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

Never Let Go

Bodies are whirled and spun, some limp as dolls, others struggling spasmodically, as the vortex sucks them down and tumbles them. (Name) rises to the surface, looking around frantically as she splashes around to keep her head above water. "SAM! SAM!" She called out.

A roiling chaos of screaming, thrashing people. Over a thousand people are now floating where the ship went down. Some are stunned, gasping for breath. Others are crying, praying, moaning, shouting, screaming.

"SAM!" (Name) continued calling out, losing him in the chaos. She starts swimming, looking for him. People were clawing at each other, driven insane by the water, 4 degrees below freezing, a cold so intense it is indistinguishable from death by fire.

A man pushes (Name) under, trying to climb on top of her... senselessly trying to get out of the water, to climb onto anything. "NO!" (Name) screamed for the brief second her head resurface as she struggles to push the man off of her.

"SAM!" She screamed out again, before being pushed under. "(NAME)!" Sam screamed, swimming over to them as fast as he could. "GET OFF HER! GET OFF HER!" He shouted, and punches the man repeatedly, pulling her free.

"(Name)!" Sam yelled, quickly checking to make sure she's alright. "Sam!" (Name) exclaimed, so relieved to see him. "Swim, (Name)! I need you to SWIM!" Sam said, grabbing her lifejacket to hold on to her, so they won't get separated again.

(Name) tries to keep up, but her strokes are not as effective as Sam's because of her lifejacket. They break out of the clot of people. Sam has to find some kind of flotation, anything to get her out of the freezing water. "Keep swimming. Keep moving. Come one, you can do it." Sam encouraged her.

All about them there is a tremendous wailing, screaming and moaning, a chorus of tormented souls. And beyond that... nothing but black water stretching to the horizon. The sense of isolation and hopelessness is overwhelming.

Sam strokes rhythmically, the effort keeping him from freezing. "Look for something floating. Some debris... wood... anything." He said to (Name). "It's so cold." (Name) said. "I know. I know. Help me, here. Look around." Sam said.

Sam's words keep her focused, taking her mind off the wailing around them. (Name) scans the water, panting, barely able to draw a breath. (Name) sees something in the water. "What's that?" She asked, pointing towards it.

Sam sees what she is pointing to, and they make for it together. It is a piece of wooden debris, intricately carved, most likely a door from first class. Sam pushes (Name) up and she slithers onto it belly down.

But when Sam tries to get up onto the thing, it tilts and submerges, almost dumping (Name) off. It is clearly only big enough to support her. Sam looks at the situation and nods, knowing he's not going to make. He's okay with that, as long as (Name) lives.

Sam clings to the door, close to (Name), keeping his upper body out of the water as best he can. Their breath floats around them in a cloud as they pant from exertion.

A man swims toward them, homing in on the piece of debris. Sam warns him back. "It's just enough for this lady... you'll push it under." He said. "Let me try at least, or I'll die soon." The man said.

"You'll die quicker if you come any closer." Sam threatened, and the man pauses. "Yes, I see. Good luck to you then. God bless." He said, and swims off. Sam turns back to (Name), taking her hand.

"Sam, you have to get on. You have to get out of the water." (Name) said, tugging on his hand, but Sam shook his head. "No." He said. "There's room. You can fit." (Name) said, still tugging on him.

"The space isn't the problem. It can't support both of us. If I get on, we'll both be in the water." Sam said. "Sam..." (Name) muttered, looking at him with pleading eyes. "I'll be fine. I'm a survivor, remember?" Sam said, giving her a reassurance smile.