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"Now is the time for silence, Gabriel." Pleased by the quiet that responded to Castiel, the younger sibling began to step out of the hallway and into the sleeping quarters. Striking blue eyes remained locked onto a sleeping Bobby as Castiel left the cover of the hallway and its door frame.
Just as Gabriel began to follow, the two boys froze at the sound of laughter and approaching footsteps descending down the open stairwell.
"Hide," Castiel hissed to his brother, whose eyes were trained on the stairwell and the beginnings of feet on descending steps.
The two frantically jumped for cover. Castiel chose to slip behind a set of barrels, leaping into the safety of their shadows and size. Desperately the older Novak looked for a safe spot, Castiel watching with pleading eyes as he glanced towards the nearing crowd of pirates. Cursing, the elder brother rushed back towards the hallway, slipping behind the door just as the group entered the main sleeping quarters.
"It's odd, being back and all. Good, but odd," a voice from the many stated, and there was murmur of agreement among the rest.
"Although I wonder where Dean was that whole time, you know? I'd trust the man with my life, but he just disappeared on us. That's not something you do to your family," quietly a different voice spoke, and once more there was another buzz of understanding, yet this time much quieter and serious. Castiel listened as the group remained silent, awkwardly standing among one another while he hid. An accented voice that made Castiel's eyes narrow called out to the others.
"Alright you filthy pirates, we know that Dean wouldn't leave like that without good reason. I'm sure he'll share when he's ready. But we all came here with the promise of not questioning and trusting the man like we have before, so lets stick to our side of the commitment, savvy?"
Balthazar smiled at the unanimous agreement he received from the others, "all right, now which one of you lucky ducks wants to sweep the ship before bedtime, eh?" The group grumbled while the first mate's eyes swept across the group, searching out for a volunteer. Castiel kept his head low as he watched with a slight curiosity, though he remained tense and ready; both hands clutching his wooden board.
"Ah, Garth. So lovely of you to offer up your kind services," Balthazar smiled at the thin man, who grumbled before taking the lantern out of the first mate's hand. Castiel ducked down as the pirate began to head towards the hallway that Gabriel headed in. A pit grew in his stomach, he couldn't let them catch Gabriel. Resolve filled within Castiel, and the former sailor acted in the defense and hope for his brother.
After Dean managed to fall asleep, his mind felt open as memories seemed to drift past him.
A younger boy asking to get candy, eyes wide and innocent. Unable to resist, a young Dean Winchester led his brother inside the store; enjoying the look of happiness that danced in his brothers eyes.
As Dean opened the door, he walked into another memory. This time he was on a ship, his ship. He noticed both his brother, older than before, along with a man he knew was his father. Together the three were standing back to back, fighting off enemies that the pirate captain didn't bother to identify. It was easy to recognize the feeling of love that was felt by the three.
Suddenly Dean was looking at his brother once more, eyes determined as he turned around and walked away. Left behind was a distraught older brother, left alone now without a father or a brother to turn to, to count on. But he was soon embraced, and it was easy for the Winchester to recognize his crew before him. They stood by his side, loyal and understanding; family.
But once more Dean stood on the Impala, he looked around to try and recognize where they were. Silence filled the night saving for the lapping of water on land, and Dean stared at the island that his boat was on, along with another ship that remained beached near his own.
"It's time to go, Dean Winchester," a voice called from behind him. Panic rose in Dean, recognition slamming into him and his conscious.
"No!" Dean shouted as he awoke, his heart pounding while he sat up in his chair. Eyes wide, the pirate captain tried to relax, breathing deeply. Once his heartbeat slowed, the Winchester rubbed his eyes before turning his chair around to look through the window in the back.
Still dark, Dean was silent as he looked at the dark ocean with it's starry counterpart. He took a moment to admire the reflection of the stars, which flowed and moved with the waves.
Closing his eyes, the captain rested his head against the window as he leaned forward. The sounds of the ocean was peaceful, and Dean appreciated his and his father's career choice. His mind began to drift to his father, until it began to poke and prod at the steel box that was settled in Dean's conscious.
