Next chapter! Thanks to DeerTopus C. VonZenHousen(perhaps…), Kather-Swine( I almost wanted to say carried when I wrote it, but I decided to leave it to the reader's imagination. And stuff's about to get real 0.0), Marmar( I know you posted your review earlier, but I'd rather address you now. But where's the fun if I can't tease you guys like that?), mywarisalreadywon( glad to provide such wonderful dreams, I'm sure some of those characters will be making an appearance ;), and Air Guitar Pixie( Ahh Sammy, I'm going to leave it at that. As for Sioux Falls… I'm going to let the chapter speak for itself! Thank you and I'll do my best, no pressure!) for reviewing! A thanks as well to those who have favorited and followed! Now let us continue on with our lovely pirate crew :)

"Balthazar, I know you wonder more than the others as to why I left. But that's something I can't, or won't, talk about just yet. Let me conduct what I need to do here, and if I find what I seek then maybe I can finally shed some light. Just trust me for now, can you do that?" Dean looked at his first mate, whose eyes were searching Dean's.

"Always," Balthazar answered while squeezing Dean's shoulder. But quickly the first mate changed back into his usual form, a grin placed on his face. "Just don't try to do something mad like the moron that you are." Smiling back, Dean winked at the fellow pirate before turning away, throwing back an answer as he continued to cross the bridge.

"Where's all the fun in that?"

After getting bored of constantly looking around the room for something new that wasn't there, Castiel's attention was drawn to the sounds above him. It seemed that there was something going on, what he didn't quite know, but there was definitely a lot more activity happening above him than there usually was.

It was when Castiel heard the familiar sound of an anchor dropping that his curiosity was ravenous, and he tried to peek through one of the small holes that had been in the wooden boards. As he tried to look around he was met with a joyous sound, people! He could hear the sound of people talking, some shouting others and others just talking. They were docked!

Castiel felt his heartbeat quicken, if there was anytime to get off of this blasted ship, it would have to be now. Regretfully pulling himself away from the wall, his eyes glanced all around the room. Already he had combed through his cell and learned that there wasn't anything that would assist in his leave in anyway. Running a hand through his dark brown hair, the former sailor tried to think. He squeezed his eyes shut, both of his hands atop his head as he tried to focus, to find a way out.

But nothing came to him, because for ten days not only had he tried to escape, but Dean Winchester easily learned how the former sailor got through his defenses and was able to take the precautionary measures that he couldn't use the same strategy twice, save for Balthazar's mistake.

Frustrated, Castiel let out a growl and lashed out with a foot at the wooden boards that formed the side of the ship. Collapsing to the ground, Castiel sat down in the middle of his cell. Blue eyes found themselves gazing up at the familiar ceiling, as they usually did. And that's how Castiel sat for a while, his mind blank while his eyes locked onto the ceiling, noticing every little detail about it. Scooting over to the side of his cell, the former sailor rested into the corner, iron bars meeting with wooden boards forming the spot that he sat in.

Novaks don't give up, a voice that sent a shiver down Castiel's spine growled from inside his head. Quickly his heartbeat began to speed up, it racing at the sound of that voice.

He's not here, he's not here, he's not here, the former sailor chanted to himself, trying to block out the deeper, vicious voice that still seemed to be growling at him. Opening eyes that he had clenched shut, Castiel looked around the room again. His eyes dug into every little corner, anything in eyesight that he could use. As much as Castiel didn't want to hear the voice, he knew at least one thing that it spoke true of.

Hell will freeze over before he was going to give up trying to get off of this structure of floating wood.

Dean found himself walking all over the town, to be honest he wasn't quite sure if she would be here at all. Just rumors was all that the captain had to go off of, but rumors were better than nothing at all. As much as Dean wanted to admire the town, enjoy the delicacies, his purpose for stopping at Sioux Falls conquered all other possibilities.

His eyes tried to glance at every person he had walked by, he was lucky enough to know what the woman looked like. But it was always her location, the woman seemed to never sit still. Which wasn't particularly helpful for him, but he couldn't change her lifestyle for the sake of his own benefit.

