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Sam turned around slowly as if he was afraid. It was a different kind of fear, not that he was afraid of what I would become, but that he would have to do something about it.

Dean opened his eyes and immediately rolled them. "You're a mermaid? And here I was hoping for ancient sea demon or something like that."

I flipped my green tail over the side of the tub, "What? I told you I wasn't human, and that I wasn't dangerous. What else were you expecting?" Relief washed over me. They bought it. Now I really had to sell the innocent act if my plan was going to work. I had been thinking it over since the long car ride, and I figure if I am stuck with these Winchesters for a while, I might as well use them to my advantage. Besides, the ball was in my court now that I was in water.

Sam stepped up closer to me, eyeing me all over again. "So, are you a mermaid? Or a siren? Or some other creature with a mermaid tail?"

I looked him straight in the eyes and smirked a little, for some reason when I transformed it made me much more confident than I was in my human form. I scoffed, "A siren? As in perch myself on a rock and lure sailors to their death with my beautiful harmonies type of siren?"

"No, the siren that blares on top of cop cars." Dean's voice was dripping with sarcasm.

It was my turn to roll my eyes, "No, I am definitely not a siren. They are much uglier creatures than I. Not even distant relatives. I wouldn't stoop to their level of evil. No. I am a mermaid. Who do you think the Little Mermaid was inspired by?" Okay, not my best lie. But come on, the green eyes and tail and auburn hair, all I was missing was a fork and the musical. Hopefully I could get tweedle-dee and tweedle-dum to go along with it.

"So, does the tail come with the shell bra or did Disney just add that for fun?" Dean raised an eyebrow and tilted his head towards me, and I realized he might actually be trying to flirt with me. Or maybe he was still being sarcastic? It's hard to tell sometimes where Dean's sarcasm begins and his charm ends.

"Ha-ha very funny." I mocked back at him.

"You're the little mermaid? Really?" Sam interjected, his voice filled with skepticism.

"Yeah. I mean look at me. You see the similarities, right?"

I tried to distract them by reaching up and feeling my shoulder. I slowly peeled off the bandage, gritting my teeth as the adhesive tore away my little arm hairs. If I could just get one of them to touch me while I was in this form, then I was sure I could follow through with my plan.

The distraction worked and Sam noticed what I was doing. His eyes widened, "You're healed! That's amazing. Does that only happen in the water?" He came closer as he spoke, but Dean put his arm out and stopped him.

"Sammy." It was all the warning Sam needed. He nodded before shrugging Dean's arm off.

He knelt on one knee by the tub. "May I see?" Sam asked as he reached out towards my shoulder.

I nodded, pretending to be shy when really my heart was leaping for joy. He moved the short t-shirt sleeve up so he could examine what was once a bullet wound that was now pale smooth skin. "Yes, I have healing powers, but it only works when I am in my mermaid form." He rubbed where the bullet wound used to be with his thumb as I spoke, his attention zeroed in on it.

I took my other hand and placed it on his. It was only a moment of contact, but it was all I needed. I am not even sure he noticed because he just looked up and said, "Amazing. Not even a scar."

"Are you going to keep oogling over her magical healing powers or are we going to get down to business?" Dean danced his figures about in the air as he over-dramatized the word 'magical.'

Sam looked up at his brother, a mixture of annoyance and amusement painted across his face. He silently got up from his knee and took his place at his much shorter older brother's side.

"Get down to business? What is that supposed to mean? I did everything on my end, now you guys have to let me go." It honestly wasn't what I wanted, but I just had to make them believe the innocent act for as long as possible.

"We need to know why hunters have been chasing you. No offense, but from our experience there is always more to the supernatural than just being a fish out of water." Sam smiled at his own joke and looked at both of us to see if we caught on, then looked embarrassed when I gave him a small smile. Good. It was already working.

"Yeah, and if hunters were chasing you it means that you're dangerous." Dean stated in a matter of fact way.

My mind was racing, trying to choose between which lies to try and sell, "I know hunters were chasing me. But it wasn't because I am dangerous. It's because I have healing capabilities." Okay. Half-truth. That should be convincing enough.

"That shouldn't be enough for hunters to chase you. What aren't you telling us?" Dean commanded, his voice deepening in a threatening way.

I tried to look shocked and offended, "I am telling you the truth Dean!" I paused, and made another hurt expression. Sam looked at me with his puppy-dog brown eyes, and I knew I had him. "Besides, you didn't let me finish. The hunters want my scales because they have healing capabilities."

Dean didn't seem satisfied, "Explain."

"Well, if anyone takes one of my scales and puts it on a wound and pours water over it, then it will be healed. No scars. No infection. No cancer. Completely healed. That's why they are chasing me. It's for their own personal gain. I guess not every hunter is as self-righteous as you claim to be." I regretted it as soon as I said it, but there it was.

Dean glared at me intensely and I thought he might try and kill me right then and there, but instead he just cocked his head and said, "Alright prove it." Then he took his knife out and sliced his arm deeply. The blood began to run down the length of his forearm.

"What are you doing?" Sam tried to stop his brother, but it was too late.

Dean took a few steps towards me and jerked his arm at me, "Here. Heal me with your magical powers. Prove to me you are what you say you are, you little green eyed freak."

I maintained eye contact a while with him, searching through all of the layers of hate that Dean was displaying in his ever-paling face.

"Do something." Sam yelled at me, fear for his brother trumping any control I was beginning to have over him.

"Do you have a knife?" I looked up at Sam, my face softening.

Sam immediately grabbed one from inside his plaid shirt and handed it to me. I took it and went to work on one of my bright green iridescent scales. It was painful, but eventually I was able to work it off. I took it in my hand and was about to place it on Dean's waiting arm when he suddenly started to fall over towards the tub.

Luck was on our side, because Sam was right by him and caught Dean before he could join me unceremoniously in the tub. Sam guided him down next to the tub, keeping his arm so I could put the scale on him. I placed the scale directly on the cut and began cupping water onto Dean's arm with me other hand.

It instantly did its job and Dean's arm sowed itself back together.

Sam looked up at me with deep-seeded gratitude in his eyes, "Thank you."

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