driftfleet | 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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[ sorry sam, buddy, cas looks apologetic on behalf of his gross rude dean. ]

Nah, he won't go that far.

[ ... ]

Probably.

[ ... ]

.. nah, he won't.

... Nice.

Well. He's still my brother. I'll do what I can to help you guys out.

Just wish I knew what I could do to make this easier.

[ cas's smile is a little rueful, but it's there nonetheless. ]

.. yeah, you and me both. [ a quiet scoff. ] He's, uh, gonna be a handful. Probably more of one than you're used to, but..

[ rubbing at the back of his neck. ]

.. he'll come around.

[ god, cas really hopes so, at least. it's only a half-truth, because with dean, he never really knows for sure, but he's got to believe it anyway. ]

He's usually a handful.

[He smiles back, looking... not like he really wants to smile.

But that's usually how they get through a lot of shit anyway.]

He's stuck with me anyway. I'm not giving up on him, whether he does or not.

Yeah, I know you're not.

[ stubborn as an ass, sam winchester. but that's all right. cas is, too. ]

.. you gonna be okay?

[He shrugs, smiling a wide but ultimately thinned, strained smile.]

Gotta be.

We'll make it work. If I could survive being trapped in another universe with Lucifer, I can handle being stuck with a pissed off brother.

[ thin, strained smiles are gonna be the gd name of the game here, he's pretty sure. the're gonna be buried in a sea of thin, strained smiles. ]

Yeah, fair enough.

Just, uh. Keep an eye on him when he inevitably hangs up and avoids me?

Can do. Talk to you soon, Sam.

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