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into the distance a ribbon of black

Who: Dean Winchester (AU) & anyone willing to put up with him
Broadcast: fleetwide video
Action: the marsiva if anyone wants!
When: RIGHT NOW

[ There is something to be said for the few seconds before truly waking up, when everything is fuzzy and safe and nothing matters as much as it did the night before. But that moment tends to get shot in the foot pretty damn fast, especially when Dean is prone to waking up with a rush of adrenaline. Made infinitely worse by the realization that a) he does not know where he is and b) the automatic grab for the weaponry usually confined to his body results in nothing. Nada. His pistol is nowhere to be found, the blade in his jacket is missing, and no amount of grappling about solves that problem. And while he finds the comm device it only annoys him further because it's not his damn gun.

Which is right around the instant Dean shoves himself off the bed and shouts near as loud as he can manage- ] The hell is this! [ Followed with some more grumbling. ] Be better if I asked which Hell is this.. swear to God, this shit never gets any better.

[ It’s too echoey, too sterile, and the immediate need for answers is almost overpowering. He doesn’t give two shits about looking himself over, pushes aside thoughts of the last image that flashes across his mind, and instead gives one more look around the bed he woke in to try and find his weaponry because fuck this shit. Why he’s unarmed is of particular concern and a vast amount of silent panic, but he doesn’t want to stand here and leave himself open to anything either. Which implies moving, something that takes only another second to decide upon.

Not that he’s going to be going far…

No, after a brief stint of stealthy meandering, Dean manages to find himself striding down towards the medical wing because why the hell not. Where it’s near impossible to resist the urge to start rifling through just about everything he can get his hands on. Because Dean Winchester is a Class Act. And because living through the apocalypse tends to make one appreciate medical supplies, especially when you're inclined to... start shit. ]

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[ CUE MILD HEART ATTACK.

Dean is not the best at handling surprises - never has, never will be. But at least his reaction mostly happens internally, though he does... sort of freeze on the spot. And look around expecting to see someone before, okay, that voice did not come from behind him, but in his pocket. This is spectacular. Give him another second to figure out what's going on before-- Oh. Okay. This isn't weird at all, talking comm thinger. ]

I've been here before?

[You'd have less of those if you ate fewer cheeseburgers with a side of pie.]

Surprise? It wasn't long. We both arrived two months ago and got assigned to the same ship. Then you disappeared. [For all she knew he'd been here a dozen times before that too, but it was all fresh to him then. Of course she also knew him a little from her time in the prison, but why complicate matters now?]

[ The apocalypse took away his cheeseburgers, sob.

Dean's still going pretty damn squinty here because way to not make any sense. Not that his life ever actually does, but considering he just had the misfortune of meeting himself recently, he's actually not all that caught off guard by the possibility. He would just like some more info pls and ty. ]

Any idea how old I was?

[She feels you there. He took her pizza. Sorry, her Apocalypse was a person.]

Didn't come up. And, no, I don't know why you don't remember. Different time point. Different reality. Old fashioned mind wiping. [She shrugs.] It happens in these places. [You've been to two places like this, Kitty. Slow down on being an expert.]

[ Oh, well that's just bullshit. ]

Tell me about it. [ Granted, at this point, all Dean can really do is assume that angels had something to do with this. Not that they're ever involved anymore but Zachariah was, so... who knows. They have a habit of mucking things up. ] Seems like you know your stuff.

Not my first rodeo. [And she would go through what she knows if he wants, but...] Pretty sure your brother's been her a lot longer than me and you'd probably have more reason to believe what he has to say.

[ Nope, not going there. Nope nope nope. ]

Sam can keep it to himself.

...You two having a fight?

You worried about it?

It might keep me up at night. [So traumatizing she'll just move on with the info.]

Okay, so we were kidnapped by the Atroma. Don't know who they are, so that's not super helpful except you'll hear the name. Apparently they have two spokespeople who used to speak up from time to time and got quiet shortly before my time.

You're on the Marsiva now. It's where all new arrivals touch down and they'll shuffle you off onto another ship in a few days where you'll serve as some part of the crew. They've got an augment in you that updates you with information relating to it. I'm a pilot. There are engineers, security, cooks, maintenance, lab techs, that kind of stuff.

