Imagine being a mermaid and saving Dean and Sam from drowning.

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Silently, you glide through the water deep below the surface where there is hardly any light. Your slick tail pushes powerfully to propel you forward. 

The lake is inhabited by a various fish species and you, a mermaid. 

Many don't believe mermaids exist, even hunters of the supernatural have denied your existence. Often, they believe that sailors were referring to sirens whenever they talked about mermaids. 

That's not the case though. But, there are hardly any mermaids left anymore, so it is an understandable mistake. 

You're one of the few left. 

You've managed to survive by living in this secluded lake and limiting your life out of the water. You only leave to get food and other things you could possibly need. 

Your tail transforms into legs when you are completely dry, but if you come into contact with water then you change back. 

Right now, you're heading into town to get some groceries. You've grown sick of eating fish and berries and other plants that you find by the lake. 

Of course, the walk to town is pretty long, but it's worth it in order to get chips and chocolate. Just the thought makes your mouth water.

Tattered running shoes on your feet, you unsteadily walk along the highway. You haven't used legs for a long time and it takes some getting used to.

A car drives past you, but then slows to a stop. When you catch up to it, the driver rolls down his window.

"Need a ride?" He asks in a surprisingly low voice. 

You look into the sleek black car. Inside, a man with longish hair sits in the passenger seat, reading a book. Music blares from the speakers, creating a warm atmosphere along with the hot air from the heater. The driver himself looks nice enough - handsome with a charming smile and lovely green eyes.

"Sure, if you're offering," you flash them a sincere smile.

You are about to open the back door but the driver clears his throat. Startled, you look at him, but his gaze is fixed upon the man in the passenger seat. 

"Sammy, let her sit in front."

The man named Sammy looks at him in disbelief. He opens his mouth as if to object, but looks at you and then shuts his mouth. 

Surprisingly, he gets out and you take his place. "You didn't have to do that."

"No problem," they say at the same time. 

"So, what's your name?"

"Y/n. Yours?"

"I'm Dean and this is Sam." 

"What brings you two out here?" You ask.

They share a glance through the rearview mirror, "We're journalists investigating the recent murders."

"Oh, I hadn't heard of any murders. That's terrible."

"Yeah, people drowning in their own homes really sucks," Dean says.

You nod and look at the passing scenery, "Have they caught the murderer yet?"

"Um, no. So far there hasn't been any leads."

Humming thoughtfully, you listen to the music and wait until you get to town. During the twenty or thirty minutes of driving, you've realized that Sam and Dean aren't all that they say they are.

There's something suspicious about them, you think as Dean pulls into a parking lot. 

"Know any good motels around here?" He asks, turning the engine off. 

You shake your head, "There's just the one. Lakeside Motel just over there. I've never stayed there, so I can't tell you if it's any good. Sorry."

"No problem. It was a pleasure meeting you, Y/n. Maybe I'll see you sometime soon?"

"Maybe," you smile slyly before exiting and heading to the store. 

As you enter the store, the small bell above the door alerts the owner of your presence. Eyes wide with hunger and excitement, you head off to browse the aisles. 

You grab a basket and fill it with all sorts of things, including a hairbrush, a bag of chips, a few chocolate bars, some candy, some pop, and a large flannel blanket. 

Your old hairbrush and blanket were ruined after so many years of use, so you need to get those. The bell dings again, but you don't pay attention to it. You get to the counter and place the items on it. 

The other customers finish shopping by the time you hand the shopkeeper your money. 

"Um, you're short." 

You look at him in confusion, prompting him to elaborate, "You need ten more dollars."

"Oh," you reach into your pockets, hoping that somehow money will magically appear, but it doesn't. You're just about to put away the chips, pop, and chocolate when a familiar low voice interrupts. 

"Here, I got it," Dean places the bill onto the counter. 

You look at him with an embarrassed smile, "You didn't have to do that."

"Hey, it's no problem," he flashes you a huge smirk. "In fact, me an' Sammy are gonna get some grub, wanna come? Our treat. I hear there's a delicious diner right across the street."

You know you should probably refuse, but the offer of warm food and great company is too awesome to pass up. "Are you sure? I wouldn't want to impose."

"Of course we're sure, right Sammy?" Dean looks to the long-haired giant.

"Yeah, we'd love for you to join us."

"Okay, great."

They pay for their stuff and place it in their car before heading to the diner. Once there, you order a burger and fries and so does Dean, while Sam opts for a salad. 

"So, you just passing through?" Sam initiates conversation.

"Um, not really. I live out by the lake."

"You don't have a car?"

"Nope, just my feet," you smile.

"Wow, do you have a job?"

You shrug, "Kinda in-between jobs at the moment, really."

They nod and the food arrives. You eat in silence for the most part. After you eat, you thank them profusely for the meal and then go on your way. 

"Are you sure we can't give you a ride?" Dean asks. 

"I'm sure. Thanks for everything. Maybe I'll see you again." You leave before they can say anything else. 

~

A loud splash wakes you from your slumber. You sleep in the lake a good distance from the shore and away from the docks. 

Maybe it was just a fish?

It wasn't, you know deep down. It was way too large a sound to be a fish. 

You stretch and go to investigate. Swimming to the surface, you see a small row boat with none other than Sam shouting into the water. 

You watch as he then dives into the water after ripping off his shirt. Startled, you wait to see if they'll reemerge. 

After a few seconds, it's evident that something's wrong. So, you submerge and go to see what's happening.

A ghostly man is dragging Dean into the depths and Sam is trying his hardest to pull his brother away. 

You let out a warning call and swim swiftly to their rescue. Grabbing Dean and Sam's arms, you pull them up to the surface. 

The ghost doesn't follow, surprisingly.

You drag them to the shore and watch as Dean sputters and coughs up water. 

"Are you alright?" You ask, trying not to stare at Sam's abs as he shakes water from his hair. 

"Get out of the water!" Dean yells at you.

You chuckle, "I can't."

"Please, you're in danger!"

"I know. He's a ghost right? Do you know who he is?"

"Ho- wait, how the hell do you know about that?!" 

"I knew a few hunters awhile back. Anyways, I think I might be able to help. Stay out of the water," you order them before swimming away, splashing the water with your tail.

After a few minutes, you find what you were searching for - the remains of a man who had drowned here a very long time again. All that's left are his skull and a few other bones. 

You take them to the surface. "I found the bones! Quick, burn 'em!"

They take the bones and do as told. You drag yourself out of the water, knowing that you'll have to explain your situation to the brothers.

"What are you?" Sam asks, his voice a mixture of wonderment and shock.

"A mermaid."

"Mermaids don't exist," Dean inputs.

"Sure they do, you're looking at one."

"Uh-uh, this - this is a trick," he argues.

"Not a trick, it's real. I mean you just killed a ghost and you're having difficulty believing that mermaids are real. C'mon."

"Wow," is all that Sam can say. 

"I know, I'm pretty cool." You spend the next few minutes explaining the situation. They seem to calm down pretty quick. 

"I hope you come visit," you say when they say they have to leave. 

"Of course," Sam says, "Next time we're in the area."

You grin, "That's great! Be safe!"

"You too!" Dean calls back. 

You watch sadly as they drive away.