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

To The Stars

April 14, 1912
(Name) had brought Sam to her suit. Like in a dream the beautiful woodwork and satin upholstery emerge from the rusted ruin. Sam is overwhelmed by the opulence of the room. He sets his sketchbood and drawing materials on the marble table.

"Will this light do? Don't artists need good light?" (Name) asked. "Zat is true, I am not used to working in such 'orreeble conditions." Sam said, in a bad French accent, making (Name) laugh.

Sam then sees her paintings. "Hey... Monet!" He said, and crouches next to the paintings stacked against the wall. "Isn't he great... the use of color? I saw him once... through a hole in this garden fence in Giverny." He said.

(Name) goes into the adjoining walk-in wardrobe closet. He sees her go to the safe and start working the combination, he's fascinated and goes over to her. "Lucifer insist on luggin this thing everywhere." (Name) said. "Should I be expecting him anytime soon?" Sam asked. "Not as long as the cigars and brandy hold out." (Name) replied.

CLUNK! (Name) unlocks the safe. Glancing up, she meets his eyes in the mirror behind the safe. She opens it and removes the necklace, then holds it out to Sam, who takes it nervously. "What is it? A sapphire?" He asked.

"A diamond. A very rare diamond, called the Heart of the Ocean." (Name) explained, and Sam gazes at wealth beyond his comprehension.

(Name) gulps, as her mannerism suddenly become nervous, within a blink of an eye. She looks down at her feet as she fidgets with her dress. "S-sam.... I-I like you to draw... to draw me like one of your French girl.... wearing this." She stammered, and Sam hummed and nodded.

(Name) glances up at him, looking even more nervous. "Wearing only this." She said, so quietly, you can almost barely hear her. Sam looks down at her, surprised.

Later in the bedroom, (Name) took the butterfly comb and draws it out of her hair. She shakes her head and her hair falls free.

In the sitting room, Sam moved the divan over in front of where he'll be sitting. He let's out a breath as he runs his hand through his hair, brushing his bangs aside and looking a pretty nervous as well.

Sam goes to his chair and lays out his pencils like surgical tools. His sketchbook is open and ready. He looks up as (Name) comes into the room, wearing a silk kimono.

(Name) walks slowly over to Sam, her legs shaking with every step she took. "I'll go mad if I have to see another picture of me looking like a china doll." She said, stopping in front of Sam.

She needs to take a moment, to calm her nerves. "S-so... as a uh... paying customer." She said, holding out a dime as her hand trembles. "I-I-I uh..." She muttered, taking another moment. "I-I expect to get... what I want.... Please." She said. Sam nodded, accepting the dime and flashing a nervous smile.

(Name) takes in a breath as she steps back, nearly tripping on the bottom of her kimono. She stops, her hands still shaking as she parts the kimono. The blue stone lies on her breast. Her heart is pounding as she slowly lowers the robe.

Sam looks so stricken, it is almost comical. The kimono drops to the floor. Sam shift in his seat as he points towards the divan he had moved earlier.

"Over on the bed... the couch.... Go... Lie down." He said. Hearing the shakiness in his voice made (Name) smile and helped her feel a little bit better. He was just as nervous as she was about this, maybe even more.

"Tell me when it looks right to you." (Name) said as she lies down on the divan, settling like a cat into the position. "Uh... just bend your left leg a little and... and put that other arm up, that hand right by your face there." Sam instructed, and (Name) did as he said.