Disclaimer: I do not own these characters- they belong to Eric Kripke and I wouldn't have it any other way!

Summary: Dean tries to break the news to his father that Sammy isn't interested in carrying on the family business. John handles it like an ex-Marine would, and Dean storms off to the shores to cool down after the heated debate. There, he is entranced by a water succubus. Will his father realize what happened before it's too late?

Tag to "After School Special." Dean is 17 and Sam is 13.

Dean strode angrily down towards the small beach area behind the motel, filled with enough frustration to make him want to strike out at something. His cheek was still throbbing to the rapid beat of his heart, but it hurt more to know that it was caused by his father; his idol. Worse than that, he had failed his little brother in the worst way. There was no chance their father would let Sam go off and do his own thing now.

He knew he needed to calm down. He had been taught at a very young age that it was dangerous to let your emotions get the better of you. He had to keep himself in check or he would be more susceptible to both normal and paranormal attacks. Since he was unarmed and his cell phone was back at the motel, he couldn't afford to run into either form.

When he knew he was far enough away from the motel that John wouldn't follow him, Dean spun around, trying to figure out what he was going to do now. He wanted to find the nearest bar and pick a fight with the local drunk just to vent, but he knew he couldn't worry Sammy like that. Without having any way of being reached, he had to stay close to the motel.

He debated on sitting in the sand for a while and listening to the gentle waves rolling up and down the shore just feet away, but he was still too riled up to sit. He began pacing the abandoned beach, reciting lyrics to his favorite classic rock songs as he went. It gave him something else to focus on and helped him down from his adrenaline high.

After about three songs, the rhythmic waves and peaceful surroundings calmed him. He sighed deeply, then finally gave in and sat down with his back against a large rock. He absently massaged his cheek before wrapping his arms around his knees.

He hadn't realized it before, but the night was far from warm. A strong breeze made him shiver and pull his limbs in tighter to his body to conserve body heat. He wished he had thought to grab his jacket on the way out the door. It was only about forty degrees now that the sun had set, and his thin white t-shirt was doing little to protect him from the chill.

The stubborn Winchester streak kept him from doubling back for shelter though. He needed to be alone right now.

**********

Bobby pulled his cell phone from his pocket and pressed the speed dial button for John Winchester, shooting Sam a side-ways look of unease.

Sam waited with bated breath in the passenger seat.

The phone seemed to ring endlessly before going to voicemail.

He slammed the phone shut and stepped on the gas a bit harder.

**********

Dean allowed his eyes to drift shut and he let his mind go blank, focusing on nothing but the sounds around him and controlling his ragged breathing. That's when he realized there was a soft voice floating on the wind.

It was the most relaxing voice he had ever heard. It reminded him a lot of his mother when she used to sing him to sleep at night. He opened his eyes and sat up straighter, glancing around to catch a glimpse of this musical goddess.

He gazed up and down the shore until his eyes landed on a beautiful brunette with deep chocolate eyes and pale skin. She seemed to be floating along the water's edge. So much so, that Dean found himself wondering if she was a spirit or even a mirage.

The flowing and ebbing waves enveloped her bare feet before pulling back as though they had committed a horrible sin by daring to touch her. She glanced out at the stars and crescent moon reflecting in the obsidian surface before turning and gazing deeply into Dean's eyes from across the sand. He swallowed hard, forgetting how to breathe.

She beckoned for him to join her at the edge, her voice still lulling him into complete submission.

He stood slowly, no longer feeling the bite of the cold; the fight from earlier long forgotten.

She waited patiently for him to make his way over the sand to meet her. He stopped a few feet away, his hunter instincts lying just beneath the surface. He could feel them nagging at him, telling him to flee in the other direction or yell for backup, but he pushed the feelings back down. There was no way he was going to run away from the prettiest woman he had ever seen just because she had an instant effect on him. In fact, he was pretty sure it was love at first sight.

This woman, clad in a thin, form-fitting knee-length black dress, was not a one-night-stand kind of girl. She was the kind of girl you brought home, married, and lived the rest of your life with. She was everything he wanted and could never have.

His eyes dropped to the sand as soon as this realization hit him. What had he been thinking? Happily ever after was for normal people, not hunters.

He jumped when a perfectly manicured, yet ice cold, hand reached out and gently lifted his chin.

"Don't be sad, handsome," she said softly, just loud enough to be heard over the waves. She moved closer until she was able to whisper in his ear. "You can have me if you want."

"Wh-what…?" Dean stumbled back a step, looking like an unsuspecting virgin on prom night. Wow, real smooth, dude…

**********

Sam came racing through the motel door, Bobby right on his heals, to find John sitting at the kitchen table alone with his head buried in his hands.

"…Dad?"

John didn't even twitch.

"John!" Bobby barked, making the other man lift his head in order to scowl back. "Where's Dean?"

"He left," John mumbled, void of all emotion.

"He what?" Bobby could already tell he wasn't going to like this one bit.

"He's gone, okay?! Took off 'bout half an hour ago."

"Damn it, John… What the hell did you do?!"

**********

"There is no one else here, baby. Just you and me underneath the stars. The night is ours and ours alone." She slowly traced her fingertips across his cheeks, dancing along the scattered freckles that made him look years younger than he was.

"I… I…" Dean swallowed hard again. What the hell was his problem?! He had been a lady's man since the age of eleven. For some reason, all his confidence had gone out the window the second he heard her melodious voice. Something about that was sending up red flags in his head but he couldn't seem to get them into a coherent thought.

