Amara was sitting, watching a projection of Castiel swimming home. "Yeeeeeees, hurry home, prince. We wouldn't want to miss old daddy's celebration, now, would we? Huh! Celebration indeed. Bah! In MY day, we had fantastical feasts when I lived in the palace. And now, look at me - wasted away to practically nothing - banished and exiled and practically starving, while he and his flimsy fish-folk celebrate. Well, I'll give 'em something to celebrate soon enough. Ezekiel! Gadreel! I want you to keep an extra close watch on this pretty little son of his. He may be the key to Chuck's undoing..."

~•~

Chuck rubbed his face. "I just don't know what we're going to do with you, young man."

"Dad, I'm sorry, I just forgot, I -"

"As a result of your careless behaviour-"

Becky cut him off. "Careless and reckless behaviour!"

"- the entire celebration was, er -"

She did it again. "Well, it was ruined! That's all. Completely destroyed! This concert was to be the pinnacle of my distinguished career. Now thanks to you I am the laughing stock of the entire kingdom!"

Chuck just shot a look st Becky, kinda mad that she kept cutting him off.

Meg whimpered. 'But it wasn't his fault! Ah - well - first, ahh, this shark chased us - yeah - yeah! And we tried to - but we couldn't - and - grrrrrrrrr - and - and we - whoooaaaaaa - oh, and then we were safe. But then this seagull came, and it was this is this, and that is that, and -"

"Seagull? What? Oh - you went up to the surface again, didn't you? DIDN'T YOU?" Chuck beamed.

Castiel felt like he was a mere 3 years old, being yelled at like this. "Nothing happend."

"Oh, Castiel, How many times must we go through this? You could've been seen by one of those barbarians - by - by one of those humans!"

"Dad, they're not barbarians!" He protested.

"They're dangerous. Do you think I want to see my youngest son snared by some fish-eater's hook?"

"I'm sixteen years old - I'm not a child anymore!" He clenched his fists by his sides.

"Don't you take that tone of voice with me young man. As long as you live under my ocean, you'll obey my rules!"

"But if you would just listen -"

"Not another word - and I am never, NEVER to hear of you going to the surface again. Is that clear?"

Castiel nodded, and left, weeping quietly.

"Hm! Teenagers...They think they know everything. You give them an inch, they swim all over you." Becky just sighed and looked up at the king.

"Do you, er, think I - I was too hard on him?" Chuck asked quietly.

"Definitely not! Why, if Castiel was my son, I'd show him who was boss. None of this 'flitting to the surface' and other such nonsense. No, sir - I'd keep him under tight control." Becky was trying to make up for the performance.

"You're absolutely right, Becky. Castiel needs constant supervision" Chuck smirked.

"Constant," Becky agreed.

"Someone to watch over him - to keep him out of trouble."

"All the time-"

"And YOU are just the crab to do it!" Chuck exclaimed.

~•~

B

ecky frantically scattered away. "How do I get myself into these situations? I should be writing symphonies - not tagging along after some headstrong teenager." She came across Castiel and Meg sneaking off and followed quietly. "Hmm? What is that bou up to?" She barely made it into the cave they swam into when she saw it. A whole cave- a magnificent collection of things Castiel had collected over the years. Becky hsd mixed emotions. It was beautiful, but not right... It was human stuff.

Castiel was swimming around, kind of sadly as he sung- while looking at all of his things.

"Look at this stuff
Isn't it neat?
Wouldn't you think my collection's complete?
Wouldn't you think I'm the boy
The boy who has ev'rything?
Look at this trove
Treasures untold
How many wonders can one cavern hold?
Lookin' around here you'd think
Sure, he's got everything
I've got gadgets and gizmos aplenty
I've got whozits and whatzits galore
You want thingamabobs?
I got twenty
But who cares?
No big deal
I want more
I wanna be where the people are
I wanna see
Wanna see 'em dancin'
Walkin' around on those
Whad'ya call 'em?
oh - feet
Flippin' your fins you don't get too far
Legs are required for jumpin', dancin'
Strollin' along down a
What's that word again?street
Up where they walk
Up where they run
Up where they stay all day in the sun
Wanderin' free
Wish I could be
Part of that world
What would I give
If I could live
Outta these waters?
What would I pay
To spend a day
Warm on the sand?
Betcha on land
They understand
Bet they don't reprimand their daughters
Bright young women
Sick o' swimmin'
Ready to stand
And ready to know what the people know 
Ask 'em my questions
And get some answers
What's a fire and why does it
What's the word?
burn?
When's it my turn?
Wouldn't I love
Love to explore that shore above?
Out of the sea
Wish I could be
Part of that world"

He sighed as he settled down at the bottom of the cave. The only problem was that Becky had gotten into something and was making a loud clattering noise. "Becky!?"

"Castiel - what, are you mad? How could you - what is all this?" She looked around with wide eyes.

"It -it's just my - collection." He smiled as his gentle fingers picked up the pipe.

"Oh. I see. Your collection. Hmmm. IF YOUR FATHER KNEW ABOUT THIS PLACE HE'D-" Meg cut her off

"You're not gonna tell him, are you?!"

"Oh, please, Becky, he would never understand..." Castiel pleaded.

"Castiel. You're under a lot of pressure down here. Come with me, I'll take you home and get you something warm to drink."

There was a shadow; a ship had passed overhead. The merman looked up at it. "What do you suppose?" He started swimming up towards the ship with Meg.

"Castiel! CASTIEL!" Becky tried to stop him but he ignored her.

Up on the surface, fireworks were going off. All the humans were having fun, dancing and looking at the fireworks. And the beautiful stars. He held onto the side of the ship and watched them carefully. He jumped, onlu slightly, when Meg and Becky popped up beside him to watch. He suddenly got distracted by a human, he had the most beautiful green eyes. Becky was yelling at him, but he was in a trance. He didnt realize what was going on. A golden colored dog ran up and started licking him, he quickly dropped from sight- his heart beating fast- afraid that he had been spotted.

~•~

Dean whistled. "Riot, here boy. Hey, come on, mutt, whatcha doing, huh Riot? Good boy. Jesus christ I hate dogs. I can't believe Sam got you." He chuckled. He took the dog back to the main deck where he wouldn't get into anything. Castiel popped back up, but only in time for that bird, Crowley, to come to him.

"Quite a show, huh?"

"Crowley, be quiet! They'll hear you."

"Oooh, I gotcha, I gotcha. We're being intrepidatious. WE'RE OUT TO DISCOVER!" Crowley spoke proudly, but Castiel just grabbed his beak to keep him quiet.

"I've never seen a human this close before. Oh - he's very handsome, isn't he? I know its wrong to like the same gender and extra wrong to like a human of the same gender... But he's beautiful."

"I dunno, he looks kinda hairy and slobbery to me." Crowley stated, but was looking at the dog.

"Not that one you assbutt! The tall one with the green eyes..."