Okay, I know most of you who are following me are pissed because I haven't updated my other stories, but I can't help it. Destiel was calling to me and I just... I wanted a Little Mermaid version of it *pouts* can you blame me? I mean, think about it: Dean as a Merman (that means he's half-naked most of the time), and Cas as the hot prince who sweeps him off his feet? No-brainer :P Also, I would like all of you to know that I strictly adhere to CasDean, meaning Cas shall top. Forever. End of discussion. Idk what's wrong with me, but Dean's just a bottom kind-of-guy to me. Maybe it's because doth protest too much about being gay that I can just imagine him liking bottoming :P Oh well, for now, this story is going to be T, when the smutty-smut comes along, I'll up the rating. Alrighty, then, go ahead and read the fanfic, and make sure to drop a review on your way out when you're done.

The Little Merman

Chapter One: Part of Your World

Serena-loves-Angst

Various fish swim towards a grand underwater palace made completely of glittering gold. Merpeople aren't far behind and they all begin to fill the concert hall inside. Many armored Mermen begin blowing into their coral and fanfare silences the crowd.

A seahorse swims up. "Ahem…His royal highness, King John!" He announces in a squeaky voice.

John enters on his gold chariot, led by happily squeaking dolphins. The king under the sea smiles brightly at his subjects and waves, eliciting cheers from them.

"And presenting the distinguished court composer, Horatio Thelonious Ignatius Crustaceous Robert Singer!" The seahorse continues.

The old crab scuttles in, beard combed and quickly kicking away his coral cup to grab his composer's stick instead. The crowd applauds lightly.

John is smiling at his old friend. "I'm really looking forward to this performance, Bobby." He tells him honestly.

"Yeah, well, you can bet that this will be the best damn concert I've ever conducted. The idjits actually know how to carry a tune and move their tails this time." Bobby replies, to which John laughs heartily and belly-deep.

"Yes, and especially Dean… His voice is just like his mother's and I'm sure he'll be great." John's heart feels lighter when remembering his oldest son, especially how like his mother he is.

Bobby nods, and there's a hint of pride in the old crustacean's eyes. "Yeah, I ain't heard a voice finer since Mary…" then under his breath he mutters, "if only the idjit would show up for rehearsals once in a while." Lucky for him, John doesn't hear his mutter.

Bobby scuttles over to the stage while muttering under his breath. Once he reaches the podium he straightens up. He taps the stand and everyone comes to order. He raises his stick and the orchestra begins their melody and everyone's attention is immediately captured.

One by one, John's children come up and begin their singing.

"Ah, we are the children of John~

Great father who loves us and named us well:" Here they all split up, and each mermaid and merman goes up to sing their name.

"Jo~" A cute blonde mermaid with a blue tail and brown seashells gives a cheeky wink.

"Bela~" A gorgeous brunette with a purple tail and purple seashells sways her hips elegantly.

"Lisa~" A black-haired mermaid with a white tail and brown seashells smiles shyly.

"Charlie~ Becky~" A redhead with green tail and purple seashells poses with a small quirky brunette with a brown tail and pale pink seashells before they burst into giggles.

"Adam~" A handsome blond merman with a blue tail smiles charmingly, making many of the teenage mermaids swoon.

Together, the siblings start singing again.

"And then there is the oldest in his musical debut,

Our older brother, we're presenting him to you,

To sing a song Bobby wrote, his voice is like a midsummer's swell,

He's our brother, Dea―" They stop in favor of gasping, because the big, beautiful seashell that Dean is supposed to be in is empty.

Silence.

John starts to tremble and so does the palace, and the spectators look on warily, worried about their safety and the King's blood pressure.

"DEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN!"

A young merman with dirty-blond hair is pacing anxiously. He has a gorgeous emerald tail that matches his olive eyes. His teeth are worrying his pink lips. He looks at the sunken ship in front of him and feels a burst of excitement, at the prospect of exploring it. But then he remembers how his friend isn't here yet and the annoyance returns.

