And We're Back! I'm sorry for the delay guys, but I had to go through bandcamp this whole week from 8-4:30; kind of put a damper on my time to write. Anyways, thanks to fictionfairytalesfantasy4921, lindsay16, Sakari Kateri Azrael, Air Guitar Pixie, DeerTopus C. for reviewing! A thanks as well to those who have followed and favorited, I really appreciate it guys x3 Now on to the story!

"Look," Dean started as he took slow steps, the distance between him and Meg gradually decreasing. "We both know the rules, so we both know why you have not and will not kill me."

"Sadly," Meg replied dryly.

"Now enlighten me, what's your options?" Dean now stood only inches away from the captain, her eyes dangerous while she continued to lean against his desk. At first she just frowned at Dean, but then Meg's face transformed, her eyes bright while she wore a confident smirk.

"We're already reminiscing, so I thought why not get even more nostalgic, right?"

For a second Dean paused, analyzing and dissecting Meg's coded message. Once deciphered, Dean's eyes grew wide as realization dawned on him.

Castiel paced back and forth along the edge of the cell while he waited for Dean's return. He felt bad for the pirate to have to go and talk to the demon, but Castiel couldn't help but be slightly relieved at not having to be in the demon's company again.

A bit of color came across his cheeks as he thought back to the kiss he and Meg had shared. He remembered her lips on his own, him trying to pull away despite her arms that were wrapped around his neck like a noose.

But it wasn't the kiss that bothered Castiel so much as the words that left the serpent's mouth when she had whispered into his ear. Even now he could feel her breath hitting his ear as her eyes were filled with a sense of knowing.

"Isn't it interesting that Dean-o's face is a bit angrier than the normal? Just check out how red in the face he is!"

Of course Castiel had come up with different possibilities as to why Dean's face had been red with anger. It could have been due to encountering Meg again, or the fact that his ship had been stolen by a pirate crew of demons.

But Meg's voice still tauntingly sang in his ears, and just the thought made Castiel's eartips burn.

Looking for a hopeful distraction, Castiel tried to roll his uncomfortable shoulders. He imagined Dean's wide grin, his laughter at the former sailor's failed attempt to jump. Annoyance sparked up inside of him, and determination followed shortly.

As high as he could Castiel jumped up, trying to tuck his knees as close to his chest as humanly possible. Quickly he swung his hands, hoping that he could finally accomplish this goal.

A feeling of achievement washed over the former sailor as he looked down to the sight of his own hands.

He couldn't help but give a small smile. You're not the only one who can do it Winchester.

Flexing his fingers, Castiel's arms relaxed from changing their position. Looking at the cuffs, he noticed how his wrists were red from their clingy companion, the skin raw from the cuffs tight grip.

Pulled from his victory, Castiel froze at the sound of approaching footsteps. He cursed, hoping for a bit more time with his hands now at a better advantage. Listening as the footsteps sped down the hallway, a sense of urgency bubbled inside of him before he jumped up.

Of course, the former sailor had been so focused on listening to the approaching company that he didn't notice the fact that his legs were not as close to his chest as they should have been.

All at once his hands hit his legs and the former sailor collapsed just as the door opened. Panic filled Castiel at the thought of a demon seeing his hands, so he made one last attempt to try and cover up the failure.

The former sailor threw himself to the corner of the cell, curling himself up to try and hide just where his hands were. He clenched his eyes shut as the two entered the room, his heart racing from the scare.

"Cas?" He heard the familiar voice of Dean call out, but he chose not to reply. He could almost imagine the confusion, the concern on the man's face.

Concern? Is that logical? Castiel thought as he remained curled up, why would he be concerned?

Maybe he enjoys making fun of you; his little caged bird, a different voice responded dryly. Castiel's heart picked up a couple paces, and he tried to take a deep breath that wasn't too noticeable.

His attention was averted from the voice as he heard the familiar sound of a key opening the cell, and he made out the noise that was caused as Dean's holder shoved him in; followed by a slamming door.

In seconds there was a presence beside him, it was warm and its breath seemed to rustle parts of Castiel's hair slightly.

"Cas, man are you alright?" Castiel was silent, until he heard the sound of the wooden door closing. Cracking an eye open, his first glimpse was of a mesmerizing green iris.

And most surprising of all, there was the concern that Castiel had thought he had miscalculated. He squinted as he took in the pirate's face.

