NOTE: Here's chapter two of Undead Underwater, thanks for those who have read so far and remember, Reviews make me write faster! Comments welcome!

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CH2-Conversations

IT had taken two days before Dean was fully capable of moving from the small pool in the back of, what turned out to be a rundown acreage. As much as he didn't want to learn how to function the way he was now, he realized that if he was ever going to get somewhere and either gank himself or have someone do it for him, it would be hard to do when he couldn't leave the water. The guy who owned the small trailer and the pond it was sitting on had introduced himself as Benny Lafitte. He knew about Mer, but claimed he himself wasn't a hunter. Said that even if he was he wouldn't hunt Mer since they usually left people alone.
The two had sat down and tried to piece together why the Mer that had taken Dean had done so. If they had truly thought that they were doing Dean a favor, that his human life was horrible enough that he would welcome the change, then they were just following their usual patterns. Dean worried that they were now just forcibly changing humans at will and what that would mean for the people in the area, especially single men and women that would be easy prey in New Orleans.
It was four days after Dean had crashed into Benny's arms that Dean finally got around to being able to walk more than fifty feet on his own. learning to walk again was something he didn't think he'd have to do, and he thanked the God he didn't believe in that it wasn't as hard as he thought it would be. Dean still hadn't managed to get back the clothes that he was wearing when Benny found him, or his gun...he figured Benny had an idea of what Dean was planning on doing with himself. Benny was also the only reason that Dean hadn't gotten the hell outta dodge, he figured he kind of owed it to the guy to stick around, especially since Benny had started the tendency of hovering over him like a worried mother hen.

Benny, on the other hand, was trying to figure out how to tell a shaken kid, a hunter turned mer no less, that he was Benny's mate. It was something he hadn't been sure about, but with the days going by and the scent of Dean getting stronger around his property, he couldn't fool himself any longer. The scent was of rain soaked earth, mixed with smoke and oil. It really shouldn't seem the best of smells, but Benny couldn't get enough. It was the real reason why he kept Dean's clothes to himself...well, that and he liked seeing the kid in his slightly too big shirts. The next big problem was to tell the kid-hunter that he wasn't human, but a vampire. He figured if he didn't immediately get his head chopped off, he was going to be doing pretty good. Now he just needed to actually convince himself to do so. It wasn't going to be easy, but neither was keeping the secret from Dean much longer, the kid probably already thought something was off about him. Guess he'd just have to bite the bullet...so to speak...
When Benny looked outside, Dean was sitting on a lawn chair at the edge of the pond, looking like he was trying to decide if he could still drown himself as a mer. Benny was going to have his work cut out for him if he was going to save the kid and show him that they were mates. First step, Benny thought, finding out Dean's last name. He'd only told Benny his first name and had remained rather close-lipped about the subject of family. Benny pulled out two beers, taking care to note which one he laced with blood, and carried them outside to Dean.
"Care fer a drink?" He asked, tilting the bottle with the cap still on.
Dean just shrugged, reached out a hand for the cold bottle and used his heavy silver ring to pop the cap off. Benny waited until Dean had taken a healthy swallow before he continued.
"Now I know you haven't been the most open chere", he started, "But I wanna know a little more bout you and how you came to be hear-bouts."
Dean didn't answer for a long moment, just took another swig of his beer. It wasn't until Benny had almost given up, that Dean finally cleared his throat.
"I was trying to keep myself busy. Just finished a God-damned hunt, Ganked a freaking voodoo priest and thought that I could meet back up with my Dad. Especially since he was the one to send me on the hunt in the first place. Guess I didn't rate high enough. Couldn't even answer the damned phone." Dean chugged the last half of his beer, turned to face Benny and the rest seemed to spill out of him. Like all he was waiting for was a sympathetic ear.
"First my little brother takes off. Fine. He wants to be done with this family, I won't bother him. He feels embarrassed enough that he won't answer my calls, then I won't call him any more. But then Dad takes off. First it was 'Don't worry there's just a hunt a ways away and you're doin' fine on this one.' Then it's text messages with coordinates, didn't even hear the bastard's voice for this hunt. Just numbers in a God-damned text."
Benny is nodding along, thinking that he now knew why Dean was upset enough to garner the attention of the Mer, but still didn't know about Dean as a person.
"Thought family would mean more to Dad, but I guess even the great John Winchester thought a freakin' mission was more important than family."
Benny felt his blood run cold. John Winchester. The kid's dad was John Winchester, that meant that he was a Winchester. How the Hell was he supposed to mention anything now?