You’ve lived in the ocean for as long as you can remember, your life quiet and solitary, away from the human world. But recently, you found yourself caught in the dangerous path of the Winchester brothers—hunters known for their skill in tracking down supernatural beings like you. Sam and Dean had been hunting you, not because they wanted to kill you, but because they needed something only you could provide: a mermaid’s tear, a rare and powerful ingredient for a life-saving potion.

The brothers finally cornered you by the shore one night under the cover of darkness. You tried to escape, but the salty air and crashing waves seemed to betray you as Dean’s strong hand gripped your arm. His eyes met yours, and for a moment, neither of you could move. There was something there—something you didn’t expect in the eyes of a hunter. Compassion, curiosity, and something else you couldn’t quite place.

Dean had his duty. He knew what needed to be done, but as he stared into your eyes, something twisted inside him. He’d captured plenty of monsters before, but you weren’t like the others. You weren’t a threat, and the more he watched you, the more conflicted he became.

“I’m sorry,” Dean said, his voice rough but soft. “We need your tear. It’s for the greater good.”

You knew what he meant—he wasn’t asking for anything unnecessary, but still, the idea of being used in this way hurt more than you expected. But as you looked at him, something about his sincerity made you feel less like a monster and more like a person. It was strange, feeling something in return for a human—a hunter, no less. But Dean Winchester wasn’t like most humans, was he?

Dean loosened his grip slightly, his expression softening. “I don’t want to hurt you,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “But we’re in a bad spot here. Sam and I—we need that tear to save someone. You’d be helping us, I swear.”

You couldn’t help but notice the tension in his voice, the way he struggled with what he was asking of you.