"Dean!" A moose-fish merman by the name of Sam swims over to Dean. Sam is on the more handsome side of moose-fish mermen, but he doesn't usually take much advantage of it. He is also very long, something that Dean has always been envious since he's always considered Sam to be another little brother and big brothers are supposed to be longer damn it!

"Took ya long enough," Dean says.

"Sorry, the librarian held me up." Sam pants.

"Only a pufferfish, Sammy, only a pufferfish." Dean chuckles, and the two swim over to the porthole of the sunken ship. Dean easily swims inside but Sam gets stuck in the porthole.

"Uh…Dean?" Sam cries, and Dean laughs.

"Dude, all you eat is kelp, how can you not fit?" Dean teases and he grabs Sam by the antlers and pulls him in.

Sam suddenly feels a cold chill, and he whispers to Dean. "Do you think there might be sharks around here?"

A dark shadow passes by the windows but Sam and Dean don't notice it.

"Sam, don't be such a guppy." Dean snorts, starting to swim past the ship's broken framework and keeping his eyes peeled for anything noteworthy.

"I am not a guppy." Sam pouts, no doubt giving Dean his cute moose eyes that the Prince caves to every time. "This is great – I mean, I really love this. Excitement, adventure, danger lurking around every corn– HOLY SHIT! Dean!" Sam shrieks once he sees a skull, and he crashes into a pillar. The pillar starts to cave and Sam starts to swim frantically to get out of its path. During his haste he doesn't notice Dean and knocks the both of them over.

"Damn it, Sam!" Dean curses, pushing Sam off him and getting the other's antlers away from his precious abdomen.

Sam breathes in heavily. "Yeah sure, no problem, I'm okay…" He says sarcastically, since Dean's not concerned about his well-being.

"Shhh…" Dean hushes before seeing something glint in the shelf by the wall. He quickly swims over and picks up the silver object. It's about the length of his hand and thin, and the end of it is split into four separate points. "Sam, look!" He shows him the object in excitement. "Is this thing cool or what?" He asks in glee.

Sam chuckles, amused by the way Dean's eyes have lit up. "It's amazing! But, err, what is it?" He asks curiously.

Dean shrugs. "I don't know, but I bet Gabriel will." He puts the object in his bag. The shadow passes by the windows again and a dull "thunk" sounds.

Sam immediately frowns. "What was that? Did you hear something?" he demands.

Dean is too busy inspecting a small wooden object that curved at the end and is hollow inside, almost like a curved wooden tube. "Hmm, I wonder what this one is?" He mutters to himself.

Sam gives Dean one of his bitchfaces, one that Dean recognizes as Bitchface #18 Listen to me when I'm talking to you. "Dean…" he starts.

Dean waves his hand dismissively. "Relax, Sam. Nothing is going to happen," he rolls his eyes.

A shadow looms over Sam and the moose-fish merman starts to tremble and with one glance he screams bloody murder. Just their luck, it's a shark.

"SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT! SWIM! SWIM!" Sam screeches and bolts.

Dean balks and starts swimming too. The shark starts snapping and chasing after them. Dean feels the lack of weight on his shoulder and realizes that he forgot his bag. After groaning he darts for his bag and the shark nearly bites his arm off in the process but he manages to grab it and he and Sam swim through a hole in the ceiling and start swimming to the open porthole. The shark bursts through the already-broken floor and the two get the incentive to swim the fuck faster!

Dean pops through the porthole with ease but Sam gets stuck. "Damn it, Sam!" Dean pulls at his antlers and Sam comes barreling through with the force of Dean's pull. They both roll over in the water and Dean quickly grabs the porthole window and slams it closed, trapping the shark. He grins and salutes at the snapping creature before swimming away. "C'mon, Sam." Dean calls and Sam quickly swims over to him. "Ya know, if you're just going to get stuck, you might as well eat real food instead of kelp and enjoy being fat rather than wallow in denial." He jokes, but scowls when Sam butts him with his antlers.

"Shut up, jerk." Sam huffs.

Dean smirks. "Bitch."