"No," he growled at himself, turning back towards the desk. His eyes were drawn to the familiar scratch marks that he had already found himself staring at constantly, but he forced himself to look away.
Angrily Dean faced the calming ocean to try and calm down. Noticing his reflection in the window, the pirate stared at his image. His face was haggard, the way his eyelids drooped slightly along with the dullness of the spirit in his eyes. Dean Winchester was an infamous pirate, but this didn't make the man a god. Even mortals like himself needed rest, but that was the last thing he wanted; to return to the nightmares.
He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath again to pacify the swelling anger inside of him. Dean did not want to feel the rage, the anger that was stabbing him, wanting to be noticed and satisfied.
However, Dean was drawn out of the quarrel inside of him as he heard a commotion going on below him.
"What the hell are those maniacs up to now?" The captain muttered before heading towards his door to see just what his crew was up to at such a late hour.
Castiel launched the barrels at the pirates, one at the group before throwing one at Garth. Hurriedly he rushed through them, heading towards another hallway opposite to the one his brother hid in.
He cast a glance, and through the crowd he could've sworn he saw a glimpse of his brother's eyes before he threw the door open and entered the hallway. Quickly the former sailor locked the door, and he jumped as it was pounded on the other side, the knob refusing to turn all the way. Smiling slightly, Castiel turned and began to rush through the hallway, looking for somewhere to hide; to stall for the sake of his brother.
Deciding to head down the stairs, the younger Novak brother thrust the door at the bottom open, revealing a supply room. His heartbeat was loud in his ears as he heard the previously locked door get forced open.
"Search all the rooms!" An accented voice commanded, and he listened as doors began to open above him. Eyes scanning the room, the former sailor searched for a proper hiding spot.
Time, that was all he needed to give to his brother. Gabriel was smart, kidding around put aside, and could easily find his way back to Darton and know where the Impala currently was located. So Castiel would provide time, it was the only option he had left.
Deciding to make the supply room his last stand, Castiel gave up on the hiding spot and locked the door. With speed the former sailor began to barricade the door, shoving as many heavy items in front of the door as possible. It wouldn't keep them out, but it would take them time.
And that's what Castiel needed to provide.
Gabriel watched with surprise as his younger brother jumped from his hiding spot, throwing barrels at the pirates with accuracy. Catching them off guard, his brother raced to the other side of the room, and for a moment their eyes locked. The older sibling could've sworn he saw the small smile his brother gave him, the confidence and determination in his eyes met with Gabriel's surprise and understanding of the message relayed through their shared look.
Get out.
Quietly Gabriel smiled slightly as the pirates took the bait, attacking the door that his brother had locked. Finally the door gave way, and the crew filled the hallway, none of them noticing as the older Novak quickly snaked his way through the doorway and up the stairs to the deck.
As he reached the top of the deck, Gabriel took a moment to look at the stars, trying to figure out where he was and how far away he was from Darton. But he was interrupted as he heard a door begin to open ahead of him.
Heart racing, Gabriel dove to his right, managing to reach the edge of the cabin before bringing himself behind a tarp holding down a stack of barrels. With silence the elder brother watched as Captain Dean Winchester began to walk towards the staircase Gabriel had previously been near. The captain's eyes glanced around the deck of the ship as he descended, not noticing the hidden Novak brother.
Once the pirate captain had reached the bottom of the stairs, Gabriel rushed from his hiding place and to the object of his desire. He ripped the tarp off of the lifeboat that rested near the edge of the boat.
After a bit of work, Gabriel managed to get the boat off the deck and over the edge of the ship. Glancing towards the stairs, the elder brother could only imagine what Castiel was doing to give him time, by the sound of it they had yet to catch him; Gabriel smiled slightly at the thought.
Jumping into the lifeboat, the royal officer began to lower himself from the Impala's side; focusing on not dropping himself. But his arms began to scream at his slow descent, the weight he had to hold was beginning to become unbearable. Glancing down to the nearing water, Gabriel gritted his teeth.
