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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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[ Dean..... doesn't honestly know what to say to that. Because it took him long enough to adjust to home, and now the prospect of trying to adjust to 'not home' is a rather bleak one. Mostly he's just exceedingly uncomfortable and doesn't have the slightest clue as to what to do about it. ]

I could get used to running water again. [ Liar. ]

Running water is pretty great. [And not something she always had to do without at home. Between the powers and ingenuity sometimes they could get systems running for their various hideouts. But everything was work. If you wanted something you had to make it and probably while people were trying to kill you.]

The food even on the regular ships might still be a step up for you. Still, you'll want to just grab everything you can get on the Marsiva and stuff your pockets just in case. [The prison could not have spoiled her for food more, but if she'd arrived directly here after home she wouldn't have blinked at eating flavored gels.]

[ He gives a vague nod of understanding because yeah, other people probably appreciate there being running water too, otherwise he would smell like so much ass right now. But really, Dean has yet to unfold the idea of privileges here. Namely simple things, like not having to worry about everyone else for two seconds straight, except he's bad at that. He's really good at worrying about everyone that isn't himself and now it's fully a part of him to make sure everyone's needs are met.

Except here, apparently they already are. ]

Don't exactly have big enough pockets to bring everyone lunch.

This isn't kindergarten. Sharing is optional. [But she definitely understands the instinct to take care of everyone.]

Besides, the moon we're at now doesn't have much in the way of food, but the station we were at before had plenty. I'm sure people stocked up as much as they could. [She did for her ship.]

[ But Sharing Is Caring, Kitty. And Dean is the one that decided who the hell got what back home, which really only contributed to his desperate need to control something. Anything. This is just all kinds of weird, what's he even supposed to do with himself. ]

Any other amenities?

Different ships have different upgrades. [Her ship is still missing a lot of those.] But the Iskaulit has things like a community garden, library, and training facility. [And other things she cares less about like prayer rooms.]

The moon is a polluted mess. They spend a lot of time playing games and calling them war games. [Which she finds ridiculous.]

Like a good game of chess?

[ OH HO HE'S SO FUNNY....... everyone's seen that movie, right? ]

[She misses the reference.] Yeah, and paintball and tug-of-war. You play chess? [Is it insulting if she sounds surprised?]

[ Not even a little bit. ]

No, but i'd take paintball.

You'll probably get your chance. [There's a pause.] They're pretty strict about actual violence down there. [Wondering if he knows where the lines are. It's a lot easier to stay in warrior mode than to drop back out of it. He seems pretty reasonable with her though.]

Sure they are.

[ What're they gonna do, lock him up after he drops someone for looking at him the wrong way? Naaaah. ]

[She didn't love the sound of that.] You're a long way from your war, Dean.

Not so sure about that.

No... Of course you wouldn't be.

I thought the prison was an illusion for awhile. [And in a way it was, but not one specifically for her benefit. Everyone else was still just as real as she was. But all kinds of things made more sense to her than what she was being presented with.]

[ It really doesn't help matters that Sam is here, looking like Lucifer. And while it should matter that Sam isn't Lucifer, at the end of the day, that still doesn't make him feel a lot better when it's all he can see. ]

I don't think this is Hell if that's what you're getting at.

[ Because he doesn't. He just doesn't think it's Heaven, either. ]

I don't know what you're thinking. I just know it was hard for me.

It is possible we're not identical. [Small smile.]

Here I was thinking this place was gonna be a breeze. Must be where we part ways.

[ It's true, Dean can handle a modicum of humor. Sort of. ]

It was like looking into a mirror otherwise.

[She tilts her head and considers him for a moment.] You picked up on the part where I was telling you I'm a mutant, right? Should I be watching my back? [Things were never that bad with the other Deans, but he wasn't them and she'd rather be up front with it.]

You planning on ganking anyone?

[ All the humor's shot from his voice in an instant because this topic is actually a serious one, and if she wants to lay it on the line, then he'll do it right back in the only way he knows how. ] For shits and giggles, I mean.

I'm going to assume that means killing. No. I don't kill for fun, just to protect others.

Haven't killed anyone for over a year. [She did try once in the prison. It was a lot of things, but fun wasn't one of them.] Wouldn't mind it staying that way. [She doubts it will, but she also doubted she'd still be alive and here she is.]

[ A year is kind of a hell of a long time but Dean isn't overly inclined to let that information show - it's not like everyone out there's gonna be from some shitstorm of a universe, even if both of them are.

But okay, that's all cleared up then. They're both on the same page, and that's really all that matters to Dean. ]

Long as that doesn't change, then we're good.

[She's also never killed a human that she can recall, but a person is a person to her so she wouldn't make the distinction.]

Same to you, Dean. [She smiles a bit, because this is the same understanding she had with the last Dean, though he was different.]

Glad to know i've got someone's blessing.

[ It's not entirely sarcastic, it's just a little bitter. Because somehow he figures nobody else is really going to give him the to go-ahead to kill things around here just because they might become a nuisance. Old habits die hard and all that; he's just wired this way. ]

Is that how it sounded to you? [Permission to kill the killers and not just a threat if someone else was harmed?] I guess it kind of was.

But I think this place has something my home and maybe yours didn't have—options. Other ways of solving a problem.

The problem here being finding a way back home.

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