DA's Haven

Title: Water Call pt. 1/15+epilogue

Author: Deathangelgw

Disclaimer: Neither of the boys are mine. Only the OCs are! Eric Kripke is GOD! Yadda yadda...

Warnings: AU, OOC, slash, incest, mpreg, sap, angst, dark, cross species sex, slight tentacle sex, violence, language, het, threesome.

Rating: R-NC-17 throughout

Pairings: Sam/Dean, Dean/OFC, Sam/Sarah, Sam/Dean/Sarah

Word Count: 51, 922 words

Timeline/Spoilers: Timeline is after the current second season. SPOILERS HELL YEA!

Summary: On a mission to find out what's drowning people, Dean finds himself pulled under into a new life. Will his love for Sam be enough to bring him back?

Beta: nadda! Any mistakes are mine!

A/N: This was written for NaNoWriMo. A big humongous thanks to Stardancer54 for her unconditional help in plotline, characterization, and just all around cheering! Thanks girlfriend!! There's not much more to say outside of: DEAN NAKED WITH SAMMY! YAAAAAAY! Ok, enough fangrrling...Enjoy and please review!

'thoughts'

telepathic speech

Dean hated swimming. He especially hated deep waters. You just never knew what could come up and grab you as you floated along. Sure he'd learned how to swim when he was young, but he’d rather stay on dry land or even muddy land than go near a lake or ocean where some creature would think you’re a great snack.

So when Sam told him about the recent drowning suicides outside of Pensacola, Florida, Dean was definitely not thrilled. "How d'you know it ain't just some stupid jellyfish or something?" he asked snidely as they went through the rather hilly area outside of Baton Rouge. They'd been driving for what felt like days but since they had already been in the Mississippi area, it had only been ten hours.

Glancing over from the article he was reading, Sam rolled his eyes. "All of the bodies found had a puncture wound in the solar plexus. No other marks, at least that they're saying," he explained patiently as if to a two year old and received a glare for his trouble.

"Fine. We get there, find a good hotel, check the morgue, and then find out what's drowning the little kidlets," Dean grumbled in annoyance, his hands gripping the wheel as he stared out the windshield.

"Ya know, what's with you, Dean? Ever since I said where we're needed, you've been an ass about everything," Sam asked in exasperation as he turned towards his brother. He noted the clenched jaw and the muscles working in the fine boned face and frowned even more.

"S'nothin' all right? Just let it go, Sammy," Dean responded gruffly as he continued to glare at the road as if it were at fault for all the troubles in the world.

"Fine," Sam said as he turned back and crossed his arms over his chest in irritation. If Dean was going to be his usual close-mouthed self, he wasn't going to push it. Eventually he'd get a clue as to what bug was up his brother's ass. It was now more a case of too long in the car with the same person. He rolled down his window eventually as the heat from outside grew too unbearable and sighed as the wind ruffled through his hair, cooling him off.

Dean glanced over at his brother and sighed inwardly. He didn't like what they were going towards, but he liked even less having Sam snooping into his problems. It wasn't his thing anyways. Firming his resolve as he gripped the steering wheel and shifted into a more comfortable position, he kept his eyes on the road and their goal. When they crossed over the three mile bridge that connected Louisiana and Florida, he kept his gaze firmly ahead, ignoring all suggestions from his brother to check things out. He would not look at the water that was so serene and yet dangerous. 'I'd rather face a freakin' nest of vamps instead of this. Why drownin’s again?!' he wondered for the fiftieth time.

When they came to the outskirts of Pensacola, he pulled off and found a nice, if a tad shabby motel. Parking, he didn't even wait for Sam's input on their accommodations as he shoved out of the car and strode up to the lobby. Inside, he noted the older woman that was obviously the receptionist and smiled charmingly at her, inwardly snickering when she smiled back automatically as a touch of red came to her tanned cheeks. He took in her sandy brown hair that was pulled into a neat ponytail and the light touch of make-up on her face that showed that, even though she was older, she liked to take care of herself as did the shapely figure that was defined by a suitable button down blouse and what looked to be the tops of comfortable black jeans. If she had been just a bit younger, he would have tried his luck, but he was also reminded of Ellen as he noticed her fiery, no-nonsense gaze and mature good looks. "Ma'am," he greeted her with a nod as he sauntered up and leaned against the counter. He tilted his head as he detected the badge with the name 'Karen' in fading black and white pinned on her shirt. "Miss Karen, how're you on this fine day?" he asked genially.

"Very well, sir. What can I do for ya?" she inquired with a grin while shifting some papers aimlessly. She most likely had been bored out of her mind, Dean surmised as he smiled.

