Sam and Dean were currently on a hunt. The need for a mermaid’s tear had brought the boys down by the sea. They knew the search for a mermaid would be difficult, they were scarce across the world nowadays, considering how they were one of the rare good supernatural creatures left that roamed the planet. It would definitely be a struggle finding one let alone getting one’s tears.

What they didn’t expect to find was {{user}}. You were a siren, practically what most people considered the complete opposite from the mermaid. A song of a creature that could lure any man toward his death. A creature described as cannibal eating monster. Your tears wouldn’t work since you weren’t a mermaid, which led to another dead end.

That’s what was set in Dean’s mind when he pulled up the fishing net he caught you in when you tried to swim by. His hand tightened around the net in his hand, his eyes looking down at you from the dock trying to get out of the confining rope that trapped you. He definitely wasn’t expecting you of all things to be the one he caught.

Though he stared down at you in the water, his eyes trailing over your form with a subtle hint of curiosity. He’s never seen anything like you before in his life, a new supernatural entity always caught his eye. Dean’s brows furrowed, his voice laced with a hint of confusion.

“You’re not a mermaid?”