Pairing: Dean/Cas, background Sam/Jess
Rating: Mature
Word Count: 10.2k
Warnings: No Major Archive Warnings
Written For: nickel’s story time vol. 2
On Ao3
Summary: When a freak storm overtakes the Lebanon, and Dean is knocked overboard, he's considered lost at sea. That is, until Dean wakes up onshore, with the bluest eyes he had ever seen watching over him.
In a matter of days, Dean's world is turned upside down. He's falling in love with the man who saved him. A stranger appears, demanding his hand in marriage.
And Dean's pretty sure that bird just called him a Dumbass.
Preview:
"I really don't like the look of those clouds."
Dean raised his eyebrow at his brother's declaration. "Sam, we've sailed in worse. We're not far from port, and all we have to do is report to Dad."
"Yeah, Dean, but storms don't move that fast." Sam pointed up at the sky, and Dean followed the gesture with his eyes. "That's coming up fast."
"Okay, I'll give you that, but I still say that doesn't look like something the Lebanon can't handle." Dean pushed up from the railing. He cupped his hands around his mouth and shouted up to the crow's nest. "Charlie! What's your call on the clouds?"
"I'm thinking we need to bust our asses back to port!" The fiery redhead shouted back
"Alright, you win, Sam." Dean crossed over to the bell and rang it loudly before yelling out to his crew. "BATTEN DOWN THE HATCHES! FULL SAILS! LET'S BEAT THIS STORM BACK TO PORT!" He took a step back to watch his crew before looking back over to Sam. "You got the wheel?"
Sam smirked as he nodded. "Going to go get in the way and pretend to help?"
"I know what I'm doing." Dean flipped his brother off before turning to hustle down the stairs. As he reached the main deck, Charlie finished climbing down from the Crow's Nest. "Dean, I'm not liking the look of that storm. I was figuring out the klicks, and I don't think we can outrun this."
"Hence the orders to prep the ship for a little rain. I swear, you and Sam fret worse than mother hens." Dean clapped her shoulder and walked over to help another sailor lash down their cannons.
After about ten minutes, Dean noticed that the sky had grown darker, and the waves of the sea had built up significantly higher. What should have only been a quick trip from home - Antigua - to Barbuda and back, was turning into a nightmare. There had been no warning of a storm.
A shout from the other side of the ship drew his attention, and Dean looked up. The rigging had failed, and the shroud was pulled loose from the boat. He looked at the sailor he was assisting, who nodded silently in response. Dean ran over to the other side and tried to grab the shroud. The wind was lashing it around, and more than once, the wind caused it to whip and hit Dean and the other sailors painfully. The level of difficulty wasn't helped by the sky ripping open and pouring rain down on crew.
In a last-ditch effort, Dean carefully watched the shroud, leaping and grabbing it. He had thought that his weight would be enough to pull it down. However, catching Dean by surprise, the rope continued to whip. It was all Dean could do to hold on. He tried to reach for several crew members, but before any of them could aid and assist him, another gust of wind and a massive wave combined, crashing Dean into the mizzenmast. The last thing he remembered before the world went dark was his brother and Charlie crying out louder than the storm could thunder.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 7/7
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester
Characters: Dean Winchester, Castiel, Charlie Bradbury, Sam Winchester, Jessica Moore, Benny Lafitte, Bobby Singer
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Historical, Romance, Fluff, No Angst, Pirate Castiel, Sailor Dean, Domestic, settling down, Desert Island, Hate to Love, Grumpy Castiel, Dominant Castiel, Gardener Castiel, Bi-Curious Dean Winchester, Bottom Dean, Shipwreck, Storms, Sharing a Bed, Masturbation, Touch-Starved, hammock sex, Cuddling, Tickling, First Time, First Kiss, Rimming, Virgin Dean, POV Dean Winchester, POV Third Person, POV First Person, Epistolary
Summary:
AU. A sailor and an enemy pirate are marooned on an island together, and while awaiting rescue they accidentally achieve domestic bliss.
Or:
Dean Winchester is lieutenant of the Royal Trading Ship Echelon. On a pleasantly sunny but particularly catastrophic day, he is marooned on an island somewhere in the middle of the Pacific Ocean with only one man for company. That man is Castiel, captain of the black-sailed Leviathan: a pirate, no less. Given the circumstances under which they are stranded, rescue seems unlikely, and it could be aeons before a ship even comes by. The two of them may as well make the most of their own private island, personal differences be damned.
I think it’s that Dean is a Viking or a fisherman that came across Cas while out at sea. After getting into trouble with his family, Cas asks Dean for some help hiding away and thus operation “hide Cas in my house but don’t let anyone know he’s a mermaid” is under way.
Hey Sweetheart. I just wanted to let you know I am doing alright. I got your birthday letter only today. There had been a mix up with the mail, plus we very rarely go to port so that is why it took so long. Don’t worry about not being able to send a package, just knowing I have your heart is all I need. I miss you terribly and there is no other place I would rather be right now than with you. But I am needed here, I am getting to save lives. I feel like it has given my life meaning, but at the same time I feel so tired. There are so many lives I can’t save and it eats away at me, like each person we can’t help takes a part of me with them. I didn’t want to send you a sad letter. I know you have only gotten a few from me. Being on a ship makes it more difficult to get letters out, but I have heard it is just as bad on the front lines. Even if I can’t send you letters all the time, at least know I am safe and have a place to bed down at night. I love you so much. I can’t wait until I can hold you in my arms again.
