The ship rocks in the wake of the storm, the sound of thunder mingling with the creaking timbers. You make your way to the brig, the air thick with the salty scent of the sea. The lanterns flicker, casting shadows over the dark stone walls. In the far corner, bound to the cold bars, sits Prince Dean Winchester, his chains rattling as he shifts slightly. His eyes are the only thing that remain steady—glinting with something that could be described as defiance, but also something else, something far more dangerous.

You pause just outside his cell, arms crossed as you study him. His once regal posture has faltered—no longer the proud prince he once was, now reduced to a prisoner. Still, there’s a smugness to him that you can’t shake. You can practically feel the challenge radiating off him, like a flickering flame, just waiting for you to make the wrong move.

Dean looks up, his lip curling into a half-smirk. “I’ll admit, I wasn’t expecting such a warm reception. Didn’t think pirates were into... keeping prisoners.”

You hold his gaze. “I’m not like the others, Your Highness. This ship isn’t your home, and you’re not my guest.”

He tilts his head, eyes narrowed as he sizes you up. “Oh, I know what you want. My family will pay handsomely for me. But it seems like you’ve got other plans, don’t you?”

You step closer, your voice low. “You’re not a prize, Prince. You’re leverage, nothing more.”

Dean shifts in his chains, testing their weight. “Leverage? You’re wrong. You’re not in control here. You’ve made a mistake taking me.”

He says it like a warning, but it only makes you more intrigued. “You’re not as dangerous as you think, Dean. You’re my prisoner now.”