Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural. I do not own The Little Mermaid. I do not own Tarzan. I do not own Beauty and the Beast. A basic summary: I own NOTHING.
Dean had been abandoned. Castiel had been orphaned. Either way, they were both alone. Dean looked at the man as he ate the last piece of fruit he had. He was perched in a tree, looking down at the makeshift camp. He had the urge to take the man home. To keep him. Instead, when Castiel was looking in the other Direction, Dean slipped into the camp and sat on one of the crates. Castiel almost shouted in surprise but simply began staring at the green eyed man. "Hello." Castiel said. Dean said nothing. "I was wondering...could I...could I meet the monkeys?" He asked. Dean shrugged.
"Need fruit." He grumbled as he went off to get something. In a few minutes he'd returned with some fruit he pushed into Castiel's hands.
"What's this for?" Castiel asked.
"Make monkeys like you." Dean smirked as he shouted a monkey call. Soon enough three small monkeys were in the camp, eyeing Castiel. The blue eyed man smiled sweetly and offered the fruit to the closest one. The three retreated and Dean shook his head. He took the fruit, split it open, and then held it out. The monkeys slowly approached and soon were clinging to Dean's arm, enjoying the fruit. Castiel mimicked his actions, and soon enough the monkeys were clinging to his arm. Dean smiled and nodded. "Good." He smiled. "Monkeys like you."
"Thank you Dean." Castiel smiled up at the jungle man.