Author's Note: This is a Supernatural fanfiction based off of the Pirates of the Caribbean movie series. This is going to be set in the same time period as PotC and it will be heavily centered on Dean, Sam, and Castiel. The plot is mostly similar to the movies, however, there are some major differences. Note that this is a Sastiel fanfiction also and there will be historically accurate stereotypical-homophobia and sexism. So if it's not your cup of tea or if some of these things are triggering to you, then I advise you to please log off now.
Some legends tell a story meant to teach a lesson. Others are meant to incite fear. Some legends tell a tale of love and loss. Some tell about family and friendship. Others paint a picture of hatred and betrayal. However, there are some that are a mixture of all of these aspects. This is one of those stories.
It was a foggy evening that night on the sea. The stars were barely visible, but it still looked beautifully ominous in young Castiel's eyes. After all, it was his first time on a ship. He stood on the bow of the ship silently singing as the waves crashed against the ship. "Yo-ho, yo-ho, a pirate's life for me!" he sung. "We're devils, we're black sheep, we're really bad eggs!"
"Drink up, me hearties, yo-ho!" a young feminine voice sounded. Castiel turned around and saw a familiar face with a head of copper-red hair. He relaxed. "Johanna, don't sneak up on me like that!" he chided. She rolled her eyes sardonically. "Well, maybe try not to make it so easy, Cass," she retorted. "Whatever," Cass murmured.
The young girl sighed and walked towards her friend. "Why are you out here, anyway?" "I don't know, I like it out here," he answered. "It's peaceful, I guess." Johanna smiled slightly at her friend's wistful nature. "It's cloudy is more like it," she jested, "but yes, in a way it is peaceful. And how many times have I told you to call me Jo?"
"You know how our parents are, Johanna," Cass explained, "They always want us to be proper."
"Not with each other!"
"And what in Neptune's beard are you two little buggers doin' out this late at night?" a deep, gravelly voice called out. The children gasped and jumped ten feet into the air. "Mister Singer!" Cass said shakily. "We just wanted to see the stars!" "We weren't doing anything wrong," Johanna said defensively.
"Oh, you weren't, eh?" the older man grouched, his voice heavy with an Irish accent. "Then, why were ya singin' a pirate callin' song? You want to bring those scaly wags down on top of us?" The youngsters shook their heads vigorously in response. "Then, you two best be off to bed now," Bobby said. Before the kids could protest, Bobby saw something in the distance. He looked over the railings of the ship and saw several pieces of driftwood floating in the water.
"Mister Singer is something wrong?" Johanna asked. "Go back to your rooms both of ya, and lock the doors," the older man hissed. The two kids were becoming increasingly nervous about the current situation, but nevertheless followed his instructions and started heading back to their rooms. On their way, though, Castiel noticed a boy no older than him and Jo floating unconsciously on a charred piece of wood.
"There's a boy in the water!" he shouted. Within seconds, Johanna, Bobby, a few crew members, and two high-ranking officials (Johanna and Castiel's fathers) were on deck and rushing towards the teenagers. Immediately, Jo's father, Lord Cain Knightley, ordered for some of the men to tow the boy in. Once the young lad was aboard, Castiel's father, Charles, left Jo and Cass in charge of him. Then, a handful of the men looked out into the distance and saw the burning wreckage of a ship sinking into the inky black depths.
"Get some men out there, others might have survived!" Cain ordered. The soldiers hastily made for the longboats to search for surviving crew members, while the young teenagers stayed with the boy. "Who do you think he is?" Johanna whispered. "I don't know," Cass replied. The boy looked to be a few years younger than him based on the child-like look of his face. A face that Cass was loathed to admit he couldn't look away from. Just then, Cass spotted a cord around the child's neck. He reached out and gently pulled the cord from around his neck and held it in his hand with widened eyes.
"What is it, Cass, what's wrong?" she asked, noticing the change in her friend's mood. He hushed her vehemently, looking around to see if anyone saw them. Then he opened his hand and showed her the amulet the boy had been wearing. The cord itself was nothing special to behold, but the amulet pendant was indeed something of peculiar interest. It had the face of some heathen god and red gems located in the sockets of the eyes that twinkled eerily in the dim moonlight. Johanna gaped as the realization hit her. "This is Aztec treasure," she said quietly. "Not just any Aztec treasure," Cass quaked. They both looked at each other with the same fearful look on their faces.
All at once the boy gasped and returned to life coughing seawater out of his lungs. Castiel quickly hid the amulet out of sight and calmed the boy down. "It's all right. You're safe now," he said soothingly. "What's your name?" Jo inquired.
"Sam," he breathed. "Sam Winchester."
"Nice to meet you, Sam Winchester. My name is Castiel Novak and this is Johanna Knightley," Cas smiled. For a split second time stood still, as Castiel's ethereal blue eyes met Sam kaleidoscope hazel ones. It was like they were the only two people in the world. The connection only lasted a moment, before the shuffle of feet moving across the main deck and the shouting of men's voices snapped the two boys out of their reverie.
"Son, are you all right?" Charles said rushing over to the three of them. Jo and Cass helped Sam into a sitting position, as Charles knelt down to be at eye-level with them. "We are fine, Father," Cass answered respectfully. "Lord Novak, this is Sam Winchester," Johanna introduced.
Charles looked to the young boy soaked from head to toe and smiled softly. He clapped the child's shoulder and said, "Welcome aboard, Sam. Come on, let's get you warm." He helped the young Winchester to his feet, removed his cloak, and wrapped it around Sam's shoulders. Johanna went with Charles and Sam, while Cass stayed behind.
The fog was beginning to clear and in the distance, Castiel saw a jet black pirate ship sailing away from the wreckage. He looked back down and the amulet in his hand and saw the ruby eyes giving off a faint glow and he gasped.
Ten Years Later...
Suddenly, Castiel bolted straight up in his bed breathing erratically. He pulled the familiar cord from around his neck and gazed at the amulet he held in his hand. The ruby jewels remained dark, unlike in his dream. Dream. He swallowed thickly and clutched the amulet to his chest. "It was just a dream," he sighed heavily.