Dean Winchester was running away. From his past, from his family, from everything. The son of a poor ship yard worker, nothing about his life had ever been easy. When Dean was four his mother died giving birth to a baby boy. The birth had been too hard for Mary, she had lost too much blood. It sent his father off of the deep end, first he was depressed, then he started spending any money he made on booze. Dean had to take a job at the market running groceries to the rich, he made enough money to feed himself and Samuel though. The upper class of london treated Dean like garbage, screaming at the dirty boy who would deliver their food for even the smallest bruise on a potato. However it was worth it when he would come home with a crust of bread or scrap of cheese for his brother.

Then the sickness took Samuel. Dean never found out what it was, one day he came home from work and his brother was tucked in bed, sweating, shaking and crying. He gave him bread, and the last of the clean water and went to work. By the time Dean came home Samuel was dead.

Dean left the town shortly after, there was nothing left for him there. Eventually Dean found his way to Queenstown where he worked in the shipyard for years. That was until that beautiful ship was set to sail. Dean was determined to get on.

"You really going to do it brother?" Benny asked him the night before.

Benny had taken Dean under his wings when he started working. He took Dean into his home and gave him a warm bed to sleep in. It was like what Dean had done for Samuel all those years, it was like Dean had a little brother.

"I have to." Dean answered. "There is nothing for me here anymore. I can't expect you to take care of me for the rest of my life."

"I would though." Benny answered.

"I know." Dean said.

"Well, I've got a plan." Benny said, though his voice cracked a little. He really worried about Dean leaving.

Dean was hidden in plain sight, scrubbed clean and neat hair, he passed for someone who would be staff on the ship. He would sleep in the workers quarters, or in cargo, but he was on his way.

He ditched the uniform in a bathroom once on board and by 2 o'clock on April 11th Dean was finally free.