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The Supernatural characters belong to Kripke Enterprises and the CW, not me. No money is being made from this story. It is for entertainment only.

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By the Deep Blue Sea

Chapter 8 – A New Raid

From Chapter 7

The thin, studious Paul sat in the sand and threw pebbles in the ocean. He loved the outdoors and went into environmental law with the only fire ever kindled in his shy soul. The introduction to Sam and Dean shook his world. He saw in Dean everything free and wild that entranced him about nature. Sam was different. He was the movement of glaciers, the slow growth of maintains, the movement of tectonic plates under the land. In other words, Paul was rapidly falling in love with the natural world all over again. He would defend them with his last breath.

As the sun began to sink down to the horizon and take on the appearance of a great golden ball rolling along the rim of the world the two mermen shed their clothes and tucked them away in their bags. Now two naked statues, limed by the setting sun in robes of glistening light walked into the water at the edge of their world and dove into the crashing surf.

Paul watched the magic transformation as the men formed glittering silver tales just before disappearing under the waves.

Chapter 8

The brothers hit the water just at sunset and swiftly moved away from the land. Dean swam on in the lead sinuously winding his way through the clouded water. Sam followed behind, remembering the colors dancing on the Assyrian's tail. Dry land was proving to be an interesting place for the brothers. Perhaps, Sam thought, just a little too interesting for an over sexed merman. He knew that Dean was likely to cut quite a path through the female human population once he had the opportunity.

Paul Kenny had driven them pretty far into Malibu and the Channel Islands and their sea cave were not that far away. Even with the failing light the brothers could make good time and be home quickly. If they elected to increase their energy output they could get up to ten or so miles an hour with occasional bursts of close to twenty. In the dark waters, under the midnight skies they would have to keep a sharp eye out for the constantly trolling sharks. The further from the shore they got, the larger the sharks would get.

They had not seen Orcas in the water lately but there was no reason to be careless. Killer whales could mistake their outlines for that of larger than normal harbor seals, one of the Killers' favorite menu items. It was too late to slap an Orca on the nose when your tail was impaled on those teeth. Orcas were rare in these waters but there was nothing more feared. The Arctic waters were their favored killing grounds. They had even been known to beach themselves on icy shores pursuing their prey onto the land successfully and then sliding back into the waves.

The brothers swam on, startling sleeping groups of fish. Finally the waters were beginning to clear, indicating that they were approaching the islands. Two ocean currents met at the northern end of the Channel Islands, creating a nutrient rich soup for ocean life. They even saw in the distance a sleeping group of migrating whales, the giant bodies suspended vertically in the water, at least one moving upwards to breathe while the rest remained still in the softly rocking water.

Sam looked forward to reaching their own bed. It had been a long day, full of unusual adventure. They had been fascinated by every passing view in their walk from the pier up Santa Monica Boulevard to the lawyer's office. People chattering, cars rushing about, smells that were completely foreign and, most of all, no water.

The larger Mere noticed that Dean appeared to be slowing down and Sam swam up closer to his brother. Dean was obviously exhausted and appeared to be dozing off in the water. Sam swam under and allowed his brother to rest on his back as the smaller Mere was half asleep already.

"Come on Dean," Sam chittered, his clicks and vocalizations bouncing through the water. "Try to help. At least wave that fancy tail of yours and give me a little extra push. I'll get you home as soon as I can."

Sam swam on in the dark water, with his brother's arm flung loosely around his neck. He kept guard; watching for large, dark moving bodies in the water. Mere blood in the water was as good chum as any other ocean creature.

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A few hours before dawn Sam arrived at their tunnel entrance to the sea cave. Dean rested on the larger Mere's back, sound asleep. Sam tried initially to wake his brother gently by shaking and vocalizing deep in his chest but Dean, the ocean's version of a warm furry mammal, fought against being disturbed. Finally Sam simply flipped over and dumped his brother off his back.

Dean flailed and spun in the water, resenting the loss of his warm bed. Finally aware he followed Sam through the tunnel. Both sleek heads popped up through the water inside and they climbed onto the rock shelf. Dean was still yawning from his abrupt awakening and Sam was shaking and exhausted from the long swim with his brother on his back, consistently on the alert for dangers hidden in the dark.

Grabbing one of the soft towels they kept near the rock shelf Sam rubbed himself dry on his way to their bed. Once there he threw himself down and rolled up in a warm silky fur. A few moments later he felt Dean hit the bed beside him and elected to ignore his brother as he sank deeper into sleep.

The last thin hours of the night crept past and the brothers slept peacefully. Dean had worked his way under Sam's chin and Sam's arm was wrapped snugly around Dean's back, holding him close.

Neither merman moved until the morning sunlight punched its way through the cave's hidden skylights far above. As the sunbeams crawled along the floor and then up over onto the bed, Dean woke and yawned. He happened to have landed directly in the sun's path and now he was being roused like every other animal that slept in the dark and lived in the light. His wide green eyes fell on Sam's sleeping face and Dean raised a hand to trace his brother's lips.