"Screw it," he muttered as he released the ropes, and all at once he and the boat fell before reaching the water's dark surface. Jarred after the landing, Gabriel took a moment to collect himself, making sure the lifeboat was fine before glancing at the Impala. Sitting down and picking up the paddles, Gabriel began to row. His eyes were locked onto the mighty ship until he finally turned around and directed his attention to the stars. A thought burrowed itself in his head, playing on loop as the distance grew between him and the dark ship.
I'll be back for you, Cassie.
Castiel sat down on a stool far away from the door, listening to the continuous pounding on the door that had started only moments after he barricaded it. Smiling slightly at his work, the former sailor continued to hear the curses and onslaught. Until a commanding voice spoke up among the others.
"What's going on here?" He tensed at the sound of Dean Winchester's voice, hand clenching his wooden board tightly. Blue eyes were locked onto the door as he listened in on the conversation.
"Man somehow managed to get out of the brig. He was hiding behind some barrels before he threw them and darted into here. I'm assuming he locked and barricaded the door the twit!" Castiel recognized the accented voice of Balthazar's, and his grin returned at the sound of the man's annoyance.
"What about the older guy?" The former sailor heard the captain ask, and his heartbeat began to increase. Although he couldn't help but enjoy the turmoil he had created, Castiel was terrified that he couldn't get his brother what he needed, the time he had tried to provide.
"We don't know whether or not guy's in there or if he's somewhere else." Sighing Castiel closed his eyes.
They haven't found him yet, he could be off the ship by now. The thought comforted the younger brother as he awaited his inevitable recapture.
"Garth, Charlie, and Jim. Go check the rest of the ship, make sure that he's either not there or he's in here." Castiel listened as the captain commanded his crew.
"And hurry up and open this door!" A smile grew on his face at the sound of the captain's annoyance as well. Once more the pounding on the door began, settling into a rhythmic, harsh noise.
Finally he heard the door's lock give, and the crew along with its captain began to push the door open; trying to get past all of the weight on the other side. At first it was just a crack, but gradually they managed to open it wider and wider. Castiel had watched, half of him calm while the other half was worried for his brother. His ears perked though at the sound of emergency in one of the pirate's voice.
"Captain! One of our lifeboats is missing from the deck!" Castiel smiled, shaking his head as he looked up to the wooden boards above him. His brother had made it out, he had provided enough time for him.
After hearing the news of his brother, Castiel released the wooden board he had held in his hand, resting it on the table beside him. He counted how long it took for the pirates to work on the door, the process relaxing his heart as he embraced the fact that he had succeeded in what he had intended. Gabriel was free.
At last the pirates with their captain had shoved the door open, and they flew into the room; swords and pistols drawn. Soon their attention and weaponry was focused on the former sailor, who sat quietly on his stool. They remained silent as a man with forest green eyes walked up to Castiel, stopping just short of the younger Novak brother. Castiel watched as the captain's eyes searched his own, their eyes locked in the eerie silence. Finally Dean spoke up, their eyes still focused on each others.
"Where did he go?" The captain asked, his voice strong and authoritative. Castiel raised his head up slightly, tone deep and confident as he replied.
"I think we both know where Gabriel is headed."
Dean pursed his lips as he thought about Castiel's reply, but he nodded. Without turning to the crew, the pirate captain's eyes remained trained on Castiel's.
"Balthazar, bind his hands than bring him to my quarters. I need to talk privately to Cas here." Turning around, the captain began to make his way back towards the door. But Castiel decided to ask what had been on his mind since the first moment he had met Dean Winchester.
"Why the hell don't you just kill me?" He shouted irritably at the pirate, who froze slightly in the doorway at the former sailor's outburst. The pirate crew was silent as their eyes were focused on Castiel and their captain. They watched as his head turned, the two staring each other down in a death-like quiet before Dean smirked.
"Like I said Cas, I don't make it a habit to kill pretty boy swordsmen." The pirate captain knocked on the wall before exiting the room, leaving a victorious crew and a confused Castiel to his own thoughts.
Whew! I believe this is my longest chapter so far, and I hope you enjoyed it! Hope you have a good day, and please review, follow or favorite if you want to. See you for the next installment ;)