Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural but it would be fun to though.

Warning: Wincest! Sam/Dean/Cas. Angel Love. Some language, graphic imagery. Sexual Content. Lots and lots of schmoop and some angst as well in most of these story chapters. Gabriel does join their bed sexually and in love with them in later chapter, after the Christmas one in fact.

Plot: Dean and Sam are in a hunt for a myth: Merpeople! It is killing people and they need some serious help on this one. Maybe their Angelic half and possibly a new friend or retired Hunter would do.

Here's to a good hunt and maybe to more lives saved than lost next time.

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Finally, only one more chapter to go in this Anniversary arc I have been working on. This is the hunt portion of the Cas/Sam date chapter arc. Merpeople are terrorizing a small lake in Oregon and the boys check it out. Cas did the research for them, wasn't that nice of him? Cute and smart, such a great combination in man. The boys would agree.

Warning: Yes, this is Wincest! Lots of Wincest and Angel love as advertised. There will be more schmoop next chapter, which is the romantic part of the date arc. There is no real bad language but there is some mention of death and fighting as well as references to sex in the shower, so if you don't like this kind of thing, please don't read that part.

The hunt is really cool though, life sucking Merpeople!

Please read on, if you will. The power of wet Winchester flesh compels you!

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Sam and Dean made their way into the little town and grinned. It was nice and quaint like something out of a fairytale story. Most of all, it was discreet, and hunters loved discreet towns. They stopped at a small restaurant and had breakfast. Dean ordered the eggs, bacon, and toast. Sam ordered wheat toast with coffee and another coffee for Dean. It had been a long drive.

They took the time to look over Cas's notes and decided who to interview first. They decided on the widow of the last man to try to establish a pattern between the victims. They discussed the case file and what articles Sam had been able to dig up on the deaths.

"Wow, that is way too many drowning's to be coincidence or natural. Cas was right about this, that's for sure." Dean whistled, that was quite the body count!

"15 is too much for no one to get suspicious. How come no one's panicked yet?" Sam wondered; they should have panicked at three.

"Let's ask the waitress, maybe she knows something." Dean suggested, Sam was right; no sign of panic or fear so far; that was a really bad sign.

They waited until the waitress brought their food and stopped her.

"What's the big to do up at Lake Hines?" Sam gave her innocent eyes and she smiled.

"Nothing much, some drownings. They closed it down recently. They think it might be some chemicals in the water causing it. They will be testing the water as soon as the wildlife and game people get here. May I ask why you're asking?" She smiled but looked a little suspicious of them now.

They pulled out their Wildlife and Game badges. "We're the Wildlife and Game people. We called ahead but decided to eat before going to the lake to test it."

She had the grace to blush, "Sorry, we don't get many strangers around here. We're a bit too far out of the way for that to be a regular occurrence. What do you need to know?"

The boys mentally did a high five. They had struck gold!

"Do you remember when it all started? Was there any unusual occurrences or anything? Illegal dumping or companies that expressed an interest in that area?" Dean asked smiling widely; his most disarming one. His 'charm the witness' smile. Dean's version of 'Sammy eyes', so to speak.

"A little over a week ago actually. It was rather sudden when it started." She looked back at the counter and saw her other customers were getting antsy. Dean saw the look and groaned. They had found a good witness but didn't have time to talk to her like they needed to. Sam solved the problem by asking when she got off work. She said in an hour. She could talk to them then.

"By the way, I am Agent Hendrix, and this is Agent Rose." He gave Sam a smirk as he named him as Agent Rose. 'Cause you smell so sweet.' He would tease him later with that lovely remark.

"I'm Abigail Pritchard." She smiled and shook their hands, "I'm the Sheriff's wife."

"Nice to meet you, Mrs. Pritchard." Sam said politely, formally even.

"Meet me here in an hour. We'll go speak to my husband then." She sighed sadly, "We will be so glad to see the end of that lake issue. So many deaths cast a pall over the whole community, don't you know?" She shook her head again and put away her pad.

"That would be great. He was our next stop anyway." Dean smiled, cast a pall? It should have horrified them! People were dead! They were worried it made them look bad, gah! That was just wrong thinking in his book. "What do we owe you, ma'am?" he asked, not seeing the check on the table.

"It's on me. You are the most welcome sights I have seen all week! We were hoping you were coming soon." She gushed relieved and trusted they would help. She didn't buy they were cops at all but she didn't say that. She loved Jimmy Hendrix and she was willing to bet her last doily that Agent's first name would be Jimmy. Her father pulled the same trick on his hunts, except he preferred prize fighter names. She also knew her husband would buy it in a heartbeat since they were good at the impersonations, really good. She wasn't worried anymore. Wildlife officers wouldn't be able to fix this problem but a couple of experienced hunters like these two? It would be better in no time!