Sam twitched his nose, trying to scare off whatever was tickling his lips and Dean leaned up and forward, planting a kiss on Sam's surprised mouth. It was the work of a minute for him to burrow his way into Sam's comfortable wrapping and discover naked skin at the center.

Sam pushed at Dean's invading hands and laughed as Dean's tongue followed, licking and tasting and teasing at Sam's skin. The older brother was obviously up for some morning delight and knew exactly where to find it.

Dean tugged at Sam's covers and soon had his brother laid out naked before him. Sam settled comfortably and folded his arms under his head. "See something you want?" he teased.

Dean pleasured himself against Sam's body, rubbing his morning erection against Sam's semi hard cock. "Come on, Sam." Dean pleaded. "You know I want some."

"You woke me up, you dug me out of my nice warm covers," Sam felt Dean's hands grab at his hips. "I think you need to do the work. Get on and ride, Dean."

Dean tugged at Sam's arms. "Come on, you lazy bastard." he growled.

Sam grinned at Dean's frustration. "Me, a lazy bastard? Who exactly hauled your sleeping ass over twenty miles of ocean last night? I deserve a little service in return. I said get on and ride. Now do it. I want to watch you. Give me a nice show, pretty boy."

Grumbling about spoiled baby brothers Dean reached over to the side table and popped the lid on a container of oil they kept there. Sinking his fingers into the thick, slippery oil he drew back and slicked up Sam's now interested cock. Rubbing and fisting Sam's dick Dean made sure to run a fingernail up the thick vein on the underside, one of Sam's favorite moves. Gathering up more oil Dean reached back between his ass cheeks and slicked the way. He wanted a nice, smooth path for Sam's cock. Finally he penetrated his own entrance and began to stretch his channel in preparation for a nice ride.

"Are you done primping yet, princess?" Sam said getting tired of waiting.

"If you want to help," Dean replied bent over backwards with his fingers inside his passage and his eyes closed. "Feel free to jump in at any time."

Sam reached up, pinched a dusky nipple with one hand and transferred some of the lubricant from his own dripping cock to Dean's. Sam pumped Dean and played with the captured nipple until the nub was rigid . He then switched to the other side to work up a matched set. He never let go of Dean's dick and watched his brother writhe in pleasure while sitting top of his body. Dean's ass was rubbing Sam in all the best places..

Dean was moaning and panting. Sam moved both hands to his brother hips and lifted them up.

"Get ready, big brother." he hissed. "Here I come."

Dean removed his hand from his ass and reached for Sam's dick. It slid easily on Dean's oiled body and caught on his rim. Sam pressed in, Dean helped guide and then Dean sank down slowly on Sam's dick; moaning all the way down. When he was finally seated completely and filled he leaned forward and rested his forehead on Sam's chest.

Sam grabbed Dean's cheeks; his large hands nicely filled with firm flesh and started pounding. Dean slid forward on Sam's slicked body with every thrust, finally arriving at Sam's lips. They kissed like it was more essential than breath; hard, sloppy and hot.

Sam arced and pulsed, Dean held on to Sam's shoulders and did his best to thrust back but he was losing this battle and Sam had him completely under control.

The larger Mere finally wrapped his arms around his brother and flipped them so that Dean was on his back. Sam rolled his ass up and Dean locked his ankles around Sam's waist. He was barely holding on, completely dominated and submissive. Sam rode the smaller Mere, driving into his brother's body as far and as hard as it was possible to go.

Dean climaxed from an overload of sensation and Sam didn't even slow down. He battered through his brother's climax, sliding even faster in the new lubricant trapped between their bodies. When Sam hit his climax he picked his brother up off the bed and held him tightly, so that Dean was fully seated on Sam's cock. Dean could feel every twitch, every throb of the dick inside him and the hot fluid that bathed his passage.

Finally Sam came down from whatever planet he was orbiting and let Dean drop back on the bed. Sam also fell forward and braced himself with an arm on either side of Dean's head. He leaned down and demanded another harsh kiss then set back.

"Was that want you wanted, big brother?"

Dean put a foot on Sam's belly and pushed. "That was exactly what I wanted and you know it."

Sam laughed as he got off the bed and stood up. Holding a hand out to Dean he said, "Come on, and let's see if you can walk."

Dean rolled over on his side away from Sam and curled up. "Go away. I'll get up when I'm sure I can feel my legs again."

Sam laughed and smacked Dean's naked ass then threw a fur blanket over his lover.

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Detective Gabriel Wing stood on the beach, watching the sun go down. He knew he was becoming obsessed. He was spending so much time on the Malibu beaches at night that he had to take up night fishing as a cover. Night fishing was hard and dangerous and unless Ethan House elected to come out with him, a lonely business.

Gabriel was focused on the men in the water. He still refused to believe what he had seen floating beside the breakwater. There was no room in the Detective's world for mythical creatures. Mermen or mermaids or mere anything didn't exist. They couldn't. No matter what he thought he saw, these were just a couple of thieves who had discovered a clever get-away trick.

None of the house robberies had been solved. None of the stolen items had turned up in any of the usual places like pawn shops. None of Gabriel's informants had seen the swag on the street. Gabriel was getting beyond frustrated and was seriously considering giving into the pressure and hunting for a job in another City.

