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Who: Dean doing the OTA thing
Broadcast: fleetwide video
Action: anybody on the Marsiva
When: 1/27 - 1/29

a; (acting alone)

[ The video cuts in accidentally (are accidents ever accidental?) to Dean using a plastic knife of all things to pry a panel, about four feet in each direction, off the wall in front of him. It takes some jimmying, but after a couple seconds, it pops right off, and Dean catches it before it falls more than an inch or so open. He looks around quickly as he slides the panel aside (got to work fast with cameras on and no easy way to disable them), but when he looks to what the panel was covering, his head jerks back in surprise. Then he crouches in close to get a better look. ]

...Really?

[ Behind the panel is a network of machinery, all interwoven, some of it whirring quietly as it moves together like... like nothing Dean's ever seen. He stares at it, his expression as openly mystified as he feels before he slides the panel back on and snaps it back into place. He stands, loose-limbed and completely clueless as to what the hell he's supposed to do with that. ]

Oh, this is way above my pay grade.

[ Seriously. Where are the air ducts? The red and green wires? The, you know, normal wall stuff? Dean thought he could figure this spaceship thing out, but damn it, Shatner and Ford never prepared him for this level of sci-fi weirdness. ]

b; (the buddy system)

[ In the cafeteria sometime later, Dean is scouting out anybody who looks like they could throw a decent punch. Why? To fight them, of course.

Now, he's not going to go right up to somebody and just sock 'em one. Come on, he's not stupid. No, he's going to try to antagonize them into punching him, instead.

Look, alright, it's worked before. ...Except the other guy ended up dead. It's a long story. Anyway.

You can find Dean staring at you if you're the kind of type who looks rough and tumble and easily angered. Or you might find him eyeing up the big burly-looking guy in the corner in a completely no-homo kind of way. You might also observe his fine table manners, as while he's doing his "sizing up" of the room, he's also shoving food in his face and chewing with his mouth open, because damn, you get hungry after puking as much as he has in the past two days.

Or you might find Dean getting the crap beaten out of him by someone twice his size (which is saying a lot; he's not a small guy). You might want to help him, if you're the helpful kind of person, because the non-existent authorities sure aren't going to step in, and somebody should. Or you might find him after nobody did step in to help him because, let's be real, he deserves the black eye and busted lip and bruised kidney he gets. Just don't expect him to apologize if he got any blood on you. A little blood's not going to kill you, and everybody knows a blood splatter always makes for good TV. ]

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[ oh, that's -

oh.

it's like a splash of cold water right down his spine, and cas is pretty glad to be alone here right now, under this tree in this park, so no one's around to see him drop his guard so quickly. he's not even sure whether he should be glad to see him or not, all things considered. ]

[ ahem, right, here goes the smile. ]

That's, uh, pretty innovative thinking. I guess. Probably wouldn't screw with it any more, though.

[ He recognizes the voice without looking, of course he does, but he's to Cas on his shoulder, berating like usual, and it's just so damned natural and Dean's so distracted by his failure that his head doesn't put together right away the fact that he's on a spaceship, and that Cas shouldn't be here behind him. He just answers by rote as he turns. ]

Yeah thanks, pal, I'll already put the-

[ And then it hits him, the space thing, and Cas. Cas is space. ]

Cas? [ Well, it kind of makes sense. If anybody's going to be, it's... Where's the trench coat? ] Hey. Something happen? [ Besides, you know. Space. Kidnapping. Reality show. If only this constituted "weird" for them... ] You look...

[ .. ah. right. okay. not the dean he knows, fair enough. cas can't tell the difference, with so much space between them; talking across these devices doesn't really afford him the chance to feel anything.

he's trying not to be disappointed. it's probably for the better. ]

Uh.. [ raking a hand back through his hair. ] .. like shit? Yeah, I know. You've mentioned that before.

[ Dean lifts an eyebrow high and is slow to answer. ]

Human. ...Is what I was gonna say.

[ But just the word "shit" out of Cas's mouth is freaky, never mind the way he looks. But then some people have been talking about alternate universes and time moving strange. He shouldn't be so surprise that it affected Cas, too.

Maybe Dean's wrong, though, and Cas's still got his angel mojo. Maybe he really did just lose the trench coat, and loosen up in however long he's been reality-hopping. And yeah, end up looking like crap for it. ...There's just something off about the whole thing. ]

[ .. human. right. cas glances away for a moment, chewing thoughtfully at his lip. it's easy to jump to the worst conclusions. ]

Well, you're not wrong.

[ but he's leaning forward now, from where he's sitting at this little picnic table at the park. it's simple enough to deflect the topic right off of himself and back to dean, however, which is right where he wants it. ]

More importantly, you. You're probably freaking out right about now, right?

