Supernatural: A Titanic Parody (Sam Winchester x Female!Reader)

The Ship Of Dreams

(So, a couple of months ago I had a dream I was in Titanic and all the characters were replace with Supernatural characters. I told LayceJ25/RJ about it and jokingly said I was gonna write a parody of Titanic with SPN characters.... I don't think it's a joke anymore. Happy April fools!)

Two faint lights appear, close together growing brighter, they resolve into two deep submersibles, free-falling down into the deep dark blackness of the deep of ocean, like express elevators.

One is ahead of the other, and passes, looking like a spacecraft blazing with lights, bristling with insectile manipulators. They continue descending away into the limitless blackness below. Soon they are fireflies, then stars. Then gone.

One of the falling submersibles, called Mir-One, right up to it's circular viewport to see the occupants. Inside, it is a cramped seven foot sphere, crammed with equipment. Adam Milligan, the sub's pilot, sitting hunched over his controls, singing softly to himself.

Next to him on one side is Balthazar, who's in his forties and likes to wear his Nomex suit unzipped to show the gold from famous shipwrecks covering his gray chest hair.

He is a wiley, fast-talking, treasure hunter. A salvage superstar who is part historian, part adventurer and part vacuum cleaner salesman. Right now, he is propped against the CO2 scrubber, fast asleep and snoring.

On the other side, crammed into the remaining space is a long haired man, who has it in a mullet style. This was Ash, who was also asleep. Adam is an R.O.V. (Remotely Operated Vehicle) pilot and is the resident Titanic expert.

Adam glances at the bottom sonar and makes a ballast adjustment. A pale, dead-flat lunar landscape. It gets brighter, lit from above, as Mir-One enters and drops to the seafloor in a downblast from it's thrusters.

It hits bottom after its two hour free-fall with a loud BONK. Balthazar and Ash jerk awake at the landing. "We are here." Adam announced.

Five minutes later, the Two subs skim over the seafloor to the sound of sides-can sonar and the thrum of big thrusters. The featureless gray clay of the bottom unrolls in the lights of the subs. Bodine is watching the sidescan sonar display, where the outline of a huge pointed object is visible.

Adam lies prone, driving the sub, his face pressed to the center port. "Come left a little. She's right in front of us, eighteen meters. Fifteen. Thirteen... you should see it." Ash instructed. "Do you see it? I don't see it..." Adam said, narrowing his eyes as he pilots the sub. "There!" He suddenly exclaims, his eyes lighting up.

Out of the darkness, like a ghostly apparition, the bow of the ship appears. It's knife-edge prow seeming to plow the bottom sediment like ocean waves. It towers above the seafloor, standing just as it landed 84 years ago. The Titanic. Or what is left of her.

Mir-One goes up and over the bow railing, intact except for an overgrowth of rusticles draping it like mutated Spanish moss. "It still gets me every time." Balthazar muttered, as he looks through a eyepiece monitor of a video camcorder.

"Is just your guilt because of estealing from the dead." Adam said, turning to look at him. Balthazar turns the camera in his hand so it points at his own face. "Thanks, Milligan. Work with me, here." He said to Adam.

Balthazar resumes his serious, pensive gaze out the front port, with the camera aimed at himself at arm's length. "It still gets me every time... to see the sad ruin of the great ship sitting here, where she landed at 2:30 in the morning, April 15, 1912, after her long fall from the world above."

Adam rolls his eyes and mutters something under his breath. Ash chuckles and watches the sonar. "You are so full of shit, boss." He said, to Balthazar.

Mir-Two drives aft down the starboard side, past the huge anchor while Mir-One passes over the seemingly endless forecastle deck, with it's massive anchor chains still laid out in two neat rows, it's bronze windlass caps gleaming. The 22 foot long subs are like white bugs next to the enormous wreck.