Grey

8.

"Mermaids?" I repeat back slowly.

Sam nods being dead serious.

"Like little-freaking-mermaid?" Dean asks stunned.

"Yeah expect little mermaid gone evil. I was reading some Japanese folk lore and a lot of them say mermaids aren't very nice as other stories make them out to be. They sing a song only men are effected by, before leading them to their deaths."

"Let me guess, they grow fangs or something?" I say sitting down on the bed.

"Close, they turn into this." He says turning the laptop towards me. A sketch of a mermaid creature with a large-snake-like jaw appeared.

"Fangs that come in fours," I point out looking at the sketch. He nods turning it back towards him. "So how do we kill it?"

"Just says any man made metal will do."

"Perfect." Dean smirks pulling out a knife.

"So wait, why are they killing? And why now?" I ask still confused.

"Well apparently this might not be recent. Says they kill every decade or so to stay young."

"Ha so like, mermaid botox?" Dean says laughing at his own joke.

Sam and I just stare at him blankly as his laughter dies down.

"What? That's funny!"

I copy Sam's reaction and roll my eyes at him.

"Anyway, should we head out tonight?" I ask.

"Nah, it's getting pretty dark. No sense of fighting these things in the dark. We'll leave at dawn. Get a boat out there." Sam says. I hear Dean groan.

"Excellent. I love waking up at the crack of dawn to kill killer mermaids."

"We can't afford to waste anymore time Dean, three have died already."

"Yeah, yeah I know. Perfect way to start the day."

~

"STOP!" I screech at the top of my lungs. "NO!"

My father stalked towards me with bloody knuckles. I've seen this before. I've lived this. I was fifteen.

"Shut up!" Smack "How many times do I have to tell you!" Smack "Shut up!" Smack

"DAD!" I scream shooting up. I'm surroundings were different as I realized I was in a motel room.

It was a dream. It was just a dream.

Sweat stuck to my entire body making me feel gross.

"Grey? You alright?" I hear Dean whisper in the dark.

Dammit.

"Yeah, sorry, didn't mean to wake you. I'm just gonna go take a shower."

I see his figure sitting up on the bed and another big one raise up on the other.

"You sure? You sounded-" It was Sam who spoke this time but I cut him off.

"Yeah. I'm sorry I woke you- I'm sorry." I stumble on my words as I quickly get up on my way to the bathroom.

I shut the door quickly, locking it. I felt like I was going to start crying or something. I hated that. Especially now because I knew I couldn't stop it. I start the shower in attempt to distract them from any up coming muffled cries I might have. I rip my clothes off and get in the steaming hot water.