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Chapter 9. Problems. Deans Pov.

"Are you doing ok Dean?" Bobby asks, looking at me through what Sam called a rear view mirror. I nod my head then lean my forehead into the cold glass of the window.

I hate this! I hate having legs; I hate being human. When I was growing up I always wondered what legs were like but I never actually wanted to find out first hand. I feel trapped inside my own body like this and I've only had legs for about five hours! How can I live like this for three days?

"Dean do you want Bobby to pull over?" Sam asks from beside me, placing a gentle hand on my arm. "You're looking a little pale dude."

"I'm fine Sam; the faster you get me home the better I'll be." I close my eyes and think of the ocean water; of how it feels along my tail, along my skin, in my veins…

"Dean it's almost midnight." Bobby says several minutes later. "I'm gonna get us to a motel so we can get some rest."

"What's a motel?" I ask, never hearing the word before.

"It's a place where people who are traveling can stay." John explains from the front seat, and I open my eyes to look at him. "Are you feeling any better?" I shake my head.

"No, not really." Sadness flashes through his eyes.

"Well you're still a merman Dean, you're still affected by not being in salt water." Bobby explains. I lick my dry lips while wrapping my arms around my body.

"You cold?" Sam asks.

"Yeah." They put me in human clothes; boxers, sweatpants, t-shirt, and a jacket they told me but even after all of this I'm still freezing.

"Here" He takes of his jacket and wraps it around me. "This should help till we get to the motel."

"Why are we even stopping?" I ask.

"We all need to get some rest Dean, especially you. Don't worry, we'll drive longer tomorrow." John says. The car stops in front of a building and Bobby opens the door.

"Wait here." He gets out of the car and walks away.

"So this is a motel?" I ask and they nod. "It looks like shit if you ask me." They laugh and I cant help but chuckle.

"Yeah well we don't really go for all the fancy hotels with the room service and crazy shit like that." Sam explains with a laugh. Bobby comes back to the car a few minutes later and opens the trunk. "I guess our rooms close by." Sam gets out of the car and walks around to the other side to help me out. Once I'm standing up I take a hesitant step forward and when I don't fall down I look up.

"That's it Dean!" John exclaims with a huge smile on his face. I take a few more steps forward before my legs buckle under me and Sam catches me.

"Well that was better then before." I say once I'm standing again. John comes over the me and quickly pats me on the shoulder.

"You still did good son."

I feel uncomfortable around John. I know now that it wasn't him that actually tortured me but it was still his body that did it. I can see it in his eyes that he feel guilty about everything that he was forced to do and now that I know that he's actually my father everything has changed.

I always believed that my birth family was killed, I remember seeing them dying in my dreams and I always thought I was alone. Now that they are here and very much alive I don't really know what's real anymore.

"Just a second Dean." Bobby ways as he opens a red door with a number sixteen on it. Sam leads me to a bed and I drop down instantly.

"Are you nauseous?" John asks as he drops the bags onto the floor.

"A bit." I've been fighting the urge to throw up all day but it's gotten worse since I stood up a moment ago. Sam grabs a container from the floor and hands it to me.

"It's called a trash bin, if you feel like throwing up do it in there." He explains as he sits next to me and I cant help but lean into the warmth of his body. I bend over the trash bin and rock back and forth, closing my eyes to block out my surroundings. "Bobby he's getting worse."

"He'll do better with a good nights sleep in a be.." Bobby's voice is cut off by some loud ringing noise. "Who the hell is calling me at midnight?" he asks. "Hello?" I hear the door open and close again.

"What was that?" I ask when the nausea lets up a few minutes later.

"The thing that ringed is called a cell phone; people can call others from far distances." John says while taking the trash bin from my hands. He sets it back onto the ground and crouches down in front of me. "I am so sorry about all of this Dean." I sigh.

"You don't need to be sorry." The door opens again and Bobby comes back into the room looking pale. "Bobby?"

"Um that was Caleb." He says, his voice sounding odd. "You're not gonna like this one bit."

"What did he say Bobby?" John asks while standing up, crossing his arms over his chest.

" Caleb and a couple other hunters have been monitoring demonic activity for a while and in the last few days there have been a lot of electrical storms in all the cities along the coast." Johns expression goes hard.

"Are you telling me that the demons know we're trying to get Dean home?" Bobby nods.

"I don't know how the fuck they know but the bastards know that Dean took the legs potion."

"How do you know that?" Sam asks, sounding angry.

"Because all of the storms are in areas that take three or less days to get to from South Dakota."

Why is this happening? Before any of this shit started I never dealt with demons or any other supernatural being. Why now? What is so special about us that they are putting so much effort in to ruining our lives?

"God damn it!" John yells, hitting the wall with his fist.

"Bobby?" everyone looks at me, "you're saying that these demons are making it so we have to fight them?" he nods. "What the fuck are we supposed to do?"

"I honestly don't know son."

END OF CHAPTER 9! Dun dun dun cliff hanger! What do you guys think will happen next? So what do you guys think? Like it? Hate it? Let me know!