Forever and Always,
Dean
You read Dean’s letter over and over again. It was the last one you had gotten from him, the fifth one in all. It was August 1945 now and many men had started to come home, but not Dean. You felt the tears slip down, landing on the letter.You quickly dabbed at it trying to keep the ink from smudging. You looked at the little picture of Dean in his uniform and laid down on your bed, clutching it to your breast. You heard about the ship's going down everywhere, the battle’s lost and the battle’s won. Wondering which one Dean was on, praying he was ok. Holding out with all your hope that he was still alive somewhere out there. That stupid man just had to save everybody.
The day before he left, you had been reading in your chair in the living room, the evening light filtering in when you heard a knock at your door. You got up and peeked through the window, it was Dean. You straightened your dress and brushed back a stray piece of your hair, and there he was. Your hand flew to your mouth and you felt yourself tear up. He stood there wearing a navy uniform; navy pants, light blue collared shirt, and a white hat. He looked so handsome in that light and it hurt. He wore a solemn but proud look. Your heart felt like it was being ripped out. Dean gathered you up in his arms and held you there while you cried. He was going to war.
“Shh Shh. It’s ok. It’s going to be alright.” He murmured stroking your hair gently. He kissed your forehead and tilted your chin up to him, “Will you come somewhere with me?” he whispered. You nodded and he guided you to his car. One his family could well afford. You sat in silence as he drove, your hand in his. It was only a few minutes before you came to a little cliff overlooking the sea. The view was breathtaking, but it didn’t matter. Dean parked and got out a picnic basket and blanket from the back and set it out. You came and sat down next to him, leaning against his broad chest, taking in the smell of him, remembering how he felt next to you. You felt yourself crying again and looked up at him.
“Dean, I thought you said you were safe from the draft, that your parents had paid off certain people…” He winced. He didn’t say anything for a minute. “Dean… did you volunteer?” You sat up and looked at him wide eyed.
“I had no choice Y/N. There are people out there who need my help, good people. I couldn’t just sit back and watch.” His eyes pleaded with you to understand.
“When do you leave?” You asked, trying to not let your voice betray your hurt. Your hurt over him choosing to leave you behind.
“I ship out tomorrow.” You felt fresh tears spring to your eyes but didn’t say anything. You knew who Dean was, you had half expected this of him, but had hoped he wouldn’t do something so foolish. He reached his hand up and brushed away the tears, but they kept flowing.
He moved in and began to kiss them away. He kissed under each eye, then along your jaw and your neck where the tears had slid down, and finally kissing your breast where your heart would be. You brought his mouth back up to yours and kissed him hard, wrapping your arms around his neck. He laid you down in the grass running his hands through your hair and taking out the pins as he kissed you letting it flow freely. You helped him unbutton his shirt and sat up so he could undo the buttons down the back of your dress. Neither of you rushed, you were going to savor every touch, every kiss. He pulled your dress down to your waist, your chest exposed, only a thin bra covering your breasts. His hands kneaded up and down your back and your hands ran through his hair. You could feel him underneath you as you straddled his lap. He laid you down again. You needed him, ached for him, your stomach clenched in anticipation, but you forced yourself to go slow, so slow. But you kissed him deeper, each one starving for his lips, starving for you and him to be one. His kisses moved down your neck and between your breasts, trailing down to your hips. Your back arched slightly, but you said nothing. Neither of you needed words. His eyes looked up at you, loving, gentle. He slid his hands up your sides and then slowly back down to your skirt. He inched it down, kissing your thighs as he went. Being so slow was painful, you needed him to go faster, but you relished the pain. Dean’s kisses trailed back up your body until he made it back home to your lips. Your skin was on fire. A small moan escaped your lips.
You unbuckled his pants and moved them down slowly, brushing your lips along his jaw and back to his mouth again. Once his pants were off, you both waited for the right time. Every nerve you had was on fire. His hand trailed so softly, so achingly slow, down from your breast to your thigh, leaving a trail of fire the other pressed to your back, pushing you into his chest, all the while the kisses never stopped. He pulled your leg up and around him, and then switched, doing the same with the other. His gentleness made you ache, desiring him more with each touch. You squeezed your legs around his waist, forcing him farther into you. You could feel all of him, his broad back, his shoulders and arms, his chest and yours, all pressed against one another, you were one. The evening turned into night. Neither of you had touched the picnic. You only made love in the moonlight with the sound of the surf echoing in your ears. The next morning he had dropped you back off at home and hugged you tightly, whispering how much he loved you against your lips as he kissed you goodbye. Then you watched him walk away not knowing if it would be the last time.
You held onto the memory of that night for dear life. Running through it over and over in your head, not wanting to forget a single touch. You cried again, your stomach hurting with the thought he might never come back.
A few weeks later you heard the radio “...Japan has surrendered, I repeat the war is officially over folks..” You heard your family cheer, you heard people in the streets hooping and hollering. Everyone was partying. You were relived the war was over, but you would not be happy until you had Dean back in your arms. You sat in your room with all of Dean’s letters to you, and his tiny little picture.
Weeks passed and you still got up, and went to work, fighting against the men who tried to make you give up your job, but you weren’t going anywhere. You cleaned relentlessly, even when nothing was dirty, you walked everywhere, but nothing helped. You only went through the motions of life.
One day you came in and your groceries dropped from your hands as you tried walking inside. You sighed and began picking them up.
“Here, let me help you with those.” Your eyes shot up to meet bright green ones. You stood up slowly, your heart hammered in your chest. It wasn’t real. Your hand went to his cheek, feeling the stubble along his jaw with your thumb. He smiled small, wringing his hat in his hands. You collided into his chest, crashing yours lips to his, caring nothing about decency. He picked you up and spun you around and around. He set you down and you looked into his bright green eyes again for the first time in over three years and tears flowed down both of your faces. He hugged you tightly to him, “I am never going to leave you again Y/N,” he whispered into your ear. You both stood that way in a small little piece of forever.