"Shh… You don't have to say anything. Just let your hands do the talking…" She reached out and gently grasped his right wrist, pulling him closer towards her. She smiled warmly and chuckled at his wide-eyed, lost little boy face. "Don't be afraid, you're safe with me."

Admittedly, he put up very little resistance. She placed his hand on her waist, drawing him in even closer, and placed her own hand against his heart which was frantically beating out of his chest. Once again, he felt the piercing cold of her skin and he shuddered. It felt like she was as cold as the water must be.

It helped shake him a bit out of his stupor. He glanced down at her meager wardrobe and concern took over for his libido. "You must be freezin' out here! I'd've offered you my jacket if I had thought to…"

A finger to his lips stopped him mid-sentence. He hissed in pain when a sharp burning sensation suddenly tore through his chest, emanating from her other hand. "No more talking, hunter. It's time to go."

**********

"I didn't mean to, alright? It was an accident!" John defended after his brief explanation of what took place earlier that night. He started wondering if he was going to have to physically defend himself once he saw the look of pure anger on Bobby's face.

"Do you have any idea what you've done?! You mean everythin' to that boy! He looks up to you for reasons I've yet to understand, and you go and do this?!"

John stood furiously. "I said it was a goddamn accident, okay?! I didn't realize he was that close!"

"DAD!" Sam shouted over the two bickering men, trying to get their attention. He would deal with his father later, but right now his only concern was Dean. "Any idea where he went?"

"No clue. But he made it pretty damn evident he didn't want me to follow."

"Well that's a given... Was he armed? Do you think he'd hit up a bar or pick a fight somewhere? Did he have his cell on him?" Bobby grilled.

"I. Don't. Know! Okay?!"

"No, it damn well isn't okay, John!"

"He doesn't have his cell," Sam stated quietly, drawing the attention of the squabbling men again.

"How do you know?" John questioned with a raised eyebrow.

"Cause this boy actually gives a damn about his brother and happens to know him pretty damn well, that's why!" Bobby responded for the youngest Winchester.

"I know cause his jacket is over there and he had his cell in the top left pocket. He can be hot-headed sometimes, but he isn't stupid, Bobby. He would have realized he didn't have his cell, so he would've stayed close, even if it was the last thing he wanted to do."

"Alright, John, keep your ass right where it is. I ain't finished with you yet. Sam and I are gonna try to track him down. You best be workin' out an apology for when we get back cause if you've managed to screw your eldest son up more than he already was, I'm gonna blow your head off, bring ya back to life, and do it again. Let's go, Sam."

"Yes, sir." Sam refused to make eye contact with his father as he made his way back towards the door. Please let Dean be okay…

**********

"No more talking, hunter. It's time to go."

Dean felt like he had been slapped again. "How…? Who…? What are you?!" He tried to pull away from her, but he couldn't get his body to respond. "What the hell did you do to me?!"

He was caught between anger and fear, but tried to keep the fear hidden from her. Now that she had stopped singing, his mind was starting to clear.

She slid one icy hand up underneath his t-shirt, smoothing it over his defined abs as she leaned in towards his ear again, whispering, "I'm your new mate, lover. Mmm… You're so warm…" She tugged his earlobe lightly with her teeth and he grimaced, unable to push her away or stop her wandering hand.

"Sorry, lady, suddenly not so interested. Paralysis is a bit of a turn off for me…"

"Don't worry, I can be quite… persuasive." She grabbed the back of his head and pulled him down for a rough kiss.

Dean felt the muscles in his stomach tighten, wondering if it was in revulsion or uncontrollable lust. After about a minute, she pulled back and left Dean panting for breath.

"I think your little charm is startin' to wear off on me. You're no where near as hot as you were before," he tried to bait her. It was an unfortunate defense mechanism of his; piss of the baddie and try to survive the consequences.

"I prefer to watch you squirm. Besides, it's not like you're goin' anywhere…"

"What do ya say we just call it a night and go our separate ways?"

The right side of her mouth curved up in a deadly smirk. "Just listen to my voice, hunter. Listen, and give in to me."

**********

When Sam and Bobby reached the top of the beach, it didn't take long to spot the two other occupants there, though they were so close they could have easily passed as one.

Bobby flung out a hand, catching Sam gently in the chest and halting his progress towards the water.

"Looks like he's doin' just fine," Sam smirked, relieved at having found his brother alive and well. He quirked an eyebrow at Bobby when the older man started slowly moving the two of them back towards the motel.

"Somethin' ain't right… Normally Dean'd be all over a girl like that. Looks like he's actually tryin' to pull away…"

"Dean, turn down a girl? I highly doubt it…"

Her captivating voice reached their ears and while Sam was starting to lean forward with a goofy smile on his face, Bobby put it all together.

"That's no girl," he growled. He grasped Sam's shoulder, giving him a shake to break him from his trance. "Go get your dad, Sam. Tell him Dean's got himself tangled up with a Rusalka."

Sam shook his head, trying to clear the ringing in his ears. "A what?"

"A water succubus! Go! Now!"

Sam turned and bolted back towards the motel room. Bobby kept his eyes glued to Dean and the succubus. He wanted to shout out and warn the boy or at least distract the creature long enough for John to show up with the appropriate weapons, but he knew if she felt threatened, her first move would be to drag Dean straight into the water and there was little chance of her giving him back.

If Dean gets hurt because of your pig-headedness, John, there's no place on Earth you'll be able to hide from my wrath…

TBC

Please review! This was my first time writing something with a romantic air to it. Did it come out okay? Did she come across as sexy or creepy as hell? I'd love to hear your opinions! Plenty of action to come! Oh, and small warning… It gets a bit steamy as well!