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The Little Mermaid
Sam groaned as he opened his eyes. He was laying face down on a smooth object - maybe a table or something. He tried to blink what he thought was sleep out his eyes, since his vision was still kind of wavy around the edges, but it didn’t seem to make a difference. So, he slowly sat up, or tried to, until he looked down at what had once been a pair of long, manly legs.
Now he had a long green fish tail, all the way from his hips to his where his feet should have been.
Sam screamed.
…
Dean was woken up to a rough tongue licking across his cheek.
“I swear if that’s you Sammy I’m gonna cut out your tongue,” he mumbled as he opened one eye, seeing a large shaggy dog sitting by his head. “Ugh. Dogs,” he muttered, never much of a fan for the four-legged animals. He sat up and glanced down at his clothes - white button down, blue pants, black boots - there was no real way to tell what the hell kind of story he was in now. He didn’t know of many - if any- fairytales that had dogs in it.
Great. Where the hell was Sam?
And then he had to think on another thought… Sam had kissed him in the last story. Had to kiss him awake with true loves kiss, or whatever the hell it was called. And what the hell was that supposed to mean?
…
Okay, so Sam was a mermaid. The Little Mermaid he had to guess. He really hoped this was Disney’s version and not the original, because that one does not end pretty for him. With little thought of the matter, Sam was up and swimming around in small circles.
“Okay, not so hard,” he muttered, looking around now, trying to figure out where to go now. He was getting the pattern of the witches stories - one of them would be the damsel, the other the hero. So if Sam was Ariel, that meant he had to get legs and get up onto dry land to find his Prince Eric - he meant, his brother .
Which meant, to get legs, he had to find whoever was playing the sea witch.
With that in mind, he began to swim.
…
He found the cave easily enough, it was dark and foreboding while everything else was shimmering shades of blues and greens. He swam in slowly, looking around.
He was so distracted that he didn't see the blood red tentacle before it was too late, wrapping around his middle and dragging him farther into the cave.
"Samuel. Always so good to see you." He looked up to see Rowena grinning at him, her hair up in a messy bun on top of her head and then, from her chest down, was slick red and ended in long, suctioned tentacles.
"Is every witch in this story gonna be played by you?" he asked, making her shrug as she moved around a large pot.
"How many other witches do you know? Now. Enough small talk Samuel! What can I do for you? Why have you come to the Sea Witch?"
"I need to be made human," he said, waggling his tail for emphasis. "I gotta find Dean.
"Well you know the drill Samuel. Give me your voice, I'll give you legs, you've got three days to make him fall in love, blah blah blah. Just say the word."
"Fall in love?! That's my brother!" Rowena sighed and slithered a little closer to him.
"Has that ever really mattered to either of you?" she asked quietly, eyes growing dark. He squirmed a bit at her implications "Now Samuel. Say what you want." Sam sighed and threw up his hands.
"I wanna be human."
She cackled and began to throw things into the pot, which in turn exploded around them, shooting Sam straight up to the surface.
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Dean was on the beach with the dog again when he noticed a large man sprawled out on the beach.
"Sammy!" Dean leaned over his brother, who had something wrapped around his waist, hair damp and curling up around his face. "Sammy?" Dean patted his face, and finally he found himself looking into those soft hazel eyes he knew so well. Sam blinked a couple of times and finally noticed who was staring at him. He moved his lips, trying to speak, but nothing came out. "What the hell?" Sam sighed and finally sat up, meeting Dean's eyes, his own betraying his annoyance.
Sam made a few vague movements between the two of them, a kissy face, and a heart with his hands. Luckily, Dean could speak Sam.
"We gotta kiss? Again?" Sam nodded and Dean groaned. "What is up with this witch?" Sam shrugged, but his face began to heat up as he realized he wasn't completely turned off with the idea of kissing his brother. How fucked up was that?
Dean didn’t miss the embarrassed flush on his brother’s face, and tried to will his own away. Looks like neither of them were truly against kissing the other, and what the fuck could that mean? Dean wasn’t supposed to want to kiss his little brother. His little brother wasn’t supposed to want to kiss him.
What was this witch playing at? Dean groaned and helped Sam to stand, who seemed to wobble much more than usual, so Dean slipped an arm around his waist - which just reminded Dean that his brother was essentially naked - and helped hold him up.
“Okay Chatty Cathy, let's get you some clothes.”
