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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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Hi, Dean. Guess this means you don't remember being here before. [Too bad. They'd come to an understanding. Briefly been crew mates.]

[ 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?

Whoa — Hey, man. Guess they caught you at a bad time.

[But then, the last time Dean arrived, they got into a fight and Dean fist-fought... and took apart part of the Marsiva wall... Alright, so Dean is 0 for 50 now. He puts his hands up, smiling crookedly, almost a wince. He's glad to see Dean, though. Really, really glad, especially since the last time he saw him might very well be the last.

He should probably - warn him about Lucifer back home, huh?

Baby steps.]

You alright?

[ And there it goes. Shit just hit the fan.

Dean's not altogether sure if it would've been easier if the last thing he'd heard hadn't been-- no, alright, he isn't going there. But it's been five years since the last time, five damn long years and Dean is in no way prepared for this. He wouldn't have been prepared for this back home, but here it's somehow even worse. Out of his element and entirely unprepared, it's all Dean can do to keep from breaking his device in an instant.

You are the very last thing he wanted to see. Thing. Not human. Not when he doesn't hear anything Sam just said because of the simple fact that all he sees is Lucifer. That's all he's been for five years, is Lucifer, and that's not going to change in the next second. ]

Where are you.

[ That's a totally legit question, right? Though that tone he's using might be a touch brusque. ]

[... That is ominous.

But -- it's his brother, you know. There's always a reason for the rough tone. Sam probably did something to piss him off, or Dean's had a rough time back home, or he's got... something shitty to lay on Sam, some kind of bad new update from home that'll get them both quiet and drinking. He's way, way too used to it out here. Oblivious, he frowns, looking concerned.]

I'm on my ship; the Red Fish.

But you're not going to be able to leave the Marsiva until you get shuffled onto your own ship. You remember the last time, or...? Actually, no, I'm pretty sure you don't remember. Relax there. We've got time.

[ ... well if you're not a fucking sight for sore eyes, buddy.

cas recognizes him immediately, always would, even with a screen between them. it's dean, his dean, the one he's spent five years in hell with, the gruffness, the expression, the clothing says it all. even without 'em he'd still know, though.

he shouldn't be as glad about it as he is, considering dean's been more or less kidnapped, here, but you know, the fleet is still a thousand times better than home, and cas has been - well, shit's been shitty. so gdit he's not going to feel guilty about being glad about this. ]

Hey, ugly. Over here!

[ there's probably a.. screen around you somewhere, right? or if not, enjoy his disembodied voice. ]

[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?]

[ Well, as it stands, right now he's not exactly glad about anything, but whatever, maybe he'll get here. Maybe. But right now, the important part is that is a voice he knows. And a voice he more than well tolerates, despite for the fact that it seemingly racks his guilt up a notch higher.

He still turns because WHAT EVEN, this is weird, he doesn't like it, he's probably going to break something in t-minus five seconds.

But at the very least, there's something to be said about Cas' presence that entails calm. Except for the fact that you're not actually here, which is concerning in its own right. Whatever. Consider him really utterly confused.... until the thing that looks like a tv set becomes glaringly obvious. ]

Your sorry ass got dragged here too, huh.

[ Ohhhh, those are not words he wanted to hear. Dean drags a hand down his face, palm pressed to his mouth for a good few seconds because attempting to not fly off the handle is a skill he has perfected..... okay, that's a great big lie. But he can tolerate his own rage for a little big longer at least, just staring, trying to figure out what rationale Lucifer would have for lying about who he is.

Not like he's ever tried to understand him before, though. Waste of time. Nah, Dean would really just like to find you now so he can try to kill you all over again. This is his second. chance. ]

Relaxing isn't gonna be a thing that's happening.

[ don't break things, dean, god you're like a bad anxious rottweiler. still, he sees the hackles lowering a bit, and that's as good enough sign as any, really, and cas can't help but break into a toothy grin. damn it's good to see your cranky mug. ]

Sure did, a few months ago now.

[ which he knows dean's going to be all funny about. so cas is quick to go on. ]

I'm sure you've got about a thousand questions, but don't break anything, all right? You're safe.

[ 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.]

[Sam sighs.]

Yeah, well, it's kinda all you're gonna have going for you for a little while. Cas is here, too -- he's, uh. A little... different than usual. But he's good. He'll... probably explain it better than I can.