She just smiled happily at them and walked off to assist her other tables. The men got into their Impala and drove off. She smiled as she recognized the car. That was John Winchester's Impala and those must be his boys. She had heard that John had passed a while back and his boys had taken up the hunt from there. She also knew they had both been hunting with him years before that and had mastered the hunts for the truly strange and unusually hard to hunt and kill types of monsters out there. She smiled again. The Winchesters were just the ones to fix this problem; they sure were. They were the best at it, if the Hunter Grapevine was to be believed.

They needed the best. The monster had taken her son a few days ago and she was glad it was going to pay for that.

She missed her son.

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When they met up in an hour, she took them to the lake and told them she knew who they really were. They were surprised but she reassured them she wouldn't tell. She told them about her father being a hunter and he had retired to here, where she had met her husband and they had gotten married and settled down together. She also told them her son had been the last victim of the thing. He had been sixteen and he had gotten together with friends to party here by the lake; against her orders. He had snuck out. He had gotten into the water and the girl had gotten away but he had been dragged under, flailing and kicking. His drowned body had resurfaced shortly afterward. He had been a good swimmer; best on his swim team, in fact. He had won nationals twice in a row. He shouldn't have drowned at all.

She described what had happened to the other victims. It was a small town and people tended to talk in small towns, especially about the bad stuff. She had listened and remembered, hoping someone would come help. She had been out of hunting too long to be of help in that department. She had known it might attract hunters so she waited to see when they would show up, and here they were. She was grateful they had come.

They, in turn, told her what they knew about the deaths. They told her about the Merpeople that were killing them by pulling them under and stealing their life force as they died. It hurt to hear Jake had died that way; it was a bad death for anyone, but especially a loved one, a son. She asked what she could do to help. They asked if there was someone they else they needed to speak to, who they had to talk to. She smiled sadly and said they were looking at her.

They got into their cars and drove to the police station. She warned them that her husband was a good man and would have made a good hunter; he had the instincts for it. He had no idea of her former life and she wanted to keep it that way. They swore to be discreet about that part. She promised her husband would buy their wildlife officers' cover story so they shouldn't worry. It was a necessary lie in her eyes. He was a good man and an honest man. Problem was, when men like that met the supernatural, they usually died fast. She didn't want that so she kept the lie in place; he didn't need to know that part of her life or theirs.

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"Can we get a copy of those reports, Sheriff Pritchard?" They said, serious expressions in place. The man looked like hell. His eyes were haunted and red. He seemed tired. He had gray developing at his temples and he kept running a hand through his hair. In short, he was barely holding onto his control; it was hanging by a thread.

"Of course, Agent Hendrix." Steven Pritchard said, accommodating the officers. He hadn't wanted to come in today. He hadn't wanted to stay home either where he was forever staring at the door expecting his son to run in from a day of school or wait expectantly for his foot falls to come down the stairs for meals. He would never tell him to get his homework done before going out with his friends again. There were so many things he would never get to do again with his son. Most of all, he would never hug or get to tell the boy how much he loved him and was proud of him ever again.

His son was gone and so was a big piece of himself.

He reflected again. He didn't want to be here but he couldn't go home either. His son wasn't here or there. And it hurt.

The boys watched the man control his pain and understood it; they had felt it too. The man's son was gone and it was eating him alive; the grief and pain. It was eating her alive, too. There was no way they could help with that. However, they could kill the thing that had killed him; that they could do.

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Later that night, they went out to the lake with their daggers in their waistbands. They stood on the little pier and looked into the water. Cas's research said they gave off a weak green glow at night and so they looked for that. Dean spotted it next to the dock and tried to jump out of the way, knocking Sam into the water accidentally. Another green form swam to the surface, close to his brother. Dean growled and dove in, grabbing his dagger. The other Merman grabbed his foot as he leaped and pulled him in the opposite direction of his flailing brother and he stabbed it, making it let go. Two more shot up from the lake's murky depths and flew straight at him, eyes red and skin glowing gently green.

He tried to dodge them, but as he avoided one of them, the other grabbed his ankle with an iron grip and pulled him further down. He sliced at the first one while the second one tried to drown him. He was having trouble holding his breathe now and knew if he didn't surface soon, he was going to drown, and so would Sam. A white blur blew past him and hit the second one full force, killing it instantly. He saw it was Cas and smiled but motioned to the other one who had let go of Dean and was aiming at Cas now, angry and spitting rage. Dean stabbed it in the chest and it burned up from the inside. It's smoking husk slipped deeper into the water. He ascended to the surface and grabbed some air. He dove back in and swam to where Sam flailed, fighting off three of his own, his breath failing as well. Cas shot towards Sam, knock one away, killing it on impact…again. Dean suddenly felt hands grab him again as he swam and they pulled him down again; there were more of them coming now; two had him by the legs and six more were coming. He slashed and stabbed at them, but felt the darkness coming. His breath blew out as one hit him the stomach, driving out his air. He tasted the water as it filled his mouth and nose instantly. He was losing consciousness and fought it but was rapidly losing. His eyes closed and he felt the darkness take him. He sent a prayer to Cas to help Sam if he could; to help him if he could before he passed out.