A ruffled, brown-feathered seagull is hopping around on his tiny island. He senses approaching mermen and transforms into a man with gold-brown hair and eyes just as sharp as when he'd been a bird. He was cursed by the merwitch Crowley, but found that this lifestyle isn't so bad. Not when he has a sexy moose-fish merman that gives him company (whenever he's not with Dean that is). Once he finds his telescope he snatches it and opens it.

"Gabriel!" Dean calls as he breaches the surface.

Gabriel raises the telescope and looks through the wrong end of it, seeing Dean a few hundred yards away. "Whoa! Merman and sexy moose-fish off the port bow! Sam, Dean, how you doin'?" He shouts, lowering his telescope to see Dean and Sam at wing's length. "Whoa, what a swim!" He snickers.

Sam rolls his eyes while Dean presents his bag. "Here, take a look at what we found." He takes out the silver object.

"Yeah, we were in this sunken ship. It was damn creepy." Sam shudders, remembering the shark that had almost eaten them.

"Aw, poor baby." Gabriel coos to Sam before snatching up the object from Dean. "Human stuff, huh? Here, lemme see. Look at this. Wow, this is special and very, very unusual." He says.

"What? What is it?" Dean demands.

"It's a dinglehopper! Humans use these little babies…to straighten their hair out. See," he runs it through his hair feathers, "just a little twirl here an' a yank there and... Voila!" His feathers look perfectly coiffed. "You got an aesthetically pleasing configuration of hair that humans go nuts over!" He says proudly, handing the dinglehopper back to Dean. Gabriel often loves to mess with Dean, so he always purposely gives him the wrong names and uses for whatever he brings back. Besides, it's not like Dean will ever need to know how to use this stuff. Not unless he's planning to become a human.

"A dinglehopper!" Dean looks like he's about to burst from excitement.

"What about this one?" Sam gets out the wooden object.

Gabriel croons, taking it. "Ah, this I haven't seen in years. This is wonderful! A banded, bulbous snarfblat." He rubs it against his cheek.

"Oohhh." Sam and Dean's mouth drop in awe.

"Now, the snarfblat dates back to prehistorical times, when humans used to sit around, and stare at each other all day. Got very boring. So, they invented the snarfblat to make fine music. Allow me." Gabriel puts his mouth to the opening and blows, and seaweed pops out from the other end.

"Wait, music? The concert!" Dean panics. "We have to get back or Dad will legitimately spear my tail!" he cries.

"Wait, the concert was today?" Sam balks.

Gabriel is still looking over the snarfblat. "Maybe you could make a little planter out of it or somethin'," he suggests.

Dean grabs the snarfblat and dinglehopper from him and shoves them into his bag. "Uh, I'm sorry, I've gotta go. Thanks for everything, Gabriel." Dean tells him hurriedly before diving.

"Anytime, buddy, anytime." Gabriel calls. "But next time, pay me in moose-fish sex!" He adds, and receives a splash in the face.

From the depths two hound-eels watch Sam and Dean, and they join their left and right eyes together to make one gold eye.

At the edge of the John's kingdom is a home, a witch's home. It's made of stone and shaped in the form of a hideous monster's skull. In the foyer are many weeds, weeds that moan and groan for freedom. Past them is one room, dark and filled with all kinds of potions and herbs and strange concoctions. In the center of it all is a steaming, bubbling pot. Looking over it is an older merwitch with hair, eyes, and tentacles as black as night. Though, he is admittedly handsome, which is half the reason why he's still in business.

He chuckles, and when he speaks there is a definite European accent in his voice. "Yes, hurry home, Prince. We wouldn't want to miss old Daddy's celebration now, would we? Hah! Celebration indeed. Bah! In my day, we had fantastical feasts when I lived in the palace. And now look at me – wasted away to practically nothing – banished and exiled and practically starving, while John and his flimsy fish-folk celebrate. Well, I'll give them something to celebrate soon enough. Growly! Biter! I want you to keep an extra close watch on this pretty little son of his." The merwitch, Crowley, smiles down at the pot, seeing Sam and Dean hurrying back to the palace. "He may be the key to John's undoing…"

"I just don't know what we're going to do with you, Dean." John sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. He's very disappointed in his oldest son.

"Dad, I'm sorry, I just forgot, I―" Dean starts pleadingly.

