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

The Stowaways

Dean sat pondering on the crews points of view regarding the stowaways. Some admired their self-preservation and since they managed to get on their ship without being seen, reckoned that they were fit to slave away with the crew. Others disagreed. They believed that Dean shouldn't let anybody on board that could pose a risk to themselves. After all, the three men did just leave their ship to sink to the bottom of the ocean while they saved their own asses. Dean saw both sides of view, and couldn't decide on what to do with them. He looked over to where they were still tied to the mast and watched them for a while, amused.

"I'm going to faint. I'm wasting away to nothing." The golden haired boy, Gabriel was saying.

"Damn it, Gabriel. Will you shut up about your gut for three bloody seconds!" The pudgy man said.

Dean hadn't gotten the other names, but perhaps that was for the best. Didn't want to name something that he may have to throw overboard within the next few hours. What was the saying about not naming an animal that you're soon going to eat?

"C'mon, Crowley. You're a cook, can't you just-" Damn, Dean thought. Two names down, one to go. Not that Dean cared, not really, but there was something off about the burnt boy. He just stared all the time, like he was simple or something.

"In case you haven't noticed you bumbling idiot, I am also tied up at the moment."

Dean decided to go over to his prisoners and looked down at them as they went quiet and stared back up at him pathetically. He had know idea why he wanted to know so badly, this was stupid. He didn't need to know the burnt boy's name whether he decided to let them live or not. He couldn't stop his feet from moving though as he stood in front of his prisoners. He raised an eyebrow at them and bit the inside of his cheek thoughtfully.

"So Gabriel," He points. "Crowley, and you are?"

He turns towards the boy with the burnt face and those ocean blue eyes stare back up at him calmly, his face once again not really showing much emotion.

"Jimmy. I mean, James." Crowley answered for the younger man, looking up at Dean nervously. "His birth name is James, Jimmy is just a nickname."

"James." Dean repeated, eyes not leaving James' face which stayed serious. The name didn't really suit the burn victim but he was about to take everything else from him, may as well let him keep his name.

"Very well, I have come to a decision."

He says this loud enough for the top deck crew to hear and they all leaned in expectantly. Most of them obviously thought they were going to get entertainment from watching their captain make the three prisoners walk the plank. But luckily for them, Dean was feeling pretty apathetic towards his prisoners, which was very rare and wasn't to be ignored. He decided to give them a chance, which was more than any other pirate would give them. He had a feeling about them, he couldn't quite place the feeling but he knew he would regret killing them straight off the bat without even giving them chance. Plus, they were about to cross the mermaid isles and he was very likely to a few members of his crew so more bodies wouldn't hurt to replace.

"We have three weeks until we get to the mermaid isles. If by that time you please me and my crew, we won't throw you to them. But one wrong move and we will let their siren call drive you mad until you jump off this ship willingly and get dragged down to your watery death."

"Mermaids?" The burnt boy, James suddenly said. His eyes brightened and his back straightened which made Dean frown.

"They're not like what you've read in fairy tales, boy," Dean growls low in his throat. "They're vicious bitches that enjoy the taste of human blood."