"Room for two, two beds," he responded as he shifted back and pulled out his wallet. He glanced down as she clicked her mouse through their inventory, amused at how even a small fry hotel was up to date on technology. "So I hear there's been a lot of trouble goin' on here? Drownin's?" he inquired politely after deciding that she looked like a good source on the locals.

"Yea, stupid kids just not watchin' those riptides, they say. I think it's somethin' else," she replied distractedly as she looked through their list of rooms.

"Oh? You lived here long?" he asked as he tilted his head in curiosity.

"All m'life. Every ten years this happens. There are some drownin's in the same area and eventually a person goes missin' and is never found. They say it's the riptides. Those of us who're from here know better. It's prolly the merpeople," she explained and shrugged.

Blinking in surprise, Dean's mind processed that information. "Merpeople? Little too fantastical, don't ya think?" he asked jokingly, but his smile faded when she cocked an eyebrow at him.

"They're real. I saw one when I was little. Beautiful half man half fish. He looked almost like an old friend of mine before he disappeared 'neath the water," she said quietly and something in her features made Dean focus a bit more on her.

"Someone you knew, eh? Sure it wasn't like the old tales of it bein' just some sea lion?" he asked uncomfortably, feeling almost sorry for her. To lose someone close to you to the paranormal was never easy. He should know...he'd lost two already.

She grunted in reply and shrugged again. Dean looked down at his wallet, then looked up and beamed at her, though the smile didn't quite meet his eyes at the sight of the sad, haunted shadow that filled her gaze. "So, whatcha got for me?" he asked, forcing his tone to be cheerful.

"I have a non-smoking room with two queens," she offered and smiled slightly at him when she looked over. "Twenty nine a night. Has a good view of the beach."

"Sounds good. You take plastic?" Dean replied with a slight grimace as he pulled out a Visa. 'Anything but the beach...damn...' he thought in annoyance as he flicked his eyes down to take a quick note of the name before it slid to the nodding receptionist. Transaction complete and keys in his pocket, he waved a sassy farewell to her as he headed outside to the Impala and his brooding brother. He rolled his eyes and slid into the car with nary a variation of the car's standing. "Got us a good one this time. Twenty nine a night...a steal I swear! There's gotta be a catch..." he declared and chuckled as he started the car up and headed them towards room number 215.

Sam merely grunted and Dean had to wonder silently if he was dealing with a bunch of pork stock turned human as he drove them around the building to where their room was situated. Parking once more, they both left the car and grabbed their bags and the weapons from the trunk before heading up the standard 'cement with the paint peeling off' stairs to the second floor. Turning left, Dean led the way to the door and let them in with a slight jiggle of the key when it wouldn't open immediately.

Inside, they took stock of the room and were pleasantly surprised at how well kept it was. "You sure this is a low income place? It's almost like a Holiday Inn..." Sam mumbled as he went inside past his brother and put his bag on the bed farthest from the door.

"And you would know this how?" Dean inquired lightly as he took the bed near the doorway and took a look around, grinning when Sam tossed him a glare while going to the head of the bed.

The bed coverlets were a deep wine color. The pillows were crisp and white when Sam pulled the coverlet off of them and they could see that the sheets were also clean and bleached and had the average beige fleece blanket underneath the coverlet, unlike a lot of sleazy low down hotels with their yellow and stained sheets that just made you not even want to touch them out of fear of what might *still* be crawling in them. The small table between the beds was quaint and also standard and had the customary alarm clock, bible, pad of paper, pen, and surveys. Upon opening the single drawer that was in the small cupboard, Sam found a phonebook and the ad for the previous week’s channels. He clicked the lamp switch so that both were on and continued to look around as did Dean.

“Dude! They’ve got a microwave *and* a mini fridge! What deity did we please this time?” Dean exclaimed suddenly and laughed, bringing a small smile to Sam’s face as well at the genuine sound.

“Prolly some luck demon. Just watch...payback’s in the cable,” Sam replied with a chuckle as he checked out the bathroom while Dean sprawled out in one of the two chairs that were near the small round table which was situated next to the temperature regulator and vents. He reached over and fiddled with the temperature and sighed as he pulled out the laptop to the sounds of Sam looking in the bathroom. He glanced over when his brother returned and flopped unceremoniously onto the bed he’d chosen. “The bathroom’s nice too. No cockroaches this time,” Sam commented and smirked as he glanced at his brother in time to see the shudder and gagging reaction Dean made at the mention.

“I will never get how they couldn’t see that infestation! Talk about grunge mart!” Dean muttered as he began typing a search for information on the laptop. “Oh by the way, the receptionist, Miss Karen, commented that she thinks the drownin’s are being caused by merpeople,” he remarked nonchalantly and grinned slightly as Sam choked on a sharp inhale of breath.