…
Sam was dressed and seated at a large table- since Dean was playing the prince part, he had found himself in a nice large castle by the sea. Talk about living the high life.
Dean dug out some paper and a quill - because of course this place wouldn’t have pens, nope, had to have quills and ink - and got Sam to write down what was going on now. Dean leaned over Sam’s shoulder, reading as he wrote.
“Little Mermaid… 3 days for true loves kiss.... wait, you’re a fish?!” Sam gave Dean one of his best bitchfaces and went back to writing. “K. Not the point. Got it. No voice… Rowena is an octopus?” Another bitchface. “Fine. Okay. You can’t talk, and we gotta kiss. So let’s kiss and get it over with,” Dean said, moving to sit next to Sam, who shook his head. “What?” Sam wrote something down and handed it to him. “Don’t think it’ll work that way. I need to make you love me,” Dean read, glancing at Sam now. “But I already love you?” Dean didn’t miss the flush now spreading over his brother’s cheeks, and it made him feel way too warm and fuzzy. “Okay, enough of this chick-flick moment. Just let me kiss you Sammy.” Sam shook his head again, frowning. “What now?”
Sam made to write something else down but Dean grabbed his hand. Sam cocked his head in question as Dean sighed.
“I think it’ll work Sammy. We don’t need three days.”
Sam flushed, heat spreading across his cheeks and down his neck. Dean rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment - he hadn’t realized how deep his feelings for Sam went until they were stuck in these stupid stories. Dean leaned forward just a bit, and Sam copied his movements almost exactly, until they were both only a breath away from each other.
“YOU THINK YOU TWO CAN JUST MESS UP MY STORIES LIKE THIS?!?” They were both yanked back and away from each other, falling flat on their backs.
They were ripped out of the story and back into the small library where they had started. Sally was in the middle of the room, practically snarling as the two men tried to sit up from where they had fallen.
“Sammy?” Dean called, and Sam groaned, his throat raw and voice haggard as he let out a choked cry of ‘Dean’. Dean sighed, glad to hear Sam’s voice back. The witch turned on him first, leaving her back turned to Sam, who was still making his way to sitting up. Dean was slowly rising to his feet, the strength returning quicker to him than it was to his little brother.
“I had so many stories planned for you two. Cinderella , The Wizard of Oz, The Swan Princess! So many options... But you two... “ she took a deep breath through her nose and breathed out through her mouth, trying to compose herself. “You two… Everyone knew you two were… and yes, the stories were supposed to push those feelings out in the open… but you two…. You were supposed to play the parts in the story! If you just go off willy-nilly and do your own things, where does that leave me, the writer? The creator?! YOU WINCHESTERS RUIN EVERYTHING!” She raised her hand up to Dean, about to shoot something at him, some spell or something, but Sam was quicker, now that he was back on his feet.
He pushed a solid silver dagger into her chest from behind, straight through her heart.
Neither brother expected her to explode.
After they were covered in what looked like disgusting green slime, they looked down between them to see a beaten, slime-covered book lying by their feet.
“Well, that’s new.”
…
After they had burned the book that had been left behind, making sure it was nothing but ash, they went back to the bunker, showered off the disgusting slime that was beginning to dry to their skin, and met back in the kitchen.
Without even looking at his brother, Sam pulled two beers from the fridge and handed one to Dean, who took it, but set it down and pulled Sam’s from his fingers.
“Sammy?” Sam, who was a good three inches taller than his big brother, finally raised his eyes to look straight into the green ones that he knew so well. “You know I don’t do these… moments, very well,” Dean said, seeming to struggle for words. Sam nodded, deciding to save his brother from hurting himself.
It was almost too easy, like this is something he had always been meant to do, as he slipped his hands around Dean’s face and pulled him close, kissing him deeply. Dean’s arms immediately came around him, his hands spreading over Sam’s back, bringing him closer as he took control of the kiss.
When they finally parted for air, Sam’s hands were now on Dean’s shoulders and Dean kept his arms firmly around Sam’s waist.
“So does this make me your Prince Charming?” Dean asked, making Sam snort as he rested his forehead against Dean’s shoulder.
“I don’t care how many times you ask, I’m not putting on a princess dress.” Now Dean snorted, pulling Sam against his chest just a little tighter.
He wasn’t one for sappy fairytales, but this was one story that he was interested in seeing play out.