[How do you even begin to explain that alternative?

It's fucking miserable, is what it is, and it makes Sam's stomach churn.]

Meanwhile... I'm pretty sure we've been... kidnapped by aliens?

Or that's a simpler way of putting it.

Guess we should have never doubted Mulder.

Edited 2016-04-01 23:35 (UTC)

[ Oh no, nuh uh buddy, you don't get to say that and then skirt around it like it's nothing. Especially not with the continued bullshit because when are they ever actually safe? Ever. Ever. As much as Dean is inclined to believe you, so far he really doesn't. Because waking up somewhere he's not supposed to be doesn't imply safety, it implies kidnapping.

Let's just ignore half of that, shall we. ]

A few months? [ A few hours he could handle. Maybe a day or two. But months? Not gonna happen. ]

[ He's just going to keep letting you chatter on while he stares. Because Dean's gotten really good at that, and because he has nothing much of interest to say about anything. That and he's trying to decide what to do to Lucifer at the first opportunity that arises. ]

Aliens, huh.

[ What a conversationalist! But no really, Lucifer could probably say anything at this point, and Dean would still be seeing red. ] And you- just been what, biding time?

[ 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.

We're in a different dimension. Or, probably another universe. Time dilation, yadda yadda.

[ he knows you don't really want him to go into all the nerdy science behind it, so he won't waste his breath. ]

Think of it like Hell. Time is different here, we're entirely.. removed from home. People pop in from all over their timelines. You uh.. you were here before. But not you. You from another timeline from home.

[ an, uh... much better one, tbh. still shitty, but everyone's still alive and friends for the most part, even if sam's recent excursion back was a little less than thrilling.

.. gdit he really doesn't want to have to tell you about sam. ]

Biding... [He stops, squints, and then looks tired, rubbing a hand over his face. He really hopes Dean isn't about to jump on his ass about not working on an exit with all his heart and soul. He's got more problems to think about, don't add more, man.] Biding time's a way to put it. Look... there's not exactly a clear escape route yet, but I've been looking into all the libraries I can for anything. Rituals, spell-work, anything that'll get us back into our worlds.

So far, a whole lot of nothing.

It'll be fine. We'll figure it out, right? We always do.

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.

[ Yeah yeah okay great fine, whatever. Different dimension, he's got it. He probably wouldn't understand half the crap you'd try to tell him anyway.

But he can relate well enough to comparing it to Hell, that's an effective way to get him to clue in. And considering their recent run in with.. his annoying younger self (yes, he was annoying, can it Cas) he doesn't even take too terribly much offense to the idea of another him busting in and being a pain. ]

And we have no idea how we got here. [ Because that's always how it works. ]

Right?

[ Oh, he's planning on adding a whole hell of a lot more, all things considered. Though, what he still doesn't get, is why Lucifer's playing some weird game with this. Sam's never been something he tried to pretend to be - at least as far as he always knew - and the most he can figure is that he's waiting for something. Some reason to go full tilt. And whatever that reason is, it hasn't happened yet.

But it will. And now he gets to be here to watch it happen all over again.

Which really only elicits a rather sick feeling, and Dean stares off at nothing in particular for a second because hoo boy he is going to lose his shit. He's gotten rather fond of being level headed in front of everyone else, he really doesn't want that to change. ]

No, we really don't.

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

Sam can keep it to himself.

.. you got it.

[ that's the real kicker. and for all his time here, cas can't say he's really uncovered too much, though honestly.. it would be a lie to say he's being a little purposefully negligent in his duties. what they've done, where they've come from, it was hell on earth, and this place is the damned hilton in comparison. cas isn't exactly keen to end his ride too soon. ]

All we know is that someone named Atroma is in charge. Could be a person, a group, no idea, we don't get too many details but it's, uh.. it's not bad, here. Running water, and all that.

[... Ah. Sam thins his lips, crinkles his brow.]

Dean. What's wrong?

[Memory serves him well enough -- I just don't believe.

Or is it lately?

You left me to die for a girl?!

God, it could be the Mark.

It should be you up there.

He's so fucking stupid. He bites the bullet, and dives headfirst:]

Did something happen back home? When are you from?

...You two having a fight?

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