Craving Music

[seaphonic]

Who: Dean Winchester & Syrena
When: May 15th.
Where:The docks.
Summary: You haven't lived until you've heard Zeppelin.
Warning: Tsundere mermaid? Other than that none.

Perhaps, Syrena thought, this morning would be an interesting and entertaining one. Many people had sung and played music for her, soothing her initial displeasure as she'd combed her hair off shore on one of her favourite rocks. A man had promised her music, and although she did not know his name, the desire to hear this 'Zepplin' was enough to have her agree to have him meet her. He did not seem dangerous or harmful. If he was, well...she'd just do what she had to unruly fishermen that had tried to catch her in their nets just before dusk.

Nothing quite tasted like human flesh did. It certainly was a delicacy like no other.

Syrena already had had her fill of fish thus far, nor would she attack or eat someone who wasn't really asking for it. Thus she was in a decent mood as she swam her way over to where the docks were, waiting off to the side, just below the murky surface to wait for Dean to show up. She'd spot or hear him before he'd see her, surely.

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[seaphonic]

Her face fell, but only slightly as she took that as her cue to slip from the dock and fall back into the water with a splash. It only took her a moment to surface once again. Dean had promised he would return and if he was true to his word then he would return. Hopefully with pie.

"I will keep you to your word. See to it that you do not go back on it."

[mulletrock]

"I won't," Dean waves his hand before walking away. He can't help but feel like that's a well hidden threat. She has nothing to worry about. As far as carnivorous creatures went he actually enjoyed her company, and that was a first. Sure, she was a little weird, but after dealing with Cas the past year or so that kind of behavior didn't really surprise him.

[seaphonic]

At the wave of his hand, Syrena dove below the surface, tail making a satisfying splash before it slipped beneath with the rest of her. It was still early although the morning had grown old. Perhaps she'd sunbathe out along the coast, far from where people usually spent their time. Perhaps she'd collect shells.

Regardless of what she did, Dean had been welcome company. Hopefully he'd visit again soon.