Entering one of the main streets that ran through the town, Dean scanned the entire group of people, looking for familiar long, dark curly hair or her green eyes. Ignoring the odd stares that he received from others as he walked along the street, the captain kept his eyes searching, looking at every possible face. Finally his eyes looked up ahead of him, and despite the distance Dean immediately recognized the familiar form of Pamela Barnes.

"Pamela!" He shouted, and somehow the woman heard him. She turned her attention towards the pirate, a look of surprise on her face at the sight of Dean Winchester. Smiling, she tried to reply over the hustle and bustle of the crowd, but her words were lost in the thicket of others. Shaking his head, Dean began to make his way forward when all of a sudden a hand gripped his shoulder and pulled him into the far less crowded alleyway.

"What the hell?" Dean barked before his eyes locked onto Balthazar's. The first mate held Dean against one of the sides of the alleyway, and Dean noticed the look in his eyes.

"Balthazar what's wrong?" he inquired, the first mate still quiet before he cleared his throat.

"We may have a problem."

"Would you like to clarify?"

"I was heading back to the ship, not much I really needed to do here anyways. But there were these women near the Impala, and one of them said that she knew you."

Dean rolled his eyes, "I get that a lot, what's the worry?" but he was disturbed by the way Balthazar was anxious, his eyes flicking back to the main street, still holding onto Dean.

"I'm serious Dean, they didn't look like good news. And when I mean knew you, I mean she really knew you."

Dean stared at Balthazar, still a bit doubtful of his friend's worry. But rarely was Balthazar this uneasy, this perplexed.

"Okay, I understand," Dean glanced down at the grip that Balthazar still held him with, "you can let me go now Bal."

The first mate seemed to just realize how tight of a grip he had held Dean with, and he immediately let go of the captain as if he was burned by the touch. Resting a hand on his friend's shoulder, Dean tried to reassure his friend.

"I'm sure it's nothing," Balthazar was about to protest but Dean raised a hand for silence, "but let's go check it out, okay?" Relieved Balthazar nodded and walked ahead of the captain, making his way through the busy street and towards the pier. As Dean followed, he glanced at where Pamela Barnes had stood, now a vacant spot in the crowded street.

"Damn it," Dean muttered before catching up to Balthazar. Hopefully she didn't decide to skip town at the sight of the Winchester, she didn't seem upset or mad which was a good sign; at least Dean hoped it was.

Together both Dean and Balthazar walked side by side down the curvy roads and across the bridges of Sioux Falls. Constantly Dean found himself glancing at Balthazar, who was walking with a fast pace and seemed to repeatedly clench his hand into a fist before releasing it.

Finally the two reached the gate that led into the pier, and Dean found his eyes wide with surprise.

Castiel found the lack of silence on the boat slightly disturbing, but he quickly realized that most of the crew probably went onto land. So as he decided to enjoy the bit of silence that came with the lack of crew, Castiel stood up from his corner and began to walk around the cell. He tugged at a couple of the rusted iron bars, trying to see if any of them were loose or weak. But the bars were immovable, hard as the former sailor tried to pull one loose.

Soon he was just simply walking aimlessly around his cell, trying to find something to do or a way out. Either was a good reason for him, which one he was acting upon was something that he wasn't quite sure about.

He paused, the quiet enveloping him as he thought he had heard what sounded like a splash coming from right outside. Castiel shook his head, it was a port, there was bound to be all sorts of noises like that going on. Yet the suspicious feeling that was growing in the pit of his stomach nagged at him, and he remained silent.

Nearly jumping as he heard someone shout before another splashing sound followed, Castiel's heart began to race. He tried to look out through his peephole, but all he saw was the port, a few women standing near the boat while the rest of the pier seemed to be almost empty save for the other ship that rested parallel to the Impala. Stepping away from the side of the ship his eyes glanced up towards the ceiling and he tried to think of what was happening on the deck above.

Just what was going on up there? His curiosity was screaming at him when he heard the last of the splashes, which added up to three total. Footsteps began to increase above him, and hundreds of possibilities were racing through his head as his eyes were glued to the ceiling above him.