[She stops there, just letting him catch up. Ask whatever questions he wants to get out of the way.]

[ Oh thank god, they moved on. He can just kick back and listen now, though he eventually quirks an eyebrow in mild, yet vaguely concerned interest. Granted, the whole thing is pretty concerning but he's just taking this in chunks at a time. It's the best he can do, for the time being. ]

In me? How invasive are we talking.

So, last time I went into detail with this part she immediately tried to cut it out of herself and while I get that. I do. A lot. It's not that easy. And none of us can get to you if you fuck yourself up. So don't.

[And yes, that concerns her. Even if she doesn't feel like she lives up to the term she's still a hero. Superhero even. Kitty takes a breath.]

A few of us ran some...tests on getting the augment out. It feels the person getting it taken out and the person trying to take it with this deep dread. [Which was not a fun experience for her. She's not exactly used to having to fight that. Not for a long time.] It all ended in a bloody, unsuccessful mess. [Though no one actually died.]

[ That's.... that sure is something special. And really kind of fucked up, leaving Dean to do not much more than narrow his gaze and look really damn uncomfortable on a variety of levels. It's not that he even remotely minds fucking himself up, not in any way, but he just sort of wants to know more. After which he might be inclined to do something worse, but information seems to be something that people are lacking around here and considering he's been The Man With The Plan for five years now, he would like to be in the know. ]

Do I want to know where it is?

[She looks at him for a moment before responding. He'll find out eventually. It's up to him to make the same mistakes she did or not.] No where weird. It's not like it's in your junk.

Back of your neck. It's hooked up to the nervous system from what I can tell. Based on things I heard later it sounds like removing it could cause brain damage. Not sure if that's conjecture or proven fact though.

[ WOW WHY. Why!!! His mind hadn't even gone there but now it has and he just barely suppresses the urge to look down, carrying on instead as if she hadn't said anything. ]

So they clean you up in exchange for brand new wiring. Got it.

Clean you up... You were injured or should have been?

Home just comes with its own can of worms.

[She'll switch the feed over to private for this bit.] Because ghosts and demons and monsters? [She knows very top-level highlights and nothing more.]

[ Oh, well okay. You sure do know more about him than you're letting on. His eyebrows go up rather significantly and he cants his head in an almost-nod. ]

That's the start of it, sure. What else I tell you about?

[It was mostly what she'd learned about Sam's life at the prison. Partially from interviewing him for the Defense Force. And partially second hand through Reid since they were friends. But she decides to keep it simple again.]

You watch a lot of porn. I mean, I'm guessing since I'm pretty sure you thought I was a porn star on account of the name when we met. [Was this the info you were looking for?]

I know you can handle yourself.

And you're not a big fan of non-humans.

[ ..... porn is really the first thing she brings up. Really? Is his ex-infatuation with porn so significant that it's worthy of the first slot in this conversation? Dean just sort of looks bemused for a second before she carries on and he glances off instead, listening. It's always weird to hear himself spoken about, but it's even stranger that it's being done by someone from a different universe.

Color his mind boggled.

But if he has to admit it, it's easier to speak with someone who already knows something. Like a really damn convenient way of breaking the ice in a way he wouldn't usually be willing to do. ]

You watch a lot less porn when there isn't any electricity. [ True facts. But, carrying on... ]

But i'm not, no.

[This might normally be the time when she gets it out of the way and tells him she's not human, but that comment stops her short.] There's no electricity? [It sounds like something she'd say except she doesn't normally reference porn. That's more a Dean-specific treat.]

What was going on back home?

[ To say it or not to say it. That's the actual question. But he's already gotten past the ghosts and monsters oh my bullshit, and it's not as if it's some huge overarching secret back home. So why the hell not. ]

The end of days.

Okay, you're either normally really good at hiding that, from previous Dean's future, or from a different reality.

So end of days like civilization collapsed? War on a massive scale?

You got a different Dean. [ That's not something he has to effectively get over, at least. ]

But yeah no, try the Apocalypse.

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