“You’re kidding, right?! Merpeople?!” Sam exclaimed in disbelief as he stared at his lounging brother. He knew the nonchalance was faked, but it was still amusing to watch his brother sprawl like the best of them.

“S’what she said. Seems she might have lost someone close to her because of them. Anyways, she mentioned that every ten years this starts happenin’, where people end up drowned or lost for good. No bodies whatsoever,” Dean explained and sat up as a bit of information caught his eye. “Bingo,” he whispered and smirked.

“What’d you find?” Sam asked as he rolled onto his back and propped his head on his folded arms. He watched his brother, silently admiring him once more before promptly berating himself for even considering such thoughts. They both *so* needed to get laid soon...not that he’d mention that to his brother. Mentioning that he needed to get laid to Dean was like telling some uncontrollable fat kids that there was a ‘Help Wanted’ sign at a candy making factory...too much help and not enough results.

“Seems that Karen was right on the time frequency. Always in the first part of spring around the Pensacola Beach and Pier area every ten years...oh that’s an original name,” Dean elucidated and snorted as he sat back. He glanced at Sam and tilted an eyebrow in question.

“What?” Sam asked and rolled his eyes. “All right all right...should we go to the morgue first or to the beach?” he asked as he pushed himself up onto his elbows.

“Morgue. Let’s see what’s killing the kiddies,” Dean replied quickly as he stood up and stretched, popping several joints as he twisted. He grimaced and rolled his neck and shoulders before grabbing the car keys, which he had tossed onto his bed. “Hurry it up, sleepin’ beauty,” he ordered as he headed for the car, the door shutting behind him with a thunk.

Rolling his eyes again, Sam stood with a groan and bent to the side a couple of times to stretch before following after his brother. He glided into the car as Dean revved the engine and stretched out with a yawn as they drove towards central Pensacola and the police department there. He picked up the box that held all of their new fake IDs that they’d had to get to replace the lost ones with after the accident and poked through them. “What are we this time?” he mumbled as he flicked at the plastic cards that held his and Dean’s faces under various aliases.

“Board of Safety for the Florida Committee on Sea-life Destruction,” Dean rattled off with a naughty grin, which automatically told Sam that he’d been thinking on it for a while. Slowly, Sam looked over at his brother and gave him a look that basically said 'What the fuck?' Catching it as he glanced over, Dean smiled innocently, or as innocently as he could pull off, which wasn’t very innocent at all and more like ‘Oh yea, causing trouble here!’ “What?”

“You’re kidding, right?” Sam asked incredulously as he stared at his brother. “Board of Safety for the Florida Committee on Sea-life Destruction!? What butt-hole did you pull that one from!?” he demanded, though it was quite clear he was trying really hard not to laugh.

“The one that you kiss all the time, now come on! I know I made some good Florida IDs in there!” Dean shot back with a wicked grin. His grin only grew wider as Sam grumbled about stupid IDs and the man behind the names before a card was tossed at him. He glanced at it and shrugged before shoving it into his shirt pocket. “What was that, geek boy?” he asked teasingly at a particularly short comment that flew from his brother’s mouth.

“I *said* that you need to seriously get a life, man,” Sam retorted and rolled his eyes when Dean just snorted with laughter. “I mean come *on*! Board of Safety for Sea-life Destruction? Why not just say we’re reporters or somethin'?” he asked in exasperation.

“Hey! It’s a valid story! Kids are drownin' and we’re there to make sure that the dredgin' doesn’t harm the sea-life!” Dean protested, but he was still laughing through his words as Sam frowned hard, puckering his mouth almost like a monkey as he considered the statement.

“Still moronic,” Sam muttered with a resigned grunt and Dean once more wondered if he had indeed picked up some pork stock somewhere in Mississippi. They drove in relative silence for a bit before Sam said, “And they aren’t all kids. In fact, most of them are in their twenties and early thirties.”

“Oh? Any specific gender?” Dean asked as they waited at a stoplight.

“More male than female. So, if the receptionist is right-“

“Karen.”

“Right, Karen. If she’s right, then we might indeed be dealin’ with a sea creature that’s takin’ great pleasure in drownin’ people and not eatin' them,” Sam finished as he scratched at the back of his neck tiredly. He so needed a shower and some bed time...

“Yea prolly. Still can’t believe it’s happenin' at the ocean though. Why can’t people drown in a simple pool? People do that all the time,” Dean grumbled as he tapped his fingers on the wheel in a rhythm only he could hear in his head.

“What’s with you and the ocean? I mean, since we started this whole thing, you’ve been bitchin’ about it bein' at the ocean. It’s not that dangerous,” Sam pointed out in irritation.

