean accepted, having no other option to the matter. He looked at the daughter, Sera, and watched her watching him. Her chest and face flushed for an entirely different reason now and he suddenly felt like he wasn't going to be able to keep his word.

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"So what made you do it?" Dean questioned several days later as he walked with Sera around the length of the deck. She had chosen to stay in her cabin the last few days, only venturing out in the light. Dean had been wondering if his order to protect her was for nothing until she stepped on deck near the midnight hour. He had near instantly abandoned his task of fixing the railing on the side of the ship to join her without any words for nearly an hour.

"Do what?" Her voice and posture were suddenly tense as she refused to look at him. He had strategically put himself between her and the water, keeping her more towards the center of the deck.

"There was no way you could have seen anything in the water to have caused yourself to lean over enough to fall...accidentally." Dean tried to keep his tone soft, not wanting to sound rude or accusatory. Slowly, her sea green eyes moved to meet his and the look nearly broke his unbeating heart.

"I hate it here, I didn't want to leave my home." Sera whispered, darting her eyes around to ensure no one could hear her. Truthfully, had it not been for enhanced hearing, the vampire never would have heard it himself. "I was supposed to stay home, be raised by my grandparents, married off into a wealthy family." She sighed heavily and moved around him, leaning over to lay her arms on the railing but staying far enough back to keep her own body away from it. The angle was tantulating and Dean momentarily allowed his eyes to travel the curve of her back, go over the roundness of her bottom before quickly returning to her face. "I made an argument against my betrothed and apparently offended the family. My parents packed me up the next day and brought me with them to here."

"Shit, I had that happen to me once." He chuckled slightly at the irony that he wasn't lying. She looked at him curiously and he leaned one elbow on the railing, "A long time ago, my father told me I needed to marry someone. It..didn't work out."

"Is that why you're here? To escape?" Sera seemed genuinely curious. She moved slightly closer to him, turning to mirror his posture. The angle made her tilt her head and Dean found himself focusing on her neck. He could make out the vein as the skin pulled taut from the tilt. He had never smelled her blood but swore he could now feel a pull in it that called to him.

"There are...demons...in my life." He leaned forward to brush his fingers across her neck, using the rouse of moving her hair back as reason to his action. She shuddered under the touch and leaned towards him just slightly but it was enough for the vampire to notice. His eyes shot around the deck, knowing that they were shrouded in darkness with Sam thankfully on the other end of the deck. He looked back to the woman in front of him, moving his feet unconsciously toward her until their toes were nearly on top of each other.

"That...sounds...horrible." The blonde whispered, her head tilting back to accomodate for his height, keeping her eyes on his. She let out a small gasp as his cold hand moved itself to rest on her neck, lightly, the fingers curving around to the back, his thumb grazing her lower lip as her mouth opened for her exhale.

"I shouldn't do this. We shouldn't do this." Dean's voice was hardly more than a whisper. He leaned right down to her, their foreheads barely touching the other. His eyes were closed but he could feel hers on him. Her breath passed warmly across his skin but he could feel her cooling under his touch. The sound of her heart pounding in her chest seemed to just flood his ears. He knew he should keep his eyes open, keep a lookout, move away from her, do anything but what he knew he wanted to do.

"Do what?" The utter innocence in her voice brought his eyes to open which was the start of his descent. Their eyes connected and a second later he had her hair tangled around his hand as his mouth collided against hers. His other hand gripping onto her waist and holding her body against his while her hands went from his waist, to his chest, before finally settling around his neck.

She was so warm, so alive, and something about her just seemed so familiar. He couldn't think properly, not with her pushing herself against him, gripping onto him for dear life. She tried to match his tongue movements with her own but her inexperience shone through enough that Dean gently took her head in his hands and directed it's movements, turning things more slow and sensual then quick and desperate. He didn't want to move away from her but he felt the catch in her air, knew she needed to breath, so he reluctantly removed his lips from hers, touching their foreheads to each other once more.

"Your father will kill me." Dean kept his voice low, staring down at the young woman. He tried to will his body to calm down but it wasn't helped by her squirming. If she didn't room with her parents and he with the crew, he was certain he'd have taken her somewhere to thoroughly see to her movements. As it were, he had to reign himself back in, get control once more.

And then she licked her lips and he was right back in there, chasing her tongue with his own. He maneuvered her against the solid wall, away from the water's edge. His hands bunched up her skirts before reaching under and lifting one of her legs to wrap around his waist. Her surprised gasp was followed by a low moan, unconsciously moving her hips to rub against his growing hardness. She tensed up when he growled against her lips but was quick to melt back against him when he moved his mouth to her neck.

