Caught Between the Devil and the Deep Blue Sea || Destiel A/B/O Pirate AU

Land, At Last

They slipped through the secret passageway, oblivious of the guests, most of which had fallen to sleep on the floors of the corridors and the great hall where the party was on it's last legs. Crowley had told them that they needed to go now before any of the morning staff woke up to clean up for breakfast. Thankfully, they didn't run into anyone on the way to the hideaway passage and slipped into the crack in the wall without notice. Castiel led the way as he was the only one who knew all the turns to get out of the castle on the side closest to the docks.

They only had until an hour before sunrise to get onto the small merchants ship, otherwise, the merchant had said, that they would sail off without them. Lost bet or not. Crowley had agreed to the terms but hadn't any idea at the time that the party would go on for as long as it did. They carried what little items they had through the tunnels and hidden corridors until Castiel finally turned down one last walk way and exited the castle through an overgrown bush that was covering the entrance. A few scratches later, all three of them were out and facing the pale morning, sun not yet risen but not given themselves a lot of time to reach the ship before it set off.

They start running down the large hill towards the ocean, seagulls already cawing as the first light peeked over the ocean. They held their breaths as they ran, knowing that this was their only chance. Their hearts thudded in their chests and sweat began dripping from their brows, legs aching as they made their way down. All three of them stumbled a few times but there was always one of the others there to catch them before they fell into the dirt. They reached the dock and ran along it, getting to the ship they needed which was already bustling with activity.

Crowley ran on first while Gabriel put the hood over Castiel, hiding his face from any prying eyes. Crowley came back a moment later and beckoned them onto the ship, silently. He didn't say a single word to them and only grabbed Castiel's arm and dragged him along with Gabriel hanging onto Castiel's clothes, down into the cabins where they would all share one small room. He closed the door behind them and all three let out a huge breath of relief before collapsing onto the hammocks that swung lazily as the ship still bobbed in the dock.

"Right, your highness." Crowley says, reaching into his bag and grabbing a small pot of wax and different dyes. He was already on the ball with things and Castiel thinks they probably wouldn't have got very far without Fergus Crowley. "Time to make you look like shit."

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By the time that Crowley was finished and Castiel was looking in the small circular mirror on the wall of the cabin, the ship had set sail and was rocking backwards and forwards against the waves. Gabriel was already beginning to get sea sick and had excused himself from the cabin and made his way to the top deck to heave over the side.

Castiel barely recognised the face that was staring back at him through the mirror. The curved lines of the markings were now covered in the form of a horrific burn across the side of his face. It looked sore, but luckily it was only wax and oils in the shape. Cas cringed slightly at the sight but nodded his head. It was a good cover up, and he was no longer recognised as an omega, as long as he hid his scent from any keen noses. He was apt at doing so, working long hours with a trainer at court in order to mask his scent with the help of scent blockers which he had a stock of from the medical office at the castle. Castiel didn't steal them, he wasn't a thief, he had merely taken what was already prescribed to him for the next however long. The skill of using his own strength to mask his scent along with the tablets was often used to keep omegas safe, but unfortunately not many omegas were able to do it. It took a lot of energy to mask ones scent over a long period of time, and Castiel was looking forward to the day where he could relieve that energy and be himself, even if it was only for a couple of hours at a time. He was already getting a headache from keeping the more keen noses from smelling him.