His ears perked up at the sound of the anchor being lifted from the water, and worry began to seep into Castiel.

Surely they aren't already leaving? They just got here, Castiel reasoned with himself. Suddenly the former sailor wasn't quite sure as to just who was above him on the ship.

Dean looked to see the wet forms of Garth and Kevin on the pier, Charlie climbing up to join them. And there sat the Impala, its anchor being pulled out of the water. Dean's eyes looked at whoever was on his ship, and he felt himself freeze once he made out a particular form in the many that were now on his ship.

The captain turned towards Balthazar, who was watching with shock in his eyes, his mouth hanging open as if to say something but no words came out.

"Balthazar," Dean gripped his friend's arms, forcing the pirate to face him, "listen carefully. Gather up the crew, and find another ship. I don't care how, just get another ship. You're in charge until I get back." Balthazar stared at Dean as the pirate captain shed his coat, dropping it onto the pier.

"Where are you going?" Balthazar questioned, his attention split between the Impala and its captain.

"Probably nowhere good," Dean answered before racing towards the other ship that had been parallel to the Impala. He raced up the ramp, dodging past sailors that cursed at him and tried to stop him, his eyes locked only on his ship. Drawing his sword as he reached the very top of the ship, the pirate grabbed onto one of many ropes that were near, and with one clean slice separated it from its knot that held it down.

With speed Dean sheathed his sword and grabbed onto the rope with both hands, standing on the railing. The pirate gave a look of uncertainty as his eyes remained trained onto his ship, which was slowly leaving port. His eyes were met with familiar brown eyes, and he narrowed his eyes at her.

"What the hell," Dean muttered to himself before jumping off the ship and away from the sailors that watched in awe as Dean swung from the ship and over the pier, reaching the edge of the Impala. Letting go of the rope, the pirate desperately grabbed at the dark railing that ran around his ship, bringing his feet up to the small space between the rail and the edge of the deck. Hauling himself over, Dean landed on his feet and brought his head up, meeting the faces of several women who surrounded him, swords and pistols drawn and focused on him.

A thick, country voice called out from behind the rest of the crew.

"Ballsy as always, Dean. Good to see you still haven't lost your touch," he watched as the crew parted, making way for their captain. The leader took slow, calculated steps as she sauntered up to where Dean stood.

His eyes met with the woman with dark, curly hair that tumbled around her round face. A smile that was by no means innocent was placed on her face, one hand resting on her hip, the other resting at her side with a sword in her hand. Her dark eyes twinkled before they shifted to pure black.

"Meg," Dean acknowledged with narrowed eyes, resentment evident in his voice as he spoke her name.

"Hi again," Meg greeted, her eyes changing back as she took another step towards him. Dean remained where he stood, his back almost touching the railing that rested behind him.

"What are you doing here, Meg?" Dean asked while both of their eyes remained trained onto each other's. Meg didn't answer at first, instead turning towards her crew.

"Search the ship, make sure there isn't anybody else on here." Dean watched as three of Meg's crew split off from the group, and he knew that a discovery would be made soon.

Although Dean had jumped onto his vessel because he needed to make sure it was Meg, another part of him had done it because Cas was still on the boat; and he couldn't just leave the man to the sharks after not killing him. With eyes flaring with rage Dean and Meg continued to stare at each other, a smile dancing on the pirate's face while Dean's face was stone. A cold laugh erupted from Meg, and a smirk replaced her previous expression.

"What's a matter Dean, surely you didn't think you'd seen the last of little ol' me?"

Castiel did a sharp intake of breath as he heard heavy footsteps descending down the stairway and into the crew's sleeping area. His ears stretched as he listened, hearing one pair of footsteps heading towards the opposite hallway while another opened the door and began to make its way towards the brig.

The former sailor remained rooted to the spot as the door to the brig opened, revealing someone that he didn't recognize. Standing in the doorway was a woman, her golden hair straight and bright compared to her dull gray coat that ended just where her boots started.

