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Red Fish assemble!

Who: Crew and visitors of the SS Red Fish
Broadcast: Nah
Action: Aboard the good ship Red Fish
When: End of February--Beginning of March?

[why is it called the Red Fish when the place looks more like a spiky dungeon than anything having to do with aquatic wildlife? no one knows.

it might be an unconventional atmosphere for socializing, but the lovable crew of the Red Fish isn't going to let a little thing like that stop them from bonding, are they?]

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Wanna share?

[It's not like there isn't room. It's floor space behind a crate, not a closet. And if he says no, she can always vacate to the kitchen. She's put her head down in there plenty of times.]

[ cas contemplates for a moment, then shrugs, and toes off his boots, shucks off his canvas jacket and sinks down. the floor is hard beneath the blankets, but that doesn't bother him, so he tosses his pillow to the floor and throws himself down onto his back, muffling a yawn behind his knuckles. ]

So. [ a beat. ] What's up, buttercup? Don't think I haven't noticed you've been mopey.

I'm...

[She almost does it. She almost less and says she's fine. Because being fine is how she gets through.]

Lost some people. Friends. A lot since being brought here. Another close friend disappear in the last shuffle.

[She's not crying and breaking things. She's just sad, holding all the rest of it in, the pain, the grieving of loss, is exhausting. She can't keep up the cheerful face.]

I'll be okay.

'Course you will be. You're tough.

[ he turns his head toward her on the pillow, and his eyes are hooded but no less watchful for it, and there's subtle sympathy in his expression. ]

Still, losing people.. never gets easier. They went home, right?

[She casts him a small smile, grateful for the words.]

I don't know. Maybe. I hope so.

[ cas knows full well that they've got no real certainty on that, that there's no way to know whether or not people are being sent home, but.. well. he's not the optimistic sort, he's always been a realist, and after all he's been through that's honestly thinning too, giving way to cynicism, but she needs better than that. ]

I'm sorry.

[ it's all he can think to say. giving her false hope doesn't seem right, she's going to have to work through the pain on her own, and all he can do is just, you know. be here, in case she needs the support. or distract her. ]

You know, when I was an angel, I was really bad at friends. Terrible, actually. [ he chuckles. ] Billions of years old, but naive as a toddler in a lot of ways.

[She scoots down, back to laying on the floor, facing him on her side. She is utterly without any kind of preparation, so she lays her head on her arm. She wants distraction and the company is more than welcome. So she gives him her attention, while absently putting his blanket back on him, with just the one hand.]

But you learned. You and Sam are friends.

[ sye how you gonna not even prepare at all. cas just subtly shoves half of his pillow closer while he talks. ]

That's.. kind of a funny example, actually, because where I'm from, we're uh, not really friends. But yeah, your point stands, anyway. I did learn, but man I was so bad at it, I was kind of hopeless.

[She could sleep on a rock. The floor is no big deal.

But she will take the unspoken offer and put her head on the edge of his pillow.]

Oh, I'm sorry. [About his Sam.] But you're very good at it now. I'd have thought you were a natural.

[ well sure, cas could sleep on a rock, too, but could and should are not the same! either way, she accepts the pillow, so that's good. cas tosses half the blanket over her, too. ]

Thanks, but no, not at all. Even among my own brothers and sisters I was.. kinda weird. [ he grins. ] Wasn't really until I met Dean and Sam that I started to grasp at it. What it meant to have friends.

[Cozy. It's nice.]

Kinda weird, huh? Nothing wring with that.

Heh, no, I suppose not. Sure seemed to entertain everyone else, at least. Most of the time. Sometimes I think Dean wanted to punch my lights out.

Why?

[Totally baffled here, because Cas is a delight.]

[ all right, he can't help but laugh at her bewildered expression. ]

Because teaching an angel how to behave wasn't easy, I imagine. And I never laughed at any of his jokes.

[It's okay. His laughing lifts her melancholy.]

Maybe he just wasn't funny.

[ that is, after all, the point of all this! he can't bring back her friends, or keep others from leaving, but he can sure try to distract her with smiles. ]

Hah! Well, maybe. Unfortunately I just had an underdeveloped sense of humor, I think.

[See Cas? All that practice at friends has paid off.]

How is it nowadays?

[ he figured it out, somehow, it only took an apocalypse and a heap of shattered self-esteem. ]

I like to think it's better.

[Aw Cas :c If she knew,s he would hug.]

Know any good jokes?

[ she's not supposed to know, that's the point! ]

Uh. [ way to put him on the spot!! ] So a duck walks into a bar. Says to the bartender, 'Put it on my bill'.

[Well, she absolutely laughs so, good job Cas!

Seriously, she's never heard this joke, so it gets a good laugh.]

[ cas smiles at her, warm and soft, and wriggles down a little lower into the blankets, getting himself comfortable and shutting his eyes. ]

Much better.

[He has, quite deftly, cheered her up.]

Thanks, Cas. I'll give you back your pillow space now.

[His eyes are closing and he looks like he's settling in, is why she's offering to vacate the space.]

[ cracking open one eye. ]

What, going back to your big comfy bed?

No.

[It's honest. She just figured he'd like his stuff so he could sleep.]

I just want you to be comfortable.

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