John will have none of it. "As a result of your careless behavior―" he starts sternly.

"That's right, careless and reckless behavior because that's what it was, ya idjit!" Bobby interrupts.

"―the entire celebration was―" John starts to continue.

"It was ruined!" Bobby takes over. "That's all. Completely destroyed! This concert was to be the best one I've ever put on. Now, thanks to you I am the butt of every joke!" Bobby definitely looks pissed.

"But it wasn't his fault!" Sam starts, and before Dean can stop him the other merman tells John and Bobby everything. "Well – first, ahh, this shark chased us – yeah – yeah! And we tried to – but we couldn't – and – grrrrrrrrr – and – and we – whoooaaaaaa – oh, and then we were safe. But then this seagull came, and it was this is this, and that is that, and―" He explains.

"Seagull?" John interrupts, brows furrowing. "What? Oh – you went up to the surface again, didn't you? DIDN'T YOU?" he demands angrily.

"Nothing happened…" Dean tries to convince him lamely.

"Dean, how many times must we go through this? You could've been seen by one of those barbarians; by–by one of those humans!" John splutters.

Dean gets annoyed with his Dad's name for humans. "Dad, they're not barbarians!" He snaps.

"They're dangerous!" John snaps right back, and Dean grits his teeth and looks away. He doesn't like to argue with his dad, and he's trying very hard to keep from saying anything he doesn't have to. John softens just a little; he hates arguing with Dean too. "Do you think I want to see my oldest son snared by some fish-eater's hook?" He questions lowly.

Dean's eyes flash. "I'm 26-years old. I am not a child anymore―" he starts hotly.

"Don't you take that tone of voice with me, young man. As long as you live under my ocean, you'll obey my rules!" John seethes.

Dean decides to try the pleading approach. "But if you would just listen―" he starts.

John holds up a hand. "Not another word, and I am never, never to hear of you going to the surface again. Is that clear?" He orders.

Dean looks at him long and hard, disappointment and hurt in his eyes before he turns. "C'mon, Sammy…" he mutters to the antlered merman before the two leave the throne room.

John sighs. "Teenagers…they think they know everything. You give them an inch, and they swim all over you." He rubs his face, obviously weary.

Bobby looks at him hard. "Yeah, but you don't think you were a little bit overbearing on the idjit? The kid's your oldest, John, and if he can't take care of himself at least a little, then what's the point?" He asks harshly.

John looks mildly guilty, Bobby is glad to note. "Alright, maybe I am a little hard on him, but it's because he's the oldest. He needs to set an example for his younger siblings. None of this 'flitting to the surface' and that other crap. Then his siblings will think it's okay for them to do it and if I lose any one of them to―" John stops, obviously not wanting to continue. "Look, Dean still needs to be punished for not showing up at the concert. He made a fool of you and he dented his own reputation," he then says.

Remembering this, Bobby nods. "Well, get someone to keep an eye on the idjit then." He suggests casually.

"You're absolutely right, Bobby." John smiles, getting an idea.

"Damn straight," Bobby nods.

"Dean needs constant supervision," John continues.

"Constant," Bobby agrees.

"Someone to watch over him, someone to keep him out of trouble." John knows that Bobby won't like the punch line at the end of his conclusion.

"That's what I'm saying. All the time―" Bobby says.

"And you are just the crab to do it," John finishes.

Bobby groans. "Why didn't I see that one coming?" John only chuckles.

Bobby scuttles down the hallway, muttering to himself. "How do I get myself into these crappy situations? I should be writing symphonies, not tagging along after some headstrong teenager." He sees Sam and Dean sneaking off. "Now what are those two idjits up to?" Bobby wonders to himself and follows the two.

Sam and Dean get to a cave, but the entrance is blocked by a boulder. The two look around to see if they've been followed, but they don't see Bobby hiding behind some kelp a few yards away. Dean gives Sam the okay and Sam pushes the boulder aside and they go in. Bobby quickly scuttles in before the boulder rolls back into place. The old crab gawps at the inside of the cave. There are all sorts of chests overflowing with gold and jewels, and lining the cave walls, which are like shelves, are all kinds of human knick-knacks. Bobby quickly hides behind a plate as Sam and Dean pass by.

