The human and the merman
”I’m feeling pretty rejected, but I’m sure we can work past that.” Dean mumbled, not wanting to make the other mad again. ”Tell me about the sea.” He said, swimming closer. He’d promised Cas they would just talk, and he genuinely wanted to know about the ocean. And despite Castiel’s doubt, he really was interested in him. Not just as a merman, but as a person. He was sure it wouldn’t have been the same if Cas was someone else.
Cas huffed under his breath, crossing his arms under the water. He was still pretty annoyed, because it was better than remaining hurt. And if he thought about it he would still be hurt. Emotions ran deep in his race, deep enough it was almost unperceivable sometimes. But when something strikes a chord it isn’t easy to get over.
He pressed his lips together. “What do you want to know?” Castiel asked. He wasn’t so much rejecting Dean as completely wary of getting hurt again. Hence the distance he kept himself, eyeing Dean with those turquoise eyes, glowing bright in the dark of their refuge.
”I don’t know.” Dean shrugged, trying to think. He had the opportunity to talk to a merman, for Christ’s sake. For some damn reason his mouth refused to cooperate with his mind, and he remained silent. Five minutes later, he finally spoke up. ”Everything.” He said, chuckling.
”Tell me what you like, what you don’t like, what you dream of…”
Castiel didn’t mind the silence, but it sort of made him assume the other didn’t want to talk. He’d swam about absently, enjoying the almost hot water against his skin and scales when dean spoke again, and he turned, eyes winking out of the pitch black from the other side of the cave.
"I like the water. I don’t like being too dry or too hot. I enjoy horticulture. I dream about belonging." He shrugged, splashing as he turned idly in the water. "What about you."
”Horticulture? Well I’m more of a cars-and-beers man myself. Got a nice Impala called baby.” Dean smiled. ”I don’t really… Don’t think I have any dreams. I mean, I try to save as many people as I can, but that’s kind of it. I wasn’t really born to dream, I was born to follow orders.” He shrugged, sighing. ”I like pie and I don’t like feelings.”