Cas saw Dean go under as he helped Sam fight off the last two holding him under and then dove after Dean. He drove them off of him and then pulled him out of the water. Sam ran over and performed CPR. Dean woke up suddenly, spitting out water and gasping, before gazing weakly up at them. "Thanks, thought I was a goner there for a second." He suddenly remembered and sat up. "There were more coming! I saw them."

Cas and Sam nodded pushing Dean back down, and laying his head against Cas's discarded jacked, Sam covering him with his own, warming him up as much as they could. Dean let them. He felt weak and was about to pass out again. Cas smiled gently down at him, "We got this, Dean. Stay here and rest." He touched fingers to his lover's head and Dean slept. The two men dove back in and fought off the remaining six; sometimes having to save each other and sometimes fighting back to back. They were separated a few times but managed to feel for each other in the gloom of the murky lake water to fight together again.

When the Merpeople were dispatched and, Cas had used his Angel mojo to check for anymore, they returned to Dean's resting form. He could sense no more of the Merpeople in the waters. They had got them all. They took Dean back to the car and laid him in the backseat. Sam drove while Cas checked Dean over for injuries, making sure he was okay.

They would all be a mass of bruised around the legs for a bit but, other than that, they would be fine. Cas healed as many bruises as he could, which only left some on their calves but they looked normal again now. Dean hugged Cas and kissed him, thanking him for helping. Sam did the same; they couldn't have got the upper hand on those things without him. They both said how lucky they were to have him helping them. Cas blushed under their praises and made a show of trying to get away from their hands as they checked him over for injuries and such. He was fine. Then they all settled in to rest on either side of Dean, who fell immediately to sleep and Cas watched over them; happy they were safe.

He went to return to Heaven early the next morning, kissing their foreheads goodbye, not wanting to wake them. He watched them sleep for a minute and then left quietly. The boys never sensed his exit, the hunt had exhausted them.

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Later on the next day, they put on their suits and grabbed their ID's. They headed to the office but found the sheriff wasn't there; he was home today. They thanked the others and went to the house instead. The sheriff and his wife were there, both looking shell-shocked and haunted, eyes red and tired. They hadn't slept much last night apparently.

She answered the door and they told her what had transpired, leaving out Cas's presence, of course. Some people didn't respond well when you mentioned Angels and assistance in the same sentence; they tended to get all weird about it. Besides Cas had made them promise to leave him out of their explanation; so they did. She hugged them both hard and kissed their cheeks softly, glad the lake monsters were dead; not regretting the cold satisfaction that it filled her cold Hunter's heart with. They had taken her only son; they had earned that fate and more.

They came in and told the sheriff the water was fine now; the chemicals were gone. They must have been pulled out with the tide or something. The water was testing as clean and no more deaths should happen. The chemicals the victims had swallowed had incapacitated them to where they had drowned. They would be checking back on the water soon but so far it was safe again to go near. The sheriff thanked them for their help and they slipped Abigail their card, for if she needed to talk or needed help. It had their real number and names on it; they trusted her with it. She may be retired but she was still a hunter at heart. She may need them later.

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They returned to the room and removed their clothes. They showered and tried to wash more of the dirty lake water smell away. Sam shared his Axe shower gel with Dean and they found a new way of enjoying the seductive smelling liquid, taking turns washing each other and pleasuring each other. They got out after almost an hour, smiling happily, wearing towels and smelling sexy. They dressed and headed to the restaurant for something to eat after they loaded the car up. The job was done and it was time to go.

Abigail was there and paid for their lunch again, refusing any payment. They had saved her home and her friends. They had avenged her son's death when she couldn't. They had earned the free meal. She also promised them a free home cooked meal if they ever came this way again; they were too skinny for her tastes. They smiled and gave each other appraising looks over the other's body and disagreed. She caught the look and saw what their real relationship was to each and didn't care. They were her heroes now, the town's heroes, and their love life wasn't her business; their hunting skills were. They were the best hunters she had ever met and that was what mattered most. She hugged them hard again and told them to have a safe trip. She slipped Dean a box with a pie in it, Apple, she winked. She ruffled Sam's hair and sent them on their way, watching them leave with relief in her heart.

They had saved her sanity. They had killed what killed her son. They were her friends now.

They would always be welcome here.

She smiled and went to tend to her other tables, feeling their card in her pocket again. She smiled wider at that touch of paper. She took the orders and grinned.

Today was a good day.

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Well, there's the hunt. Merpeople, Cas, new friends, wet men , and shower sex. Who could ask for more?

There will be the date portion coming up soon, either tonight or tomorrow afternoon. I have a few kinks to work out of the plot line right now, or add if I might be tempted to. *wink wink*

Reviews are welcome and I hope you liked it. If you didn't, that's okay too. Wincest isn't for everyone's tastes, I get that. It's just a story after all.