"Dean, are you okay?" Sam asks gently.

Dean looks at war with his emotions, but he finally confides in Sam. "I just want to make him understand; I don't see things the way he does. I don't see how a world that makes such amazing things could be bad." Dean sadly puts his dinglehopper into a small chest with similar dinglehoppers and the snarfblat onto a pedestal. He opens his mouth and starts to sing.

"Look at this stuff

Isn't it neat?

Wouldn't you think my collection's complete?

Wouldn't you think I'm the guy

The guy who has ev'rything?

Look at this trove

Treasures untold

How many wonders can one cavern hold?

Lookin' around here you'd think

Sure, he's got everything

I've got gadgets and gizmos aplenty

I've got whozits and whatzits galore

(You want thingamabobs?

I got twenty)

But who cares?

No big deal

I want more

I wanna be where the people are

I wanna see

Wanna see 'em dancin'

Walkin' around on those

(Whad'ya call 'em?) oh - feet

Flippin' your fins you don't get too far

Legs are required for jumpin', dancin'

Strollin' along down a

(What's that word again?) street

Up where they walk

Up where they run

Up where they stay all day in the sun

Wanderin' free

Wish I could be

Part of that world

What would I give

If I could live

Outta these waters?

What would I pay

To spend a day

Warm on the sand?

Betcha on land

They understand

Bet they don't reprimand their sons

Bright young men

Sick o' swimmin'

Ready to stand

And ready to know what the people know

Ask 'em my questions

And get some answers

What's a fire and why does it

(What's the word?) burn?

When's it my turn?

Wouldn't I love

Love to explore that shore above?

Out of the sea

Wish I could be

Part of that world"

Bobby has been struggling around, and he crashes down into a chest. As he digs out of the chest he gains Sam and Dean's attention.

"Bobby!"

Bobby has a ring on his claw and on his head, the ring on his claw flies off as he rages at Dean. "Dean – what, are you mad? How could you – what is all this?" he demands.

Dean looks sheepish. "It, err, it's just my – collection…"

Bobby calms down. Oh. I see. Your collection. Hmmm." For a second, Sam and Dean think he's cool about it, until Bobby pretty much explodes. "IF YOUR DAMN FATHER KNEW ABOUT THIS PLACE HE'D―"

"You're not gonna tell him, are you?" Sam pales.

Dean hurriedly tries to calm Bobby down. "Damn it, Bobby, you know he would never understand." He tries. "And you don't know how long I've worked to get all of this stuff, if Dad found out…" Dean worries his lip and Bobby softens.

"Look, kid, you're under a lot of pressure down here." Bobby sighs. "Come on, I'll take you home and I'll get you some whiskey." He says, and before Dean can answer a shadow passes overhead.

"What do you think that is…?" Dean wonders, pushing the boulder out of the way and swimming towards the surface.

"Dean? Dean!"

Dean ignores Bobby's calls and breaches the surface; he gasps. There are all kinds of light explosions in the air, and they're all different colors and make the loudest popping sounds. But they're beautiful and nothing like Dean has ever seen before. He barely notices when Bobby and Sam come up beside him. Sam looks on in amazement, and Dean quickly swims over to the ship.

"Dean, what – what are you― Jumpin' jellyfish! Dean, Dean! Come back!" Bobby calls, but Dean pays him no heed.

He catches onto the side of the ship and lifts himself up. He sees a bunch of humans laughing and dancing on the deck. He watches on in amazement. Suddenly, a hairy brown creature of some sort notices Dean and comes over. He barks and licks Dean's face. Dean laughs and he pets the creature.

Suddenly, there's a whistle and Dean ducks down. "Garth, here boy. Hey, come on, mutt, whatcha doing, huh Garth?" The creature bounds over to a handsome black-haired man. Dean peeks over and he looks stricken. That's the most handsome creature he's ever laid eyes on. Messy dark hair, blue eyes deeper than the sea, and a smile that makes him feel tingly all over. The brown creature jumps on the handsome god and the man laughs. "Good boy, Garth!" He starts blowing into something that looks like a snarfblat and Dean swears he's never heard a more beautiful sound.