“Uhhhuh, you tell that to those guys and gals who’ve been found floatin' in that not so dangerous ocean,” Dean retorted stubbornly before turning them into the parking lot that was across the street from the police station. He put the Impala into park and was about to get out when Sam turned to him, dawning understanding on his unshaven face.

“You’re afraid of the ocean, aren’t you?” Sam asked in amazement as he stared at his brother, who was suddenly looking *anywhere* but at Sam.

“Not afraid! Just...well it’s none of your damn business!” Dean shot back and quickly got out of the car as Sam laughed in utter disbelief.

Quickly following his brother, Sam caught up to Dean, who was striding as fast as he could towards the buzzing police station. “But you can swim! And real good at that! How can you be afraid-“

“I’m not afraid, ok?! It’s just that I don’t like not bein' able to see the bottom, ok?! Got it?! Now drop it, Sam!” Dean snarled, startling his brother into stopping. He took that opportunity and strode into the station ahead of his stunned brother while working to regain his cool. By the time he’d gotten to the reception desk, he was calm and had a charming smile on his face for the old lady that was sitting behind it. “Hello, ma’am. I’m Derek Wintergreen and I’ve been sent here with my partner Alastor Beanin' from the Board of Safety for the Florida Committee on Sea-life Destruction to investigate the recent drownin’s and the effect that it might be havin' on the sea-life. We’d like to take a look at one of the bodies and determine if there are any poisons or other substances involved,” he drawled smoothly and shot Sam, who had caught up to him in time to hear his alias, a ‘payback’s a bitch, buddy’ grin.

Swallowing hard and forcing a smile at the older woman, Sam nodded. “If you could please, ma’am. We’d like that as soon as possible,” he added weakly.

“I’ll need some ID from ya both,” the receptionist stated crisply and they both flashed their badges. She sighed and nodded before standing. “I need you to fill out some paperwork then. Let me go get that,” she said as she waddled off, her smaller legs bowed from what could have been a childhood injury.

As soon as she was out of sight, Dean and Sam headed back towards where the lab was and snuck inside. Once inside, Sam kicked Dean hard. “Alastor Beaning?!” he hissed out as he glared at his grinning brother.

“Hey, s’what you get for being nosy and late,” Dean replied with a shrug and laughed as he headed for the body that was laid out nearby. He pulled back the sheet as Sam pulled on some gloves before taking the ones offered to him. “Shit, check this out...scales along his jaw line and neck,” he murmured as they looked over the corpse.

“And slits like gills. Dean, check this out...the wound,” Sam pointed out as he looked at the crusted hole that was in the center of the corpse’s stomach. “Looks like he was pierced, but it wasn’t life threatening.”

“No, more like his transformation wasn’t enough or something went seriously wrong...check this,” Dean said as he brought up the stiff arm. They looked at each other with identical looks of concern and shock.

The man’s hands were webbed and clawed and scales had already begun to cover most of the limb in a pattern similar to a fish. They grimly looked the body over some more and found that the legs had started to fuse together and also had scales along the thighs and calves while the feet had become webbed, but had also started to become more transparent. A look into the mouth showed fangs, mainly canines grown longer, and they discovered that the ears had melded with the skull so that only bits of cartilage and the hole were visible. Under the eyelids the pupils were revealed to be fully dilated and larger, looking almost fishlike, but distinctly human as well.

“This guy was becoming...a merman. I can’t believe it...but what went wrong?” Sam whispered in awe as they covered the body up.

“Don’t know. But it’s definitely something we need to check into. If there really is something out there changing these people into this, we need to stop it before more are killed,” Dean responded grimly before tossing his gloves away. The image had been worse than he had thought and he definitely wanted this case to be over and done with *now*. “Come on.”

They headed out of the lab and were at the desk just as the old lady returned from her trip. Dean pulled out his phone and pretended to talk into it to someone ‘important’ as Sam spoke quietly with the woman, explaining to her how they needed to head out as a new lead had come in from another source. They walked away with the ‘required’ form to fill out, which of course they planned on not doing, and went to the car. Returning to the hotel, they both agreed that sleep, food, and cleaning up were top priority before resuming their search. So, as Dean showered, Sam got food and ate his pepperoni and cheese pizza, saving the sausage and pepperoni pizza for Dean.

Dean emerged in a cloud of steam and pulled on his pair of boxer briefs before attacking his pizza as Sam went into the shower. He browsed online a bit, searching for anything that might help them with the whole merpeople aspect, but didn’t find much beyond what was given in myths. He had a feeling that things would be discovered more when they went to Pensacola Pier the next day.

When Sam emerged clean and wet, he finished off his pizza as Dean commented on what he’d found so far. Finishing with the food, they cleaned up the mess before climbing into bed. They talked for a few minutes before falling asleep, too exhausted to even think anymore. The next morning would bring them more things to investigate, but for the time being they rested.