"Why are you concerned?" The former sailor asked, not quite understanding why Dean seemed as if he was afraid.

The pirate scoffed, "Because you're still injured, and it doesn't help when you leave and come back to see that the pretty boy with the concussion is curled up in the corner," his face transformed from one of slight humor to serious worry, "now what happened?"

Man's got to make sure his bird ain't broken, the voice sang quietly in his head. Castiel gritted his teeth and blocked it out, doing his best to ignore him.

Castiel's eartips began to burn as he recalled the fall he took moments ago, he wasn't really being careful about the state of his head.

"I'm fine Dean," Castiel reassured. But the pirate didn't seem to believe him, so Castiel unraveled himself, stretching out his legs to reveal his hands in his lap.

"I managed to maneuver my hands correctly and was able to put them in front of me. Regretfully, this didn't happen until you were already on your way back down; I had difficulty going back to my original position so I improvised."

Dean stared at Castiel in silence for a moment, thinking over the former sailor's answer in his head. Castiel watched curiously, confusion settling in after still noticing the concern chiseled into Dean's features.

"Difficulty going back to your original position?" Dean repeated with a raised eyebrow, and Castiel's eartips continued to burn as he let his embarrassment show.

"It could be possible," he began slowly, "that I may have not been focusing too much on the position of my knees when I jumped due to my attention being more trained onto your approach." His eyes searched Dean's face, watching as the pirate held his raised eyebrow.

Suddenly what had been a face full of worry flushed away as a smile appeared on Dean's face, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

"You fell again," he deciphered as his grin grew larger. Castiel narrowed his eyes slightly, but he did so harmlessly.

"That would be correct."

Dean chuckled, it was light and didn't carry around a tone of darkness whatsoever.

"Man, you had me going there. It's not funny when you screw with people and make them worry Cas," Dean's face grew a bit serious as he spoke, though teasing was evident in his voice.

"Why were you worried so much about me Dean?" Castiel repeated, staring at the pirate who now stood a bit away.

Dean paused once Castiel had spoken, interrupting his light mood that had distracted him from his previous engagement.

The pirate frowned, turning on his heels so as to face away from Castiel as he pondered the question.

"I already told you, Cas." Dean answered, surprised as he felt his heart pick up its pace ever so slightly. He could imagine the frown that stared at his back as the former sailor replied.

"You gave me a possibility which I find confusing, Dean. I can understand how that possibility could be entirely true, but considering the way you reacted it reminded me of Ga-"

Dean raised an eyebrow as he turned around to face the former sailor who remained where he sat. Castiel's expression seemed to soften, his eyes glowing with what seemed to be torn between a distant past and the realm of the present.

"Gabriel? You two related or something?" Dean inquired, recalling the guard who had been rather comedic during their first encounter.

"He's my older brother," Castiel replied as he turned his head to face the pirate, their eyes instantly locking onto one another.

Immediately Dean knew why Castiel hadn't finished his train of thought previously. As soon as Dean had seen Castiel he had gone into a mode of himself that he hadn't used in years.

"Gabriel practically raised me," Dean kept his eyes on Castiel's as he was pulled out of his thoughts. "He's a very strange man, perhaps like yourself in some aspects."

Dean smiled faintly, nodding slightly in agreement.

"The reason I mention any of this in the first place is because your concern reminded me of him. An older brother, looking out for the ones they claim to be their responsibilities."

Dean winced as he felt a violent shove from inside of his steel trap, he closed his eyes as he tried to hold back the monster inside. It was like a flood warning, and he couldn't have the dam breaking on him now.

"We're already reminiscing, so I thought why not get even more nostalgic, right?"

"Damnit," Dean growled as he unsteadily managed to get to the side of the ship, leaning against the familiar dark boards. He pressed against them, forcing himself to anchor himself to one of the few things that kept him in the real world.

It was mental warfare, the way the beast scraped and prodded with sharp claws at its prison, searching for an escape. But Dean held strong, making sure to not give the creature inside an inch.

The worst part was that it hurt like hell. His head throbbed and it only seemed to be getting worse now with Meg's destination in mind.

"Dean?" A rough voice cut through the dark world, causing Dean and both the monster to break away. Gradually the pirate opened his eyes, noticing now the close proximity that was between both him and the now standing former sailor.