[ Dean stares in open concern. Because he's seen Cas human before, and it's never a good way for him to be.

He pushes his lips up and shakes his head, and lies easy. ]

No, I'm good. You know, getting abducted by aliens isn't half bad as I was expecting it to be. Nobody's tried to probe me, and nothing's burst out of my chest yet. They're even gonna pay us. I'm like a Kardashian here. They're gonna hate watching me but, man? I'm good.

[ More like he goddamn hates it here and he's about to tear his hair out about it. But Cas being human is more important than the rest of Dean's problems right now. ]

So what happened to you, Cas? I thought angels were universal frequency. You can't get a signal out here?

[ he knows your lying faces, dean. has been up close and personal with them for the past five years. but you know what, he still can't help the smile that darts across his mouth anyway, warm with nostalgia. it's been a long time since he's seen dean talk like this.

or, well, a few days, technically, but before that? he can't remember the last time he heard dean joke about anything, especially under duress. he doesn't press for more though, because dean's good under stress, and so long as he's not tearing apart the ship or getting his ass kicked anymore, cas is satisfied.

but this isn't a goddamned pong game, dean, stop deflecting his deflections. ]

I haven't gotten a signal in years, Dean. Who knows what the angels are up to, don't look to me for answers, I've got nothing.

[ Wow, that smile and the way he says it hits Dean with memories of a time he'd all but forgotten. ...Or tried to, anyway. ]

You're from 2014?

[ Is what he asks, but "You're high? You're that Cas? From Zachariah's little freak show? With the Croatoan virus, and the apocalypse, and Sam saying 'yes' to Lucifer?" might as well be there in the question. ]

[ a heavy sigh. cas runs a hand back through his unkempt hair and shrugs, still maintaining that now slightly nervous smile. ]

You don't miss a beat, huh? So you remember, then.

Yeah, I remember.

[ Actually, he makes missing beats a freaking habit, but there are some things he just can't help but notice. Cas when he was human and in Dean's timeline was nothing like the Cas Zachariah showed him. He was miserable, and not in the dark-side-of-the-rainbow kind of way. ]

This little space odyssey must be like Disneyland for you. No Croatoan virus. No Lucifer. Hell, when we find the wormhole out of this place, I bet we're gonna have trouble dragging you back.

Yeah, it's, uh.. it's been pretty good.

[ bit of an understatement, really, but cas is still waiting for the day for it all to go pop, for the other shoe to drop, and the catch to rear its ugly head. as far as going back home, though - a brief shadow ghosts behind his eyes, and cas laughs in that thin sort of way, and he almost says it, that he's got nowhere to be going back to anyway, that he's living on borrowed time as it is, because this is dean. this is the only person here he can trust fully and completely.

but in the end he can't bring himself to say it anyway, because that's not something dean needs to be worried about right now. ]

What about you? You're looking older than I remember. What year are you from?

[ It's still just as funny now as it was then, watching this guy who is Cas but who isn't. Cas how he would've been if the world really went to hell. ....Or did. Because Dean likes to pretend that what Zachariah showed him was as good as a dream, nothing real, not like something that could actually happen. But Cas being here means... It happened. Somewhere, it happened, and they had to live through it.

That's a hell of a downer. It's not like Dean approves of all the drugs or the orgies or anything, but he sure is itching for a drink himself, just thinking about it. His voice is a little rougher for it when he answer. ]

2015, about halfway through. [ After a beat he asks. ] How long've you been here? You talk to Sam?

[ Because, for all Dean knows, this is the Cas that everybody's talking about, from that place with the cloud god, or whatever the hell it was. Dean thought he was, until he thought he wasn't. And now... Now, he's got no idea. But Cas should talk to Sam, either way. It'd probably be good for him. ...considering. ]

[ halfway through 2015, all right, so not too terribly far from sam, then. like as not they're from the same timeline. that's good. it's good that they're together again in this place, even if cas can already see they're back to bickering like cats and dogs.

but it feels right. not going after sam back home.. it'd been wrong. honestly, it's probably the biggest mistake that they made. if he'd made more of an effort to reach out to sam, if he'd done more to convince dean to find him, to work together - well, chances are it wouldn't have all gone to shit. chances are his dean and sam would be just where these guys are now. older, tougher, but still alive. still free. nothing like the dean he's known these past few years. and maybe he'd still be an angel, not.. this.

he sits back a little, a thoughtful crease in his brow. ]

A week or two, thereabouts. And uh, yeah actually Sam and I are on the same ship. Haven't seen much of him since we landed on the station though, been busy.

[ been drunk and/or high, tbh, but also making money, and occasionally hanging out in parks, too, like this. even if he's definitely a little stoned right now but it's whatever. ]

Busy.

