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Dean never thought this would be the outcome...that saving Sam...saving himself would end like this. He could feel the water swirling around his frame as a group of fish decided to twirl around him in a fun little game...they must have gotten used to him now. Despite what he was...what he was turned into it...it wasn't the new way his body was formed that bothered him – okay so maybe have your legs replaced by a fin bothered him a little - it was more the person who was holding him captive so he couldn't go back, so he couldn't change.

"Are you not happy Dean?"

The former hunter turned to the large glass that was opened up to a private basement, his capture was watching him in a large office like chair with black leather, he was holding a glass of bright champagne with a smile so seductive Dean felt chills. Rushing forward he knocked his hand on the glass, no use. The water was holding back any strength he had to break free. With a hard beat of his fin he slipped through the water with ease to try another section of the glass. All that came was a dull thump, barely strong enough to vibrate the glass...still his capture sat there and he watched him, those hungry eyes sickening Dean.

'Where's Sam!?' The Winchester wanted to scream he wanted to fight but he was still getting used to his new body, he wasn't sure how to talk under the water yet breathing was still a new thing too.

The man stood and walked closer his deep green eyes piercing right back into Dean's matching ones. He smirked with the face Dean knew all too well, peered at him with those eyes Dean's had wiped tears from, spoke with those lips the elder Winchester had begged to stop talking so many times before...he was using that body Dean had grown to know as Sam... Beating his hands on the glass Dean glared at his capture.

"Ah? Sammy? Well you see Dean...that's the big kicker...Sam isn't anywhere..." Pressing his hand to his chest he smirked. "...but right here. Sleep well my pet...I'll come see you tomorrow." Reaching across he flicked off the light that was positioned above the large tank. A set of dimly lit pot lights were positioned outside the tank shinning in. Dean could barely see the figure disappear into the light of the hallway. It had been three years since the deal had been broken...since Dean was changed into a creature he had yet to encounter and three years since Sam hadn't been the same.

Turning so his back faced the glass he beat his tail and made his way further into the tank, he wanted to hide from those peering eyes just hoping he could find some latch and pull it open, to pull himself out of this stupid tank and live above water...fat chance...he would die. He had no lungs only gills, he had no legs only a tail there were extra fins from his back and biceps his ears lengthened as well. Many times his capture had watched him and told him he look beautiful, like a god of the sea so strong but yet at the same time so fragile. That he looked innocent but stern a perfect addition to his tank. A perfect specimen to watch day in and day out.

His hair was long, but not by much, long enough that it he was out of water he could spike it long like he had a few times before. He wore the necklace Sam had given him but instead of hanging it floated around his neck. His fins and tail were a soft green almost turquoise colour with thin pieces that flowed behind him almost in an elegant manner. Despite the fact he was always told he was as beautiful as an angel fish he never felt that way...being a prisoner was always hard on someone.

Turning to look back at the empty room he swore he could have seen his brother the way he had used to be. He swore he had seen his Sammy...the hunter...the one that would be there to help him and save him...but there was nothing but the pitch blackness and those peering eyes embedded in Dean's vision.


Alright it's a new take on Supernatural with mermaids. I hadn't seen any of these stories so I decided to make one myself. This story is going to be more calm than anything. Let me know if I shall continue.