First GlanceFirst Glance by wolverineluver45
Meg was being infuriating, and Castiel couldn't stand it a second longer. With an agitated huff, he rose from the table, not even bothering to excuse himself. He just needed to get out of Meg's presence; the woman was like a deadly toxin, and Castiel could only just barely handle her in small doses.
He strolled out onto the deck, inhaling a gulp of salty clean air, thankful for the sense of calm it brought. Meg wouldn't follow him out here. For some reason, she hated the smell of the sea and refused to set foot outside their chambers unless it was absolutely necessary. Castiel, however, loved the ocean; he smiled softly as a gentle breeze trickled through his raven hair.
On the deck below, Dean was currently hard at work, sketching charcoal smears that began to take the shape of a man holding his daughter up on the rails of the ship. Dean's eyes crinkled as he smiled, watching the father point out the rudders and waves to his little girl. Dean smudged the edges around his sketch of the