Blinking, the room remained silent save for the waves rocking the boat while the two seemed to hold their breath. Dean cleared his throat, his eyes noticing the way Castiel's face was split between curiosity and confusion as they both stared.

"I'm fine, Cas. Just a headache," Dean lied, in the back of his head he could feel a persistent prodding from the beast. Castiel frowned more so than usual, his brow furrowed as he replied.

"What did Meg talk to you about, Dean?" The pirate inhaled a sharp breath, silently hoping that Castiel wouldn't ask about his meeting with Meg.

You got him into this mess, he thought to himself regretfully.

"Not much, except for the fact the bitch is wanting to take a stroll down memory lane," Dean snarled out the last part bitterly, the monster inside growling and snarling at him.

"What do you mean? You were making such a big deal about not dying, any solution to that unanswered question?" Castiel's eyes were boring into Dean's own, and the pirate forced himself to calm down, for his heart not to give away the internal panic that Dean felt. He couldn't tell Cas why Meg can't kill him.

"She's got other ideas for our situation; guess she thinks it wouldn't be as fun," Dean supplied, eyes narrowing at the mention of the demon having fun. He could only guess how much she was going to enjoy getting rid of the both of them.

Castiel nodded, Dean could easily see the small seeds of doubt planted in the former sailor's eyes. But Castiel's determination to interrogate seemed to dwindle away, causing Dean to give an inward sigh of relief.

"So what can you tell me, honestly?" Castiel questioned. Despite his jab at Dean's secrets, the pirate was thankful that the former sailor didn't continue to pry.

Before Dean could answer though both were silent as they heard an unusual amount of noise coming from above them.

Dean swore as he stopped leaning on the wall and turned around, walking to a small hole in the wood that sat a few feet behind him. He stood in front of it, turning his head to try and catch a glimpse of what all of the noise was for.

Then his eye caught sight of something that was distant, a simple blur of green and white that was gradually growing closer.

"I'm gonna kill her," Dean muttered before backing away from the hole. Fuming, the pirate paced around the cell. He watched from the corner of his eye as Castiel moved towards the hole, craning his head around to try and spot what Dean had.

"What is that?" Castiel asked as he caught sight of the nearing figure.

"No place good," Dean grimaced, pausing his constant pacing.

Castiel stood up straighter and turned away from the hole so as to face Dean. The two stared at each other in silence, both their minds racing. One of them was filled to the brim with questions, the other's silent save for the occasional scratch from the monster down below.

"They'll be coming to get us soon," Dean whispered, his eyes now distant. Castiel narrowed his eyes at the pirate, angered by his sudden change of mood.

"Dean," Castiel snapped, and was pleased to see that the almost glassy look in Dean's eyes faded away as the pirate looked at Castiel.

"What are they going to do to us?" The former sailor asked, the familiar feeling of panic slowly rising up inside of him after seeing Dean's reaction.

"It's not what they are going to do to us," Dean replied, "it's what they are going to make us do."

"And what is that?" Castiel asked, and his breath caught in his throat as he began to hear descending footsteps.

"Nothing good."

"Damn it, Dean! Pull yourself together!" Castiel surged forward at the pirate, his hands twisting into Dean's shirt as he pulled him close.

"I did not try to escape this ship for ten days with you always there to stop me; only to have you now freezing up on me when I actually need you! Come on, you're the great Dean Winchester; one of the most infamous pirates the world has ever known! Now whatever happened to you, I don't give a damn right now. All that matters to me is that you keep yourself together. Do that, and just maybe we can get through this, damn it!" Castiel breathed heavily, his face almost touching Dean's as their eyes remained locked onto one another.

He could feel the anger slowly escaping him after shouting at the pirate; whose whole face was a masterpiece of shock after receiving the outburst. Dean remained speechless, and Castiel searched the pirate's face for any sign of change in attitude.

Out of nowhere a familiar smirk appeared on Dean's face, and Castiel felt his shoulders slump in relief.

"Sure pretty boy, I think I can manage that." His voice was soft as Castiel gradually let go of his shirt.

The former sailor wanted to smile. At this point, he wasn't even upset about the nickname anymore.

SO MUCH FLUFF. God I feel bad for what I have in store now xP. Anyways, hope you enjoyed and will favorite, follow or review! See you for the next chapter!