Dean wakes up on a boat, the loud song being sung by his fellow crew.
Wait, crew?
In mysterious fathoms below!
Dean looked around, confusion growing even more. That's when he notice, his shirt was a thinner fabric, he wore boots that covers the bottom of his relatively tight pants. A red shash sat around his waist. The boat swayed and he grabbed the closest thing to him, a rope from the mast.
Castiel was jolted awake by the sound of a fish scream to swim away. A large shark approached the angel… Or merman, you never known. Cas leapt into action and started swimming.
Hang on a second… Swimming?
Why was he swimming?
Cas looped around the boat, trying to shake the shark off his tail. A chubby fish swam with him. Finally the shark got caught and the chubby fish made mocking faces at the shark. As the fish mocked said shark, Cas got a look at himself. A long, elegant, blue tail lashed underneath him, he held a bag with a fork in it. Cas treaded water for the moment, trying to figure out what the Hell was going on.
Sam rolled over, getting a face full of hair, it was soft, Sam nestled into it.
Wait just a second, hair?
Sam woke to find light brown hair the very same colour as his, lying around the room. 'What the Hell?' he though. A pulled at some of the hair just to be put in pain. The hair lying around the room was his hair. "Dammit Gabriel!" He called, Sam got to his feet, his clothes felt odd. He was afraid to look down, but he braved it and looked down anyway. He wore a purple waist coat and pink shirt underneath, he sported pink and purple pants and bare feet. He glanced around the room, the walls were painted with pictures of him, dancing amongst trees and animals. He spotted a window and walked over to it.
Maybe he'll find a way out.
Maybe he'll find out that he is trapped in a tower.
He looks out the window, long way down.
Yep, it's a tower. "Uhhhh, no. I'm not Rapunzel. No way, na ah!" Sam breathes, he walks around the tower and spots a book.
Music starts playing.
He has a compelling need to sing.
"No, don't you do it Sa-"
7 AM, the usual morning lineup:
Start on the chores and sweep 'til the floor's all clean
Polish and wax, do laundry, and mop and shine up
Sweep again, and by then it's like 7:15.
Jesus Christ this is going to be a long day.
And so I'll read a book
Or maybe two or three
I'll add a few new paintings to my gallery
I'll play guitar and knit
And cook and basically
Just wonder when will my life begin?
"Gabriel! So help me when I find you-"
Then after lunch it's puzzles and darts and baking
Paper mache, a bit of ballet and chess
Pottery and ventriloquy, candle making
Then I'll stretch, maybe sketch, take a climb,
Sew a suit!
"I will not sing. I will not sing. I will not sing another line-"
And I'll reread the books
If I have time to spare
I'll paint the walls some more,
I'm sure there's room somewhere.
And then I'll brush and brush,
and brush and brush my hair
Stuck in the same place I've always been.
And I'll keep wonderin' and wonderin'
And wonderin' and wonderin'
When will my life begin?
And tomorrow night,
Lights will appear
Just like they do on my birthday each year.
What is it like
Out there where they glow?
Now that I'm older,
Father might just
Let me go ...
Dammit, Sam just sing an entire freaking song for no freaking reason.
"Sampunzel! Sampunzel! Let down your hair!" A man calls from down the tower. Sam looks out the window.
Azazel.
Well it looked like Azazel anyway. "I'm not getting any younger down here!" He calls, reluctantly, Sam pulls his hair to him. Ties it around a hook. And drops it out the window, letting 'Azazel' climb into the tower.