++++Authors Note: Hey people who read this! I hope you guys like this story. I've been reading Fanficiton for two years and I have come to the conclusion that no one really writes stories about Dean becoming a merman. I have always thought merpeople were awesome so I decided to write a story about my favorite character ever being a sexy merman. If anyone does review please no bashing. Constructive criticism is great, that can make me a better writer but please no flames. Thank You All! Sincerely Tia from 2People++++
+P.S. I know I suck at grammar sometimes so just bear with me here :)+
Chapter 1: Dean Is Acting Weird (Sam's Pov)
We're driving through Indiana to get to our next hunt in Scottsburg, two different angry spirits within twenty minutes of each other.
"Fucking Hell!" Dean groans as he inches forward after not moving the car for what seems like forever. We've been in this traffic jam for an hour, and we're like five minutes away from the town. Dean keeps looking at the time, and as the minutes go one the more frustrated he gets.
"Dean, its eight thirty, relax dude." He gives me a small glare, shakes his head, then looks forward, his death grip on the wheel getting even more intense.
Ever since Jess died and I began hunting with Dean again, I started to notice "things" about him. I don't really know how to explain it but he's been acting, so, un-dean like. He's skittish, he drinks water instead of beer, he hates being on the road in "his baby" for more then ten hours, he makes us stop at a motel every night at eight and when we get to our room he instantly goes into the bathroom for two hours, and most importantly, he doesn't flirt with girls as much as he used to. At first I thought he was just acting strange because of dad leaving him out of 'the know', but he didn't have that "I was betrayed by my daddy" look in his eye. I just, it's freaking me out a little bit. I called him on it before but he just started laughing and said jokingly "are you worried I'm seeing another woman Samantha?". Is there actually something wrong with Dean or did he just change while I was away?
"Ugh, FINALLY!" Dean exclaims in relief when the traffic starts to go, the wreck that caused this whole thing having been cleared up a few minutes ago. I look at the time to see its eight thirty-five, and Dean is hauling ass. We pull off of the highway and pass a sign that says 'Welcome To Scottsburg' (AN:I don't live in Indiana so any detail I mention is probably wrong).
"Dean, your going sixty." I state, looking at him again, but his expressions shocks me, be looks worried.
"Ya so?" he says, hiding the worry in his face completely.
"So we just passed a sign that said twenty-five." He groans in annoyance but slows down.
"You can't just be the college geek boy now can you? You have to be the goody two shoes as well." He says, chuckling at his own attempt at humor.
"Ya Dean, the fact that I don't wanna die because your driving like an ass means I'm a goody two shoes. And I thought you love the car, why tromp on the gas?" he gives me a death glare, then looks back to the road. We see buildings up ahead so he drops down to thirty-five.
"One, she's not just a car, and two don't tell me how to drive her." I put my hands up in surrender as he stops at a red light.
"Ok, ok, sorry dude." He just rolls his eyes and turns left. We find a motel two minutes later and pull into the parking lot. He practically runs into the building while I watch. I look at the time, eight forty-nine. He comes back a little while later looking even more pissed off. He jerks his head and walks to the trunk. "What happened?" I ask while closing the car door.
"Nothing, we're right over there, room twenty." He hands me my bag, closes the trunk, and we walk to the room. He fumbles with the key but finally gets it open on his third try.
The room looks like shit. Yellow walls, old fuzzy brown couch, sixties style looking table and chairs, and two beds with stained to hell comforters on them.
"Well, this is pretty interesting." I say trying to lighten the mood. He grunts in response and sets his bag on the bed closest to the door. He grabs a new set of clothes from it and drops the bag to the ground.
"I call dibs on the bathroom." He says while slamming the door shut, locking it behind him.
"Jerk." I mutter under my breath while grabbing my laptop and setting it on the table. Just as I am about to press the power button I hear a crashing sound from the bathroom and a string of cusses. "DEAN?" I run to the door and try opening it, forgetting it was locked for a second. I don't hear an immediate answer so I start ramming into the door with my shoulder.
"SAM DON'T….." but before he can finish his sentence the door bursts open to show a shirtless Dean on the floor, well only half of him.
The top half of his body is the same human looking Dean, but it's from his waste down that has me step back in shock. His legs have been replaced with a long yet muscular cobalt blue tail.
"Dean?" I manage to gasp out in shock. My eyes are pulled away from his tail and are brought to his eyes, and I don't know what shocks me more, the tail or the look of pure fear radiating from his eyes.
"Sam" he says as he pulls himself away from me and closer to the wall, "I can explain."
End of chapter 1!
+++++Second Authors Note: I hope you liked the first chapter. I will use more detail in later chapters but I never like to overly explain things in the first chapter. Chapter 2 will hopefully be posted soon, and be way longer.
Next chapter: Deans Pov. Explains how he's a merman and his fear, why he's un-Dean like.