Castiel tilted his head slightly at the sight of an unfamiliar face, although the theories that he had been considering narrowed down to only a couple.

"Who are you?" The former sailor requested, his eyes scanning her confident form. A smug look appeared on the girl's face.

"I should be asking you the same thing," the stranger replied, her eyes glancing around the rest of the brig. "Stay there," she ordered with light in her eyes as she turned around and raced out of the room. Castiel was about to shout to her, but she had exited too quickly. An uneasy feeling began to fill the former sailor, he was pretty sure that the woman wasn't here to release him.

Silently Castiel remained where he stood, trying to listen to see if he could hear anything above him. But there wasn't anything that Castiel could hear, which bothered him a great deal. The former sailor walked up to the door, testing it a couple times. Heart racing, Castiel stood back and kicked at the door. After the third kick, he was beginning to feel that he could probably somehow break it, but Castiel went rigid at the sound of approaching footsteps for the second time. Desperately the former sailor kicked at the door two more times before he heard the door to the brig opening.

The same woman stood before him, and he noticed the way she stared as his chest rose and fell with the weighted breaths that he took. Her eyes flicked away from him and towards the door, which showed the signs of Castiel's attempts to break the door down.

"Am I that terrifying?" The familiar smug look was back on her face in seconds. Raising her hands, the woman revealed keys in one hand, a pair of shackles in the other. Castiel's brow furrowed at the sight, this was definitely not an ally. Quiet for a moment, the two stared at each other, the stranger leaning against the door frame while Castiel stood silent, save for his breathing.

"Are those necessary?" He finally asked, and he watched as the woman smiled slyly.

"Orders, kiddo. Someone wants to meet you," she answered with a small shrug before walking over to the cell. Watching as she began to try the different keys that hung on the key-ring, Castiel calmed his breathing, his heart. Once they both heard the proper key click into place, the stranger opened the door. One hand gripping the handle of her sword threateningly, she raised an eyebrow as a challenge for him to try something.

Raising his hands in a gesture of surrender, Castiel walked up towards the unfamiliar woman, who kept her gaze challenging and intimidating. She tossed the handcuffs to the former sailor, who caught them while keeping his eyes on her.

"Put them on," she ordered, drawing her sword out slightly from its sheath. Sighing, Castiel glanced at the woman, his head slightly tucked in while his eyes remained stuck on hers.

Suddenly the former sailor charged at the stranger, who immediately began to draw her sword but was too slow before drawing it out completely from its sheath.

Tackling her to the ground, Castiel attached one of the handcuffs to the woman's wrist while trying to keep her pinned to the ground. Looking up, Castiel reached over, attaching the other part of the handcuff to the cell that had been across from his own. Immediately Castiel jumped off of the woman, who pulled at the handcuffs and swore.

"Guess they were necessary," he agreed to the woman as she turned to him with narrowed eyes. She reached over with her other hand and tried to lash out towards the former sailor with her sword, but he quickly dove out of the way as the sword reached where he had previously sat.

Standing up, Castiel didn't look back at the woman as he turned and walked out the door, closing it behind him. With calculated steps, Castiel slowly walked through the hallway, his attention focused on the deck above him. Once he reached the door, Castiel turned the knob slowly, memories of Gabriel's daring escape playing in the back of his mind.

But then the former sailor froze, frowning as he was met with nothing but silence. Especially because of the fact that he left someone chained to a cell back in the brig; she should be screaming her head off, trying to gather attention, right? Then the image of keys floated into his head and Castiel dragged a rough hand over his face, his eyes looking up as he cursed at himself.

"Stupid, stupid. She's already out," Castiel muttered, slowly turning around. Before he had time to react the woman smirked as she swung something at his head, connecting with his temple. The former sailor collapsed near the door, his head throbbing.

"Dumbass," he heard the woman say as she bent down, something metal clinking in her hand. It was a great effort for Castiel to keep his eyes open, and he found himself losing as his eyelids gradually shut down, darkness embracing his vision.

I don't know if any of you watch Sherlock, but if you do, squint really hard at this story and you may be able to see a couple of references! Please review, favorite, or follow if you want to!