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

To Make Each Day Count

In Donna's stateroom, men's suits and jackets and formal wear are strewn all over the place. Sam is dressed, except for his jacket, and Donna is tying his bow tie. "Don't feel bad about it. My husband still can't tie one of these damn things after 20 years." Donna said, pulling on the tie to tighten it. She then turn to pick up a jacket off the bed. "There you go." Donna said, handing the jacket to Sam, who goes into the bathroom to put it on.

Donna starts picking up the stuff off the bed. "I gotta buy everything in three sizes 'cause I never know how much he's been eating while I'm away." Donna said, turning to look at Sam. "My, my, my... you shine up like a new penny."

Sam approaches the grand staircase entrance, dashing in his borrowed white-tie outfit, right down to his pearl studs. A steward bows and smartly opens the door to the First Class Entrance. "Good evening, sir." The steward said. Sam plays the role smoothly, nods with just the right degree of disdain.

Sam steps in and his breath is taken away by the splendor spread out before him. Overhead is the enormous glass dome, with a crystal chandelier at its center. Sweeping down six stories is the First Class Grand Staircase, the epitome of the opulent naval architecture of the time.

And the people: the women in their floor length dresses, elaborate hairstyles and abundant jewelry... the gentlemen in evening dress, standing with one hand at the small of the back, talking quietly. Sam descends the staircase, several men nod a perfunctory greeting. He nods back, keeping it simple. He feels like a spy.

Lucifer comes down the stairs, with Bela on his arm, covered in jewelry. They both walk right past Sam, neither one recognizing him. Lucifer nods at him, one gent to another. But Sam barely has time to be amused.

Because just behind Lucifer and Bela on the stairs is (Name), a vision in red and black, her low-cut dress showing off her neck and shoulders, her arms seathed in white gloves that come well above above the elbow. Sam is hypnotized by her beauty.

(Name) approaches Sam, who imitates the gentlemen's stance, hand behind his back. She extends her gloved hand and he takes it, kissing the back of her fingers. (Name) flushes, beaming noticeably. She can't take her eyes off him.

"I saw that in a nickelodean once, and I always wanted to do it." Sam said, and (Name) smiles. "Lucifer, surely you remember Mr. Winchester." (Name) said to her fiancé, who looks at Sam, seeking caught off guard by him.

"Winchester! I didn't recognize you." Lucifer said, and he studies him for a moment. "Amazing! You could almost pass for a gentlemen." He said, his complement feeling like a backhanded insult.

They enter the reception room, where the party descends to dinner. They encounter Donna, looking good in a beaded dress, in her own busty broad-shouldered way. Donna grins when she sees Sam. As they are going into the dining saloon she walks next to him, speaking low. "Ain't nothin' to it, is there, Sam?" She whispered to him.

"Yeah, you just dress like a pallbearer and keep your nose up." Sam said. "Remember, the only thing they respect is money, so just act like you've got a lot of it and you're in the club." Donna advice him.

As they enter the swirling throng, (Name) leans close to Sam, pointing out several notables. "There's the Rowena. And that's Micheal... the richest man on the ship. His little wifey there, Anna, is my age and in a delicate condition. See how she's trying to hide it. Quite the scandal."

(Name) then nods toward a couple. "And over there, that's Bartholomew and Naomi, Lilith. She designs naughty lingerie, among her many talents. Very popular with the royals." She said. Lucifer becomes engrossed in a conversations with Bartholomew and Uriel, while Bela, Rowena and Naomi discuss fashion.