There's a flutter of wings and Gabriel is perched next to Dean, in seagull form. "Hey there, Dean-o! Quite a show, eh?" He says.

Dean quickly shushes him. "Gabriel, be quiet! They'll hear you!" He warns.

"Oooh, I gotcha, I gotcha. We're being intrepidatious." He winks conspiratorially. "WE'RE OUT TO DISCOVER!" He starts squawking and Dean grabs his beak.

"Shut up!" He hisses, making Gabriel snicker, but Dean only looks back at the black-haired human. "I've never seen a human this close before," he mutters. "He's one of those gods that disguise themselves as men that Mom used to tell me about, isn't he? Humans aren't supposed to be that gorgeous," it's out of Dean's mouth before he can stop himself and for some reason, he's okay with that.

Gabriel looks at Garth. "I dunno, he looks kinda hairy and slobbery to me."

Dean smacks his forehead. "Not that one, you idiot! The one playing the snarfblat." Gabriel only smiles cheekily, reminding Dean that the man-turned-seagull has always had more knowledge than him but only likes to mess with him.

Suddenly, a handsome older man dressed fancy clothes walks out, some men dragging in a giant cloth-covered object behind him. "Quiet! All of you!" The man orders. "It is now my honor and privilege to present our esteemed Prince Castiel with a very special, very expensive, very large birthday present."

His name is Castiel… Cas, huh? Dean thinks to himself, and he flushes. Only a minute after seeing the guy and he's already got a nickname for him.

"Balthazar, you shouldn't have," Castiel blushes, and Dean wants to rip his hair out for the way his heart stuttered at the sound of the man's voice.

I am turning into a damn merchick! Dean thinks in dismay.

"I know, I know, but I wanted to. Happy birthday, Cassie!" Balthazar raises his arm and the cloth is pulled off to reveal a large, sexy statue of Castiel. The statue is only wearing a tight pants and leather straps cross his chest, swords strapped on his back. Dean will never admit it, but his mouth started watering at the sight of it.

Castiel looks amused. "Wow, Balthazar. It's really something…" he says.

Balthazar looks very proud of himself. "Yes, I commissioned it myself. Of course, I had hoped it would be a wedding present, but…" He looks at Castiel pointedly.

Castiel frowns. "Come on, Balthazar, don't start. You're still not upset that I didn't feel attracted to the prince of Glauerhaven, are you?"

Balthazar sighs. "Oh, Cassie, it isn't me alone. The entire kingdom wants to see you happily settled down with the right boy." He says.

Castiel walks over to the railing where Dean is and the merman quickly presses himself against the ship. "Well, he's out there somewhere. I just haven't found him yet," he says.

Balthazar walks over. "Well, perhaps you haven't been looking hard enough."

Castiel looks at him determinedly. "Believe me, Balthazar, when I find him I'll know, without a doubt. It'll just – bam! – hit me, like lightning."

They startle when lightning and thunder appear and the sky grows dark. The sea's turned into dangerous high-rising waves.

"Hurricane a'commin'! Stand fast! Secure the riggin'!" A sailor shouts.

Gabriel starts flapping his wings. "Whoa! The wind's all of a sudden on the move here." He squawks as he's blown away. "Dean!"

The ship crashes through storm, and a bolt of lightning strikes the deck and starts a fire. A giant rock looms ahead, jutting dangerously out of the water and straight in their path.

"Look out!" Castiel shouts, but it's too late and the ship crashes and everyone is thrown overboard except Garth. "Balthazar, hang on!" Castiel pulls him over when he sees Garth stranded on the ship. "Garth!" He swims back to the ship and climbs onto the deck. Garth is trapped behind the burning mast. "Jump, Garth! Come on boy, jump! You can do it!" Garth jumps and Castiel manages to get him off the ship but a burning piece of wood falls down in front of him before he can jump off too and becomes trapped on board.

"CASTIEL!" Balthazar screams when the ship explodes.

