Disclaimer: I own nothing. Pirates belongs to Disney, Supernatural to Kripke and Kingdom of Heaven to Ripley.
Dean was four years old when he started his obsession with pirates. His mother had spun elaborate bedtime stories of pirate ships, captains and adventures in the Caribbean. She had even told him once that they were descended of pirates but as Dean grew older, he assumed that it was another story. Still, when Sam comes up with a wacked-out plan to find The Flying Dutchman in the hopes of finding a loophole for his deal, his inner four-year-old starts dancing with glee. Not that he'd ever let Sam know, of course.
Dean glances around at the boat and Captain Sam has chosen. The grizzled Captain Johnson is a hunter, who fishes part-time on Nantucket. "You sure you wanna conjure up The Flyin' Dutchman?" The aging man asks. Sam nods, resolute. "I'm sure." He said, voice firm. The Captain shrugs, but not before the older Winchester hears him mumble "It's your life on the line."
Ignoring the other hunter, Dean stares out at the wide sea. The ocean called to him, sang in his blood. It called to him almost as much as the hunt called to him and he didn't know exactly why. Closing his eyes, Dean could hear his mother's voice as she told him the legends of Captain Jack Sparrow, the most wily pirate to ever sail upon the Seven Seas and of their own ancestors, the Turners. It made him smile, remembering the stories she had told him and how he had loved to pretend to be a pirate as a kid.
Far away, Captain William Turner felt the call of blood to blood. Two of his bloodline-and of Balian's-were out upon the water and they were in trouble. "To Nantucket, men!" Will called and the crew scurried to respond. "Son?" Bootstrap Bill Turner asked curiously, not liking the look in the younger Turner's eyes. "Two of our descendants require our assistance." The Captain of The Flying Dutchman responded quietly. Bootstrap nodded, understanding. The Flying Dutchman dove down into the sea, and resurfaced near Massachusetts.
Sam, Dean and Captain Johnson stare in absolute shock as the massive ship emerged from the depths of the ocean without even being summoned. It is a beautiful ship, gleaming white and shining in the daylight. The captain is a young man around Sam's age with olive skin, long curly dark hair and dark brown eyes that are ageless. He smiles, extends a hand, and the three mortals find themselves standing on the legendary ship.
"Welcome to The Flying Dutchman. I am Captain Will Turner, at your service." Will smiled at his descendants, who stood openmouthed. "H-how did you get here without being summoned?" Sam asked curiously. The dark-haired captain blinked. "You do not know?" The two brothers shook their heads. "Whenever my descendants are upon the the open water, I can sense them. It has come in handy, as the pirate blood that flows through the four of us can sometimes lead to trouble." Here Will gestured to himself, his father, Sam and Dean.
Dean's inner four year old started to shriek with glee. If this immortal pirate captain was telling the truth, then he and Sam had pirate blood running through their veins. 'But how...unless...unless...Mom's story really was true.' It was a staggering thought.
"You really did not know, did you?" Will said gently, looking at their expressions. "No, we didn't. I'm Sam Winchester, and this is my older brother Dean. We're...hunters. Of...evil supernatural things. My brother needs help...and after this dream I had, we decided to see if possibly you could help." With that opening, Sam launched into their story with Dean interjecting at some parts. Bootstrap and his son listened quietly.
When it was over, Will looked at his descendants through time. "I cannot help you, for I can only release those who have agreed to serve on board my ship, but I know someone who can." Bootstrap and his son shared a meaningful look. Sam nodded slightly in comprehension. "Calypso." He whispered.
Dean raised his eyebrow. "So we're going to call on a Goddess? Isn't that rather dangerous?" He asked, skepticism coloring his voice. Will smirked. "Not if you know her personally." At the Winchester's looks, he elaborated. "She helped us save Captain Jack Sparrow from Davy Jones's locker in 1780, which is the year that we freed her...as well as the year I became Captain of the Dutchman. I think she owes me a favor after all these long years, don't you agree?"The dark-haired Captain quipped. In spite of himself, the older Winchester smirked at his distant great-grandfather. Apparently, the Turner-Winchester clan had the exact same sense of humor.
"Fear not, Captain Johnson, Dean and Sam are safe onboard The Flying Dutchman. Once this is over, I will see them safely to shore, so you may go now."Will's voice was polite, but with a steel edge of command to it. The grizzled older man nodded, getting the hint. "Thanks." Sam said as Johnson waved good-bye to them and steered his fishing boat away from the ghost ship.
"James? Would you mind showing Dean and Sam the way to the Captain's quarters?" Will turned to a dark-haired man with intense blue-green eyes. Norrington nodded and gestured to the brothers. "Follow me, you two." He said softly as he led the Winchesters down into the belly of the ship.
They sat down at an elaborately carved table and wait for the Captain to meet with them. "So..umm...how long have you served onboard this ship?" The younger Winchester asked, attempting to make small talk. Norrington gave an elegant shrug. "I was killed by the previous captain, Davy Jones. My soul did not instantly go to Heaven and I was stuck in the Locker. When Will became the new Captain, he offered me a post and I accepted, for I do not feel I am ready to go to my eternal peace just yet." Norrington explained wryly just as the Captain came down the stairs and into the room, followed by Bootstrap.
"My apologies for keeping you waiting. James, would you mind taking the helm for a little while?" The forever young Captain asked his friend quietly. His friend nodded and left the Turner-Winchester clan to themselves. Standing up to face his descendants, Will gently took off the necklace that he had worn for centuries. It was a Piece of Eight, given to him by Elizabeth after the Gathering of the Pirate Lords. "You're going to have to sing along in order for this to work." Bootstrap Bill instructed. Sam and Dean looked at each other incredulously, but shrugged in acceptance. After all, what was a little singing compared to Dean's life?
"The bell has been raised from its watery grave...do you hear its sepulchral tone? We are a call to all...pay heed the squall and turn your sail towards home!" They sang, voices rising and melding into one psychic call.
Sam had no way of knowing it, but Dean immediately recognized this song. When telling him about the legendary pirates, she had taught him this sea shanty. It sent goosebumps down his spine, because he could feel the pirate blood that bound him to Will and Bootstrap Bill Turner rising. The song reminded him, inexplicably, of home.
"Yo-ho..haul together, hoist the colors high! Heave ho, thieves and beggars...never say we die!" The Turner-Winchester men sang the ending chorus and far away, Calypso heard the summons and hurried to answer.
All four men felt the waves change. There was the sound of thunder, and Calypso appeared in the room as Tia Dalma. She gave a cat-smile as soon as she spotted the Winchesters and gave a throaty laugh. "Well, well, well. Looks like da two monster 'unters be true to der bloodline afta all." Calypso's eyes danced with either mischief or amusement, Dean couldn't be sure. All he was certain of was that after this meeting, his life would never be the same again.