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

Two Different Worlds Meets

Raphael is seated with Lucifer, (Name), Bela, Donna Hanscum and Kevin Tran in the Palm Court, a beautiful sunny spot enclosed by high arched windows.

"Well, I may have knocked her together, but the idea was Mr. Ismay's. He envisioned a steamer so grand in scale, and so luxurious in its appointments, that its supremacy would never be challenged. And here she is..." Kevin said, and slaps the table. "...willed into solid reality." He said.

"Why're ships always bein' called she? Is it because men think half the women around have big sterns and should be weighed in tonnage?" Donna asked, and everyone but (Name) laughs. "Just another example of the men settin' the rules their way." Donna said.

(Name) was staring off into nothing, trying to escape the reality she's trapped in and find comfort in her own little world in her head. But her daydream was interrupted when she heard the waiter asks what they would like.

"I'll have whiskey." She said, surprising her mother. "You know I don't like that, (Name)." Bela reminded her, and (Name) turns to look at her dead in the eye. "Make it a double." She said to the waiter, not breaking eye-contact with her mother, who frowns at her attitude.

"She knows." Lucifer said to Bela, then turns to the waiter. "She'll have the water." He said, and (Name) bites back the insult she's thinking in her head. One her mother wouldn't approve of either.

"We'll both have the lamb. Rare, with a little mint sauce." Lucifer said to the waiter, then he turns to (Name), after the waiter moves away. "You like lamb, don't you sweetpea?" He asked.

Donna is watching the dynamic between (Name), Lucifer and Bela. "So, you gonna cut her meat for her too there, Cal?" She asked, and Lucifer is taken aback by this. (Name) glances across the table at Donna, surprised by her boldness.

Donna smiles at her, before turning to Raphael. "Hey, who came up with the name Titanic? You, Raphael?" She asked. "Yes, actually. I wanted to convey sheer size. And size means stability, luxury... and safety..." He replied.

"Do you know of Dr. Freud? His ideas about the male preoccupation with size might be of particular interest to you, Mr. Raphael." (Name) said and Kevin chokes on his breadstick, suppressing laughter.

"My God, (Name), what's gotten into..." Bela started to say. "Excuse me." (Name) said, suddenly. She gets up and stalks away. "I do apologize." Bela said to the table, mortified by her daughter's rudeness.

"She's a pistol, Lucifer. You sure you can handle her?" Donna asked him. "Well, I may have to start minding what she reads from now on." Lucifer said, tense but feigning unconcern.

On the after deck, Sam was sitting on a bench in the sun. He has his knees pulled up, supporting a leather bound sketching pad, his only valuable possession. With conte crayon he draws rapidly, using sure strokes.

Andy Gallagher has his step-daughter Tyler standing on the lower rung of the rail. She is leaned back against his beer barrel of a stomach, watching the seagulls.

The sketch captures them perfectly, with a great sense of the humanity of the moment. Sam is good, really good. Dean looks over Sam's shoulder and nods appreciatively.

Benny Lafitte, a scowling young man, watches as a crewmember comes by, walking three small dogs around the deck. "That's typical. First class dogs come down here to take a shit." Benny sneered.

Sam looks up from his sketch. "That's so we know where we rank in the scheme of things." He said. "Like we could forget." Benny grumbled, and Sam glances across the well deck.

At the aft railing of B deck promenade stands (Name), in a long yellow dress and white gloves. Sam, unable to take his eyes off of her. They are across from each other, about 60 feet apart, with the well deck like a valley between them. She on her promontory, he on his much lower one.