He knew his superiors would never let him back out on the streets, not as long as Naomi Ryder had the final say on his assignments. He knew they wanted him out of town and out of their hair. He wondered if they would give him a recommendation to another police chief or it they hated him enough to poison the waters so that he couldn't get anything in law enforcement. He figured it could go either way.

Even his stubbornness had limits however and he had been out here beside the ocean so many nights that people were beginning to talk. This was going to be one of the last nights. Behind him was a house with softly glowing picture windows throwing light out on to the sands. He had seen the woman decked out in jewels come back home from a widely publicized Hollywood party. Her husband, a producer, went to all the best parties and wore the woman like an accessory. He dressed her in all the symbols of success just as she herself was a symbol of his success. Gabriel knew the jewels would go back to the bank in the morning.

If his ocean robbers were going to strike, it would be tonight. Gabriel was out here alone. If had been more than a month since the last robbery and the house was depending on enhanced police patrols and private security to keep them safe. The rent-a-cops knew Gabriel was out on the sands and they didn't bother him. They shared gossip with the patrol officers and everyone seemed to agree that Gabriel Wing had a bee in his bonnet.

It was three in the morning and Gabriel was pretending to be asleep when he heard a splashing in the water. As he watched under his lashes a form came out of the ocean. He tensed up and barely turned his head as the man strolled naked out of the surf and towards the producer's house. A thrill ran along Wing's nerves. He was right and now everyone was going to know it.

He was so jazzed at his long wait coming to an end that he overlooked something important. There was only one man, not two. As he slowly stood up the man disappeared under the house and melted away like a shadow cast by the moon. Gabriel held his breath and listened, straining to hear where his suspect had gone. After a minute he did hear a click that might have been a lock breaking, followed by a soft sliding noise. He was pretty sure the man was in the house. He stepped forward and drew his gun, ready to alert the security guards to the intruder's presence when a hushed voice caressed his ear and strong arms wrapped around his body.

"Silly man." Someone said and in the next minute he was thrown into the surf. He didn't even have time to yell before his head was pushed under the water and strong hands were grappling for his gun. All his training had allowed him to hold on to that gun, first and foremost, although for a fraction of a second he considered whether or not if could fire under water.

It didn't matter; the gun was knocked away and spiraled down in to the sand, lost. The strong arms wrapped around him dragged him further out in the water. He fought to loosen the hold. His air was running out and he kicked desperately. In a minute though the arms let go and he fled upwards toward the light of the moon.

When his head broke water he found himself much further out from the shore that he should have been. Something had dragged him along with impressive speed. He was allowed a few deep breaths and then he felt the hands again. This time they were wrapped around his legs and he was dragged back down under water. He didn't even have time to holler for help.

This time there was no release. The arms dragged him deeper and deeper and the light of the moon disappeared. He knew he was going to die and his last thought was that he didn't even know what was killing him.

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Someone turned his head to the side and salty ocean water poured out of his mouth. He was lying on a slanted pile of rocks but he was out of the hated ocean. As he got control of his breath back he flopped over on his back and again laid eyes on the moon. It was the most beautiful thing he had even seen.

He started to cough harshly and small dribbles of water ran down his chin. He sat up and looked around. He was back on that damn stone breakwater, far from the producer's house.

There was a head looking at him from the water and he tried to focus on the face. This guy had come close to killing him he wanted to be able to identify the bastard.

"You don't learn easy, do you?" the man in the water said.

Gabriel tried to stand up but his legs just weren't ready.

The man in the water laughed. "Sit on your ass. You need to rest. Soon enough you will be able to walk away." The head in the water suddenly slipped back swiftly enough to raise a small wake from its passage. Then it moved forward again, smoothly and quickly. long hair trailing behind. Gabriel didn't even see the guy's arms move.

"What was I supposed to learn from you?" the Detective gritted out from between his clenched teeth.

The man in the water laughed at him and then the two strong arms that Gabriel remembered wrestling him down under the water were braced against the rocks. With a heave the man lifted his body out of the water and, just as Gabriel feared, what appeared was a long, silver tale decorated with black lines and patterns on the tail flukes.

"I'm hallucinating," Gabriel muttered.

"Whatever makes you happy." the fish man said. "We only take what these creatures have stolen already from the land and, more importantly, from the sea. We are not your legitimate prey and if you don't want to become ours I'm telling you to stay away. Stop haunting the shore. Keep away from the water. The next time I see you up close I'll show you the bottom of the ocean. That is what you needed to learn."

The fish man leaned closer to Gabriel. For just a moment Gabriel believed he saw shifting bands of brilliant gold pass over the creature's tail and through his eyes. "What is your name, human?"

"My name is Gabriel Wing." The Detective replied. "What's your name, fish-man?"

The creature drew back. "You are a fool. Names have power and you have just given me yours. I am not a fish. I eat fish. I am a Mere. Remember what you have learned here, Gabriel Wing. "

With that warning the creature slid back into the water and dived. In another moment Gabriel was alone with the moon and a gently rolling ocean. He was faced with a long cold walk back to the road.