The Sailors were singing as they pulled up the ships sails. The water was beautiful, full of dolphins splashing around. Then there was Dean, looking extatic to be on the water. He had this grin on his face that let everyone know he was happy to be there.

"Isn't this great?" Dean ran a hand through his sandy coloured hair. "The salty sea air, the wind blowing in your face..." He sighed happily. "A perfect day to be at sea!"

Sam was doubled over, his face green with disgust. He always got sea sick. "Oh yes, delightful..." He leaned over the side of the boat and puked. Dean just snickered.

"A fine strong wind and a following sea. King Chuck must be in a friendly-type mood." One of the sailors spoke up, leaving Dean confused.

"King Chuck?" He raised an eyebrow.

A different sailor across the ship answered, but his voice was much more witch like, and just put him off. "Why, ruler of the merpeople, lad. Thought every good sailor knew about him." He smirked as he held up a dead fish.

"Merpeople! Dean, pay no attention to this nautical nonsense." Sam blurted out, looking quite offended. He ran his hands through his amazing hair, and huffed. There was no questioning that he was overly stressed out.

The sailor swung the fish since he talked with his hands. "But it ain't nonsense, it's the truth! I'm tellin' you, down in the depths o' the ocean they live." He lost his grip and the fish flied back into the ocean. The sailors continued to sing. Dean just sighed, and dropped the topic.

~•~

The fish swam away fast. He traveled deep down to where there was a big gathering. Seahorses were giving out a speech as King Chuck dramatically entered, being pulled along by dolphins as he sat in his carriage, holding his golden trident. There was loud applause for him, and it died down as his second in command (Becky the  crab) followed in on her smaller carriage.

When they finally got settled, Chuck turned to Becky and spoke up. "I'm really looking forward to this performance, Becky."

"Oh, Your Majesty, this will be the finest concert I have ever conducted. Your children - they will be spectacular!" There was a pull in the water and she fell out of her shell. Not wanting to get any extra attention, she hoped back in but struggled.

"Yes, and especially my little Castiel."

"Yes, yes, he has the most beautiful voice... If only he'd show up for rehearsals once in a while..." She proceeded to podium and began to direct orchestra. Beautiful music started to play. Up on stage, giant shells opened, revealing all except for one of Chuck's children. They looked absolutely marvelous, and they sung along with the music.

"Ah, we are the children of Chuck! Great father who loves us and named us well: Gabriel, Michael, Lucifer, Anna, Hester, Raphael. And then there is the youngest in his musical debut, our seventh little brother, we're presenting him to you, to sing a song Becky wrote, his voice is like a bell,
He is our sister, Cas-ti-" 

The last shell- the most beautiful one- opened. But Castiel, the beautiful merman with dark hair and bright blue eyes was not there. Everyone gasped, and Chuck was about to burst with anger. "CASTIEL!"

~•~

Castiel was swimming fast down to an abandoned ship, smiling. He was accompanied by his best friend, a flounder fish named Meg.

"Clarence! Wait for me."

"Hurry up!"

Meg desperately tried to swim faster. "You know I can't swim very fast."

Castiel ignored her, and pointed out at the shimmering ship. "There it is. Isn't it fantastic?"

"Yeah... sure... it- it's great. Now let's get outta here." Meg was teying not to shake with fear

"You're not getting cold fins now, are you?"

"Who, me? No way. It's just, it, err...it looks - damp in there. Yeah. And I think I may be coming down with something. Yeah, I got this cough." She coughed unconvincingly.

"All right. I'm going inside. You can just stay here and - watch for sharks." His slim body easily fit through a porthole that led inside.

"Okay- you go. I'll stay and- what!? Sharks!?" Meg tried to fit through porthole, since she was scared. But her chubby fish body got stuck. "Help!"

"Oh, Meg." Castiel chuckled and helped her through.

"Do you really think there might be sharks around here?" Just as she asked, a shark pased outside but it went unnoticed.
 
"Don't be such a guppy, Meg."

"I'm not a guppy." She pouted but them smiled
"This is great - I mean, I really love this. Excitement, adventure, danger lurking around every corn-" She kept swimming until she saw something that was extra scary. "YAAAAHHHHHHHH!! A!!" She saw a skull, and crashed into a pillar, causing it to cave in. She swam away frantically, and knocked into Castiel.

"Oh, are you okay?" Castiel asked, wearily.

"Yeah sure, no problem, I'm okay- Ca- Castiel..."

"Shhh!" He swam foreward, and saw a silver fork laying on a beam. "Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh! Have you ever seen anything so wonderful in your entire life?"

"Wow, cool... Er... What is it?"

"I don't know, but I bet Crowley will." He put the thing in the man purse he had full of little random knickknacks he found.

Outside there was noise, that was making Meg uneasy. Castiel was distracted by a smoking pipe, and started talking to himself. He was completely ignoring Meg till the fish screamed again.

"Will you relax? Nothing is going to happen." Little did he know that a shark had come up behind the fish. The shark started to snap, but Castiel grabbed up his friend and pushed her through the porthole, and swam after. The shark tried to but hit his head, which probably caused a huge headache. They went up on the surface, where Crowley, the bird, was sitting, looking through a little telescope.

"Crowley! Look what we found!" He excitedly handes over the silver object.

"Human stuff, huh? Hey, lemme see." He picked it up. "Look at this. Wow-this is special-this is very, very unusual."

"What? What is it?" He asked kinda shyly.

"It's a dinglehopper!" The bird smiled proudly. "Humans use these little babies...to straighten their hair out. See - just a little twirl here an' a yank there and - voiolay!" His little bit of hair was all messed up on the top of his head. "You got an aesthetically pleasing configuration of hair that humans go nuts over!"

"A dinglehopper!" He smiled. "What about this one?" He held out the little smoking pipe.

"Ah - this I haven't seen in years. This is wonderful! A banded, bulbous - snarfblat." Both Castiel and Meg gasped. "Now, the snarfblat dates back to prehistorical times, when humans used to sit around, and stare at each other all day. Got very boring. So, they invented the snarfblat to make fine music. Allow me." He blew into it, but seaweed popped out the other end.

Castiel had a sudden thought and his heart started racing. "Music? Oh, the concert! Oh my gosh, my father's gonna kill me!"

"The concert was today?" Meg asked with wide eyes.

Castiel nodded. "I'm sorry- I gotta go. Thank you Crowley." He waved and swam off.