Dean laid in his spot on the top bunk of the bed, concentrating on Sam's quiet snoring to try to calm himself down. He for some reason couldn't find the peace of mind to fall asleep. The only thing that he could think about was the man he had seen on the deck earlier. Why had he been drawing an angel being tortured like that? Was he one of those Satanist freaks who despised everything to do with God and angels? Sam snorted a bit in his sleep and swatted at his face, before being quiet again.
Dean closed his eyes slowly, trying to clear his mind, but it suddenly seemed like there was too much noise. The mixture of Sam's breaths, the water, and the swaying of the ship in general was bothersome to him. He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose before quickly and quietly sliding off of the bed. He put on a loose white shirt, a tan vest, and slacks to match.
He went out onto the lower deck this time and was headed to the railing when he saw the man from earlier sitting on the top metal bar with his legs dangling over the edge. He had his arms spread out as if he was trying to fly away. Dean raised an eyebrow, but couldn't help but to watch him. The man's hair was short but messy dark brown locks seemed to flow in waves on his head. The man's eyes were closed, and his head fell back as if he were completely relaxed.
Dean cleared his throat nervously, and the man's head shot up and he turned it around. He spun completely and pushed himself slowly off of the railing onto the deck and cleared his throat also. "It's a...fine night isn't it?" Dean chuckled a little. "Apparently." The man's face turned bright pink from embarrassment. There were a few long moments of silence as Dean puffed on his cigarette, before the man spoke again. "I don't usually do that." Dean smirked and rolled his eyes. "Doesn't matter whether you do it all the time or not. I don't care if you collect eyelids and keep them in a drawer."
The man blinked a few times, utter shock in his eyes before saying, "That's quite disturbing that one would keep eyelids in a drawer. I don't think you have to worry about me doing that." Dean looked down at the water and closed his eyes for a moment. The man stood against the railing and looked at Dean. "Allow me to introduce myself. I'm C-"
"Look buddy, I'm sure using all that fancy talk to a lower status is funny to you, but I'm really not in the mood."
The man shook his head. "Do you honestly think I'm a normal blue blood? My name is Castiel Novak, and that name is currently smeared all over Southampton in the worst way possible." Dean looked up at Castiel, and smiled. "You're Novak? The one who suddenly dropped the family fortune to be a religious nut? You must be a fun guy."
Castiel gave out a breathy chuckle. "I have my reasons for that." Dean looked inside his memory, and checked off the memory where he had thought that the man was a Satanist. Dean looked back down at the water, flicking his cigarette into the ocean below. "And what exactly are your reasons, Mr. Novak?" Dean muttered. Castiel looked up towards the moon. "I just sort of...fell down..." Dean sighed and stood up straight. "You fell down? What happened, you hit your head on a giant stone crucifix?" Castiel's face went blank of expression and he stayed completely silent for at least the vast majority of ten minutes before Dean turned to walk back towards the cabin.
Castiel turned around. "Maybe you could me for dinner tomorrow in the evening? I'd love to have you. I don't receive much company." Dean turned back towards Castiel. "Mr. Novak it would be my honor, and maybe tomorrow we could discuss some of your drawings. The dismembered angel came as quite an interest to me." Castiel blushed again, and merely nodded in response, as they both heard a high pitched scream. Dean broke out in a run, Castiel close behind him. When they got to the other side of the ship, the girl with the soft auburn curls was there again. She wore a dark red sequined dress and red high heels. She was lying on the ground, underneath a blonde haired boy that appeared to be pinning her down.
"Well it looks like they were definitely having a good time." Dean muttered under his breath as a small group of people gathered around the scene. "And they didn't even invite me..." Castiel muttered jokingly in response. Dean laughed. "You know Cas, you're not a total dick after all."
Apparently the girl's name was Rose, based on the growing flock of men rushing to her side in her highly expressed time of need. Though when Dean and Castiel followed the party back inside the cabin, her apparent fiancée who went by the name of Cal was acting quite protective over her in the blonde guy's presence. Also based on the conversation, they had figured out that the blonde guy's name was Jack, and that Rose was a beautiful little fool that leaned over too far to see the propellers.
What an idiot. Not that she want pretty or anything, but Dean just thought that she looked too damn stupid. Granted, an idiot was usually what Dean looked for in a woman, but never this bad.
Castiel yawned slightly. "I suppose I'll be going back to my cabin now. It's late and people in first class have to be at breakfast at a certain time if we want to eat anything." Dean merely laughed. "Almost makes you hate being as rich as you are, right?" Castiel laughed with him. "I guess so. I'm afraid I didn't hear your name." Dean turned and began walking away. "The name's Dean Winchester. Take care Novak." Castiel smirked and turned to walk the opposite direction. "Take care Winchester."
Castiel walked back to his room, and laid down and sighed. He closed his eyes and stared at the ceiling for a long while, pondering over the happenings of the past few hours. It was perfectly normal for him to meet a stranger on a boat, but there was something about Dean that he couldn't get out of his head.
Dean fell asleep easily when he got back to his room, Sam still snoring away like usual. Now he knew the name of the strange man, and had a plan to eat dinner with him the next day. This had been a very odd day on the ship of dreams, but he didn't mind. He was really beginning to enjoy this Novak boy's company.