A/N sorry for the lack of consistentcy with updates. I haven't been feeling well mentally and I needed a bit of time to figure some stuff out I guess. I'm capping this story off at five chapters because I don't think there's much I can do after that. Anyways here's the next part. Edit: grammar issues fixed.

Chapter 4: Plastic Beach

The journey back to West England was more cumbersome than Murdoc had anticipated. The turns through the deep coral reefs and schools of jellyfish and sharks passing by seemed trivial in comparison to the real trouble ahead of them.

Murdoc picked up speed just as the submarine broke out of the water, as the coordinates flashing on Murdoc's viewfinder screen showed him that he'd reached his destination. Just as he looked through his pariscope to the surface, to see a swarm of familiar looking agents approaching him from a helicopter that flew just above their location.

"Oh bugger me," Murdoc grunted as he reluctantly opened the escape trunk door above him. As he went out to greet the unexpected visitors, Dean peaked out to see who it was.

A group of businessmen in black suits approached them and apprehended Murdoch. One of the men went up to Dean, while the others got inside the submarine to recover whatever was left. As Dean climbed out, a crane from above grabbed hold of the sub as it took the vehicle into custody.

"Who are you?" asked one of the agents, Dean looked startled at the appearance of these guys. They were like men in black, but had briefcases and treated the sickly green man as a business partner rather than how he thought of him, which he described as a 'pickle version of Keith Richards, with a washed up look and a raspy voice that sounded like his fathers but on quaaludes'.

"Agent Morrison, FBI. I was sent to find under the charge of uh kidnapping and insurance fraud" Dean said, as he took out his fake FBI badge. The agent before him let out an exasperated sigh, as he looked over at Murdoc being taken away by handcuffs into one of their black cars.

"Here's the number for Niccal's lawyer, we'll be taking him into custody in the meantime. Goodbye Agent Morrison" the agent left, as he handed him two small business cards.

Dean looked at the card briefly before he put it away into his pocket. It said "Sullivan & Rothman" and on the back had all of their information. The other card was the company card for NME, which Dean later realized is the name of a music company. Dean watched as Niccals and the agents left the area, Dean wondered what to do next. So, he did what Sam and him had always done. Find the nearest hotel, the easiest one to find in a phone book and wait for the other to find them. And maybe get wasted if the opportunity should arise.

Back inside Ol' Massive Dick, 2-D and Sam impatiently rested inside its large stomach. 2-D and his short attention span, took out his boredom on his electric keyboard. On his beloved Casio, 2-D came up with a song based on his time in his miniature little room back on Plastic Beach.

/To the dark, dark seas/ Comes the only whale/ watching ships go by/ it's the day we try/ it doesn't know/ it's a Casio on a Plastic Beach/

After a while, Sam got really fed up with this little concert that was happening a few feet away from him. Although, he rather enjoyed listening to 2-D's voice at first. That soft, somewhat raspy voice reminded him of a mix between Styx and Nirvana. But like everything else, it got annoying real quick.

"Hey man, just, stop please," Sam calmly said, even though he really wanted to shout at that moment. 2-D solemnly took his hands away from the keyboard and instead just sat there tapping his fingers on his jeans in silence.

"Where do ya fink we're gonna end up once this old bastard bites the dust? I'm kind of hoping for Beirut. I was there on vacation before this disaster," 2-D thought back to his time there, the calm breeze around six in the afternoon. His late night smoking breaks, where he used to sit there on the balcony sipping his tea and taking another drag of his cigarette. The nice food, the beautiful skies, the ancient buildings. The main thing he missed the most had been his nice little flat he rented out for his trip, a sweet little two story villa. His own space to relax, the only time he could remember where he for once wasn't surrounded by Murdoc and his abusive behaviour towards him. Ever since the accident, all he could ever see (well, sort of) was Murdoc.

Sam wasn't paying attention to 2-D, as he caught on to the fact that the poor guy got lost in thought a lot. So, he kept his response short,

"I don't know. I just hope we can find a decent motel," Sam said bluntly, on the inside though all he could think of was Dean. His older brother must be worried sick about him, he thought. Sam relied on Dean to lead him during their hunts. Dean would drive his beloved Impala, Sam would relax by the passengers seat. Dean would arrange a motel for them to stay in and on most occasions would pick up dinner for them, while Sam worked on his research.

Only this time, Sam was alone. Trapped inside this big whale, with a fellow prisoner that had a few screws loose and impared vision. Sam noticed something different though, 2-D's eyes looked different than before. Sam got a little closer to him, 2-D turned to him as he noticed him staring.

"Wha'?, 'ave I got somefing on my face?" 2-D touched his face, only to regret it as he got some of the gunk from Ol' Massive Dick's insides on his face, as he hadn't noticed he had his hand on the 'floor' for a while.

"Your eyes, they're not black anymore," Sam said, as he looked between each of 2-D's eyes. 2-D couldn't tell, so he just took Sam's word for it, he tried looking at his reflection from the small screen on his Casio but that didn't do anything.

"Huh, that 'appens sometimes. Muds says it just means the lights are on up here" 2-D gestured to his mind, "but no one's home" he finished his sentence.

"If you ask me he's the one without the lights on, jus' punch him in the face, 'is nose is the lightswitch," 2-D remarked with a snark, as good ol' pickle man was the reason he was in this whole mess, so he had full right to insult him as much as he wanted.

Sam laughed at his response, as he tried finding a comfortable place to sit and ultimately ended up just standing as he got grossed out by the innards around him. 2-D searched through his little cigarette box only to find one left.

"Ya wan' the last one?" 2-D asked as he held out the box to Sam, Sam thought about it for a moment.

Only to change his mind and take the offering from 2-D.

"How come you put up with that jerk? Why don't you just, I don't know, leave the band?" Sam asked 2-D, 2-D seemed prepared to answer this question. He tended to hear it a lot from friends outside of the band and from his family.

" I 'aven't got much else do I? I've tried leaving before, believe me, but after awhile it's jus' the new normal. Excep' this time. The bastard kidnapped me, and left me to rot in the basement. But at the same time, I've made some good friends. My mate Russ, and well Noodle," 2-D trailed off as he thought of the guitarist who was like a little sister to him. All he could think of when he thought of her was the night it all went wrong. 2-D signed, as tears slowly streamed down his face. Sam and 2-D sat in silence, as they awkwardly sat there inside the whale, while they continued to drift through the seas into the unknown unsure of when (sooner or later) they'll get out of this beast.