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Title: In With the Tide
Author: jhoom
Summary: Castiel and James have served as lighthouse keepers for going on five years now. They don’t mind how lonely it is, being miles outside of town. If anything, that’s one of the advantages; no prying eyes to wonder about how close the Novak brothers truly are…
Things get turned upside down when a strange man washes ashore one morning. A man with stunning green eyes, beautiful plush lips, and a secret that threatens to bring unwanted attention to the twins.
Tags/Warnings: lighthouse keeper jimmy, lighthouse keeper cas, spy dean, pre revolutionary america
Teaser:
Castiel had walked the rocky beach hundreds of times. It wasn’t uncommon to be littered with debris—rope or nets or lanterns cast overboard in the choppy waters—but already he noticed more than he’d ever seen at one time. Broken pieces of wood, a paddle, canvas… all of it stretched across the sand.
His concerns grew until he spotted the one thing he hoped never to encounter on these walks: a body lying just shy of the water, the waves stretching for his toes as it ebbed and flowed.
“James!” Castiel shouted back towards the house as he took off at a sprint. “James! Help!”
Whether his brother heard him or not, Castiel didn’t know. The world narrowed down to the man before him, covered in sand and filth and absolutely drenched to the bone. He was alive though, Castiel saw that as soon as he got close. His breathing was shallow and came out with a wheeze, but it was proof enough that he would likely survive.
At least if Castiel got him inside and dried him off. Hopefully got some broth into him, or failing that, got him comfortable so that he could rest.
It was a long trek back to the house, especially up the winding pathway that took them up from the beach. It was no easier with the man’s body weighing him down, but once he was closer, Castiel was able to get James’ attention. His brother looked angry for having been woken so soon, or he did until he saw Castiel dragging an unconscious man.
“Didn’t he see the light?” James grunted as he helped shoulder the burden of the strange man. “I know damned well I kept the fires going—”
“Does it matter? He saw it or he didn’t. He’s here now, let’s deal with that first.”
Both brothers were exhausted by the time they’d gotten the stranger into James’ long abandoned bed. James, wide awake from the exertion, helped Castiel wash the man’s clothes and hang up his soaked satchel to dry out. They didn’t even bother to look through his things as they emptied his pockets and bag. Most of it was ruined, anyway, save the compass and perhaps the notebook if it dried well. The ink and quill were garbage, as were the bread and cheese hidden away.
The man himself remained unconscious. When they’d undressed him, he’d been limp and his skin clammy. The only time he’d seemed himself was when they’d gotten him in the bed.
“Please,” the man whispered but once before sleep took him again.
It made the prospect of feeding him an unlikely one. They’d have to wait until he was able to actually hold his eyes open.
“Well,” James whispered as they settled into their own bed to sleep. “If there were to be any man to shipwreck here, I’m glad he’s a handsome one.”