A/N: Wow, first time in quite a while, but while writing a chapter for another fic, I stumbled upon the song My Heart Will Go On by Celine Dion and while I don't like her, it did kindle the fire for this fic.

I must warn that I do not care about the film 'Titanic', and have messed with the timeline of the film – so, for me, this takes place after chapter 2 in chronology, while in the film, this would have happened before chapter 2.

Also, I am currently making a playlist on Spotify with songs to listen to while reading this (or whenever you feel Titanic-y). The link can be found here: open .spotify user /1188837279 /playlist /0Ef4wEWmvhasMYuJYHFAiO (without spaces)

The title of the chapter is taken from Coldplay's Swallowed In The Sea

3. Not Swallowed by the Sea

Dean was feeling restless. It was his first time on a boat, after all, and even though he really enjoyed being on there with his buddies and brother, he still did not feel at home whatsoever. The dance from before with Castiel had put him out of his comfort zone, while at the same time also making him more comfortable. It wasn't as if he'd never had any flings with other guys – although pursued in secret, of course – but this feeling left him out of balance. Sam had noticed his unease right the first second, and had tried talking to him to get to the bottom of the problem, but Dean did not want to share his feelings for Cas. Castiel was something he could not possibly share with anyone.

Dean sighed again, and turned around in his cabin bunk bed. It was not the most comfortable bed – he would bet that Castiel's rooms were much bigger and much more comfortable – but it was better than sleeping on the streets and Dean had never been one to be picky. He promised himself that if he did not fall asleep within half an hour, he would get up and just walk around on the boat to see what was on there, anyway.

Half an hour later found Dean still awake, now even more unnerved than before. He felt like something was going wrong and he couldn't shake the feeling. Deciding that staying in bed would make it even worse, he got up and quickly put on some clothing. He left the cabin quietly, and went up to the deck as fast as he could.

Finally he could breathe a little better. The weather was clear, but the temperature was dropping, and he put on his jacket as he noticed the cold. The stars are beautiful out here, he thought, and breathed in deeply. He pulled out his sketchbook and started sketching out the position of the stars and moon. Astronomy had never held any interest for him, but now it did. The sky was perfect at night, and since this was the first time he had actually been out of the city, he loved to sketch everything and anything that was different, or just caught his eye.

Dean looked back to his sketchbook and rubbed his hands together to drive away the cold in his hands for a bit. "Something's missing", he muttered. He did not seem to get what it was, however, and lit a cigarette, while staring forward. A small sound caught his ear, and was accompanied by an even smaller movement on the upper class-deck below him. Dean strained his ears and eyes to catch what it was, but couldn't see or hear it again. The first class deck was prohibited for people who weren't travelling first class, but Dean couldn't care less. He had to go check it out, because it sounded like a human was in danger and he could not let that happen while he was close.

His cigarette being almost finished, he thought it was a good reason to go to the other deck to throw it overboard. Just as he was walking towards the rail, he noticed someone standing on the other side of the rail – the wrong side, the side where that person could fall to their death in an instant.

"Hey you", Dean called out. "Don't you think the other side of the rail is better for hanging onto your life?"

"Dean?" The other person looked up, and Dean recognised him.

"Castiel? What are you doing there? Get the heck over that rail right now. I don't want you to fall!" Dean felt panic rise. What was Castiel doing? Did he want to commit suicide?

"I… I don't want to anymore," Castiel sobbed. "Meg… Meg wants to marry me as soon as we arrive in America, and I don't want to marry her. I… I never wanted this. My mother, on the other hand… She believes that everything will be better if we marry to someone with rich parents."

"But I thought you were kinda wealthy too, Cas. I don't understand."

"We are old money. My mother always assumed that the old money would rule, that it would never change. But it did. Us being 'old' means that I won't have that many options marrying. I figured that if marrying Meg is my only option, being dead is always better."

"You do realise that the water is ice cold?" Dean asked softly, while approaching Castiel slowly, and taking off his boots in the process. "And that, if jumping off won't kill you, the cold will? Oh, hypothermia is a terrible way to die, brrr."

Castiel shuddered, too. "But Dean, I don't want to live anymore. I despise Meg, I don't want to marry her. If it should be anyone, let it be you!"

Dean huffed. "Yeah, we're in the same boat there. Afraid you can't marry me, though. You won't wanna live where I do, and I don't think I can handle so much upper-classness as your family has. No offense."

"None taken", Castiel replied. "I… I did not know that. That you would like to marry me."

"I did not, either," Dean said, his voice softening. "Until I said it, that is. I realised only then that it is true. So, would you hop over that rail for me, Castiel? Please?"

"O-o-okay." Castiel's voice shook as he accepted, and Dean rushed forward to take Castiel's hand.

"Just place your left hand here, and I will lift you over the rail, okay?"

"Yes, Dean."

Dean lifted Castiel over the rail with ease, and pressed a quick kiss on Castiel's cheek. "I hear some people coming and I'm not allowed here, so… take care, okay? I'll come by tomorrow, or something. Promise me you'll take care of yourself?"
"I promise, Dean", Castiel said. Dean sprinted away and jumped back onto his designated deck.

Castiel saw that Meg approached him now, and he sighed deeply, looking at the ocean longingly. He wished he was as simple as Dean in life.