[ Dean parrots back. Because Cas, the angel Cas, being busy, sure, means business. But Cas like this? Dean's not really sure he wants to know. The guy's a survivor, a fighter, he's Cas, but he's also... He's different. ]

Well, you find out anything? About this Atroma group, what they are, how they brought us here? How to stop 'em?

Nope. Not a thing.

[ dean's not going to happy to hear it, he knows - past or future, dean's always been about results, can't stand being idle or sitting on his hands too long without going stir crazy. at least, if they're in the middle of a mission, or a case, years ago. days off are another story, but these past few years.. dean doesn't really bother with those, either. ]

They cover their tracks like nothing I've ever seen. No one seems to know anything at all. We don't even know if it's a group. Might just be one person, or a company name, or.. anything. Hell if I know.

Yeah, that's what everybody's saying.

[ Nothing. But at least it sounds like Cas actually looked into it. He tried; Dean can't really ask more of him that. ]

Thanks for looking into it, Cas. You find anything out, you let me know, alright?

[ He knows Cas would, more than anybody. But it's still nice to hear it, to feel like it's not all for nothing, at least, if he's not just the only one working on finding an answer. There's only so much he can do alone, and he hates that. Working alone. Everything's easier when you've got someone else on your side. ]

[ wow, dean said thanks. that's a novel concept. cas's eyebrows lift for a moment, but then he grins. ]

You got it, boss.

[ not like dean even needs to ask, really; anything cas finds out would be surely redirected right to him, and sam, and on down the line from there, but so far this place has been quiet, and even if dean might not like it, cas is trying to enjoy himself here.

speaking of - ]

More importantly, you tried the food, yet?

[ ....Come on, it's not that novel.

Anyway, the food? Dean's had it. Had a burger and fries and everything. Which is amazing because, frankly, he was expecting little capsules you have to put water on or foil packets, if the movies have taught him anything about life in space. ]

Yeah, it's good.

[ But now that Cas is asking, Dean's having second thoughts about what he ate. ]

...That hamburger was from a cow, wasn't it? God, tell me they're not serving Soylent Green on this thing.

Edited (IT'S PEOPLE) 2016-02-03 05:37 (UTC)

I have no idea what that is. I also have no idea if it was a cow. Probably wasn't, actually, but I mean hey, who cares. Tasted great, right?

[ cas can't help the grin as he leans on his elbows, a little closer to the feed. ]

Anyway, that's not the problem. The problem is that the food on these little ships - it sucks. So, uh, if you want to be a pal..

[ That's disgusting. And Cas doesn't even care?? Cas, you're disgusting. And it's a good thing Dean's not eating right now, or else he'd've lost his appetite.

He doesn't look too happ over the prospect of worse food coming, either. You're just full of good news, buddy, aren't you? ]

Look, if I could find a way off of here, I'd bring you a peopleburger, no questions asked. But if you didn't notice, Cas, I'm grounded on the damn thing. So unless you know some way of getting me off... You're out of luck.

[ why should he even care. he's been eating like, canned beans and expired food for the past five years, peopleburgers are great, and he's not people anyway. except they're probably just space cow, dean, stop being so dang dramatic. ]

First off, I don't want the peopleburgers, though they were pretty good, yeah. Secondly, you're probably only going to be on that ship for a few more days. You'll be knocked off into one of these smaller ones, soon enough.

[ so fill your pockets and bring him goodies please!! ]

[ Peopleburgers are not GREAT. You ration food in the future/past you're from, Cas, you don't eat people. There's a huge difference. Dean has every right to be dramatic here. ]

Oh, okay, I'll just shove some fries down my pants for you, pal. No problem. See you in a couple days.

[ Seriously, Cas, get your priorities straight. ]

[ well we'll argue this again someday if we ever actually find out they ARE peopleburgers, for now you're just being overdramatic!! ]

Woahwoahwoah--hey! You've only got so much room in your pants, don't bother with the fries. Peanut butter and jelly sandwiches! They'll last longer.

[ a beat. ]

Oh, and those little bags of the cookies. Don't forget!

[ No we won't, because Dean ate those things okay, and if they really were peopleburgers, he doesn't want to know. ]

Sandwiches. [ Dean sounds real enthusiastic about the idea. ] That's what you're worried about.

[ Cas, man... Dean knows things were bad in your time, but seriously? That's where you're throwing your chips, on PB & J? At least go for the steak. ]

And say I'm feeling generous and pack your school lunch for you, since it's that important. What about me? What do I get out of this?

[ Because if the food really is crap off this thing, he's packing for himself, not for Cas. Sorry man, you went through it, you had your chance. Should've planned ahead if you wanted PB&J that bad. ]

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