"Dean? Dean, where are you?" Sam's voice calling across the deck was like a splash of cold water and the pair instantly froze before Dean slowly let Sera's leg down. He ran his hand across his face before allowing himself to open his eyes and look at the blonde. Her hair was messed up from where he had grabbed at it, her lips were swollen, her skin flushed. Her eyes seemed dazed with pupils blown out from the darkness and from lust if the scent she gave off was anything to go by. The scent was so strong, Dean had to fight with himself to keep from going at her again. He wondered if Sam could smell it and that was why he was suddenly calling out to his sire. Shaking his head, he helped Sera sort out her appearance before stepping from the shadows with her slightly behind him. Sam met them halfway across the deck and the look he gave Dean told the older vampire that he knew and he did not approve.

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Despite knowing everything that was against it, and what could happen should they be caught, almost every night Dean and Sera would end up in some dark shadowy corner of the ship, hands running over each other, lips desperately pressed together. Dean made heavy attempts to keep his mouth from her neck. On the occasion it went there, he had to consciously control himself to not leave a mark or worse, bite into the creamy flesh. That was probably harder to avoid doing than just pulling her dress up and having his way with her at any given time.

They were a fortnight away from dry land, if it even took that long, and it was something they rarely discussed between them.

On one particularly calm night, Dean brought Sera to the very front of the ship, helping her sit right behind the figurehead. It was the first time he was letting her anywhere near a position that could potentially see her go into the water and he was pleased that she didn't even bother looking down only looking at the night sky. He found a way to squeeze himself beside her, holding her slightly on his lap with an arm holding her firmly in place. Leaning his head back, he could just make out the break in the skyline that would be the new land they were going to inhabit. Should the weather remain calm, or even with a breeze that blew in their favour, he had no problem believing they could reach land within a week, and that was if they didn't start sending people over in the boats first. The problem with the boats is that he knew Sera would be among the first to go and it wouldn't be at night, unless one of them convinced her father that she would only go with Dean.

"What will happen once we are on land?" Her voice broke the silence around them and he turned his head to look down at her. She was leaning her head back to look up at him. Things on the ship had gotten so casual that she and her mother were down to wearing the bare minimum to prove decent, their dresses hardly more than long slips to cover their bodies. Sera's level of faithfulness to whatever her relationship with Dean was, saw her rejecting offers to sit on the deck in the daylight, letting the sun bake her skin like her mother.

"Well, we'll start our new lives in the new world." The vampire mused with a shrug. He let his fingers run along her bare arm, lifting his other hand to brush back hair that had blown across her face. "There'll be new jobs to take care of, buildings to make, homes to.."

"I meant...with us." Sera interjected. She sighed and looked down, as if ashamed with even bringing up the topic. Her head lifted again, a more determined expression across it, and Dean couldn't help the smirk of pride at her coming out of her shell. "What are we, Dean? Are we a tryst? Is it because I am the only female on the ship that is unwed? Do you plan to marry me?"

Dean was all set to answer until the last question came up. He paused, considering. He had never thought of marriage, not since he was human and the subject was forced on him but never seen through. He couldn't help the frown that came across his face, wondering if he should finally tell her what he was. Would she be afraid of him? Would she tell her father? He didn't want to risk an angry mob going after him or Sam. But looking down at Sera's face, he didn't want to turn her away. He ran the backs of his fingers along her cheek, felt her breath escape in a sigh as her eyes fluttered shut.

"I plan to ask your father's permission to court you." Dean uttered without thinking. The surprise on her face was clear even in the darkness but she couldn't hold in the tiny smile that graced her lips. "Not as if there's many big nobles in the New World that he can trade you off to, right? After all this time of me being your companion on board, perhaps he'll see it as a good idea for your wellbeing?"

"I hope so." She whispered breathlessly. She shuffled herself around and leaned up, meeting his lips with hers. Dean wound her hair around his hand and wondered for a split second if he could turn her, keep her with him forever.

So I will admit I dragged this out maybe more than I initially intended (not just in the fact that it's taken me two years to write this either). But whoever is still willing to read this, you'll be happy to know that the rest of this "life" is mostly already written so I can have that up soon...er...ish. If you think this procrastination is bad, consider the fact that I've had this story idea since about 2014 and just could never figure out how exactly to write it out for real, not just what i had written for idea points.