Dean woke up with a start when Sam quickly pulled him off of the top bunk so he would crash face first into the floor. Dean looked up at Sam, with a befuddled expression on his face. He shook his head, before getting up and chasing Sam around the room, at first angrily, but then slowly breaking down into laughter. He caught up to Sam and picked him up off the ground, then pretending to slam him head first into the wall. Sam threw his hands up in front of his face as a defense mechanism, though he knew that Dean wouldn't really do that to him.

Dean laughed and set the thirteen year old boy down on the bed. "You want to go running around again?"

Sam smiled giddily. "Yeah. Yesterday I snuck into the first class area. They gave me a stupid monkey suit, but it's too big. It might fit you though."

Dean smiled back at his little brother. "Actually I might need that. I'm going to dinner with them."

"You're going to dinner with a first class? You mean rich people?" Sam's eyes widened.

Dean sighed and Sam dropped the suit clumsily on the edge of the bed. Then he ran out the door, whooping like a wild animal. Dean called after him, "Don't get yourself killed!" then stood and closed the door. He slowly changed into the suit and stared at his reflection vainly through the small mirror in the corner. He anxiously waited to pass the time, messing the room up, cleaning it, messing it up again, just so he could clean it again.

By the time he left for dinner, he had cleaned his room about five or six times over, undressed and redressed, and put some oil through his hair to slick it back. He left to go to the dining hall, looking around for the mysterious Novak man, but was unfortunately not able to find him. He waited at the bottom of the stairs and saw a boy, the same boy that was believed to have tried to rape that girl earlier. His hair was slicked back just like Dean's, and he was wearing a simple tuxedo just like Dean's. He walked over and muttered to the boy, you have any idea how I'm supposed to act around these people?"

Jack laughed. "Nope. Not a clue. I'm just copying that guy." He pointed at an old man who held his hand behind his back and somehow managed to make himself look sophisticated. Dean's eyes widened and he put his arm behind his back in a similar way.

"This feels stupid." Dean muttered again. The boy smiled. "Yep. It looks stupid too. Jack Dawson." He held out his hand for Dean to shake. Dean did so clumsily. "Dean Winchester. Waiting for someone?" Jack replied slowly. "Yeah, you could say that."

When Rose came down the steps wearing a reddish colored dress, a flit came over Jack's eyes that was so gushy and happy looking that Dean actually smiled at it. "She's a beauty." Jack could only nod in agreement. Dean smiled wider. "Good luck Dawson." Jack couldn't remove his gaze from the beautiful woman who was now at the bottom of the steps. "You too Winchester."

Just as Jack was walking away with Rose, Castiel Novak was walking down the steps and Dean felt as if that same flickering sensation that came across Jack's face had just gone across his. He felt like his heart had somehow skipped a beat when he laid eyes on the blue eyed man. It couldn't have been that though. Castiel slightly bowed his head and looked back up. "Well, I must admit Winchester, you did well. You managed to get your hands on a decent tux, oil for your hair, and then get here at a reasonable time."

Dean smirked. "You thought I would be the one to get here late? I have been here waiting for you Novak." He said Novak in a way that was a poor imitation of the way Castiel had called Dean "Winchester".

Castiel smiled. "Let us eat."

Dean smiled back. "Likely sir."

They walked until they sat down at a table with a soft white table cloth. There were three types of forks on his left, and three spoons and three knives on his right. He wasn't used to eating with more than his own hands, and made it frighteningly noticeable.

Castiel snickered a bit under his breath before leaning in towards the center of the table to whisper, "The salad fork is the one on the far left. Then the shredding fork. Then the one you eat the main course with. You can remember because of the number of prongs."

Dean smiled and his cheeks turned blood red from embarrassment. The waiter set down a salad in front of both of the two men, and Dean had already forgotten his instructions. Castiel smiled.

He picked up Dean's hand and set it down on the fork on the far left. His emotions remained calm and collected, but the feeling of Dean's skin against his even in the slightest gave his stomach a sort of somersaulting feeling inside of him. The same happened with Dean, though he could not help but let his eyes widen slightly. Castiel narrowed his eyes, but began eating. Dean did the same.

Castiel spoke between bites. "So...Dean."

That was the first time the Novak man had called him by his first name.

"Exactly how did you happen upon a ticket onboard the Titanic?" He asked calmly.

Dean smirked a little. "In an extremely 'unsophisticated' way. I won the money in a poker game. I got enough money for me and my brother to get a second class room."

Castiel's eyes widened slightly. "Both of you?! You must have practically robbed them!" He laughed.

Dean laughed with them. "That's how they acted. They chased almost all the way here!"

Both of them laughed very loudly with each other, turning heads from across the dining room, except for Jack's who was most likely used to loud noises. Both Dean and Castiel blushed at the same time and quieted down. Dean muttered quietly in order to continue the conversation. "So what about you? You got rid of the entire family fortune, but kept enough to get here?"

Castiel blinked a few times, clearing his throat. "I...um...kept some left over. I suppose I am not as holy-roller as everyone believes me to be." He chuckled nervously.

Dean nodded in response. "You act as if there is something wrong with that."

Castiel looked down and proceeded to play with his food. "Can I trust you to bite your tongue when asked to tell of another's secrets?"

Dean nodded again. "Tongue bite. Gotcha. I'm all ears."

Castiel closed his eyes as he slightly raised the cuff of his suit, showing a scar of an odd symbol on his wrist. "I'm more holy-roller than you think. Dean, I am...I am an angel of the lord..."