Meanwhile underwater, Dean sees Castiel sinking. He quickly swims over and grabs the drowning human. Castiel blearily opens his eyes when he feels arms around him, and he sees the most beautiful man he's ever laid eyes on. But before he can get a proper look at him, he falls unconscious.

Hold on, Cas. I'll get you to land. Dean thinks determinedly.

Dean managed to get Castiel to the beach in time, and he's now lying next to him. The droplets of ocean water and his own emerald scales are glinting off his tail in the sun, which is unconsciously twitching and swaying side to side. Dean sighs in relief when he sees Gabriel fly over, turning into a man when he hits the beach.

"Is he…dead?" Dean asks worriedly.

Gabriel opens Castiel's eyelid. "It's hard to say…" He puts his ear against Castiel's foot. "Oh, I–I can't make out a heartbeat." He gasps, and Dean's eyes widen. Gabriel chuckles, "I'm just messing with you. Look at his chest."

Dean's head whips down and he sees the rise and fall of Castiel's chest. "He's breathing," he breathes a sigh of relief. "He's so…perfect…" Dean says quietly.

Gabriel looks at Dean with empathy in his eyes. He knows what it's like to fall in love with another man that's not of his own species. Though, the antlers would make an interesting addition to their sex life, Gabriel decides. That is, when I finally manage to get a tail and the moose to realize that I do actually love him. He thinks, breaking out of his thoughts when he hears Dean's quiet tenor break the silence. He watches the other with eyes that have no judgment as Dean starts stroking Castiel's hair.

"What would I give

To live where you are?

What would I pay

To stay here beside you?

What would I do to see you

Smiling at me?

Where would we walk?

Where would we run?

If we could stay all day in the sun?

Just you and me

And I could be

Part of your world" he sings quietly and his heart clenches because he knows he'll never be able to have Castiel. Screw the fact that he's a man, but he's made Dean's heart revolve around him and he's got him wrapped around his pinky without even knowing about Dean's existence.

From afar, Bobby and Sam have washed up and are watching scene. Sam feels sorrow for his best friend, and Bobby grumbles as he realizes that Dean is definitely starting to fall hard. He's not upset that it's a human, no, he's upset because he knows it will never work between the Merman and the human. Dean will suffer greatly, and Bobby doesn't want to see that kind of pain in his surrogate nephew's eyes.

As Castiel starts to wake, Gabriel warns Dean when sees Garth and Balthazar from the distance. Gabriel quickly transforms and flies away as Dean hurries back into the water.

"Cassie! Oh, Cassie." Balthazar says in relief as Castiel sits up. "You really delight in these sadistic strains on my blood pressure, don't you? Despite what my bedded say, you know I'm getting on in age." Balthazar's words are chiding, but his tone is immensely relieved.

"A man rescued me…he was singing… He had the most beautiful voice…" Castiel whispers, enchanted when he remembers the beautiful man with the even more beautiful voice.

"Ah, Cassie, I think you've swallowed a bit too much seawater." Balthazar tuts. "Off we go," he helps Castiel up. Garth is staring out at the sea; he can still smell traces of Dean. "Come on, Garth!" Balthazar calls and Garth barks, following after his masters.

Behind the rocks, Bobby gets Dean's attention. "We just gotta forget this whole thing ever happened. John will never know. You won't tell him, I won't tell him. I will stay in one piece." He makes it clear and when Dean nods, they dive back under the water.

Dean sings to himself quietly.

"I don't know when

I don't know how

But I know something's starting right now

Watch and you'll see

Someday I'll be

Part of your world"

Growly and Biter appear from behind some rocks, and they chuckle.

Crowley cackles as he looks down into his boiling chamberpot, watching Dean swim back to the palace with the most lovesick look on his face.

"Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no. I can't stand it – it's too easy. The little biscuit is in love with a human. And not just any human – a prince! His daddy will love that. King John's headstrong, lovesick son will make a charming addition to my little garden…" Crowley smiles darkly.

Well I hope you guys liked it, and drop some reviews to let me know if this is any good and if anyone is actually interested in this :P Thanks, doves.

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