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[heavenonearth]

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[familyremains]

Guess who got shuffled like a stack of bent cards?

Me.

So how's it going on that whiskey you owe me, Cas?

[heavenonearth]

Which ship? Managing to keep your stomach in one place?

Show me the sandwiches and we'll talk.

[familyremains]

Windrose. What the hell is a windrose? A perfumed fart?

[heavenonearth]

Looks like we have a deal, then. You docked at the station?

[okay this is probably backdated shh]

[collegedropout]

[It takes Sam a little calming time, after what happened. It was a lot to take in -- just... you know. All of that. Yeah. Anyway, he's been feeling like a complete and utter dog for what he did to Castiel... so he needs to say something. Needs to make it right.]

Hey, uh. Cas? I just... wanted to apologize again.

Seriously, I. That was a shitty thing I did. I was freaked out and I wasn't thinking.

WAVES MAGIC WAND shh shh

[heavenonearth]

[ cas isn't.. terribly surprised when the transmission from sam comes in; it was only a matter of time, after all, and cas knows that the fool has likely been guilting himself over this thing he's got no control over.

the space has been appreciated, since.. well, truth be told, cas needs some time to process it, but still. it's not something to be carrying around. immediately he's shaking his head. ]

Come on, Sam, it's nothing you need to apologize for. You were disoriented. Happens to the best of us.

[collegedropout]

[A muted sigh. He knew Cas would say something like that...

He's just. He's forgiving like that. Really mellow. Too mellow sometimes.]

That's a nice way of replying to someone who could have shot you into space.

[heavenonearth]

Could have, but didn't. Come on, Sam, am I supposed to be angry with you for it? Hold it against you? You couldn't help it.

[ that is flattened his heart like a locomotive is really neither here nor there. whatever's happening in his future, with cas there.. it's certainly not sam's fault. if common sense can be observed here, it's clear enough that sam saw lucifer in him, which can only mean one thing.

he said yes. for some damned, unknowable reason, he said yes. there's no damn winning in any timeline, is there? ]

[kickingand]

Cas.

[ Dean's coping mechanisms have sufficiently run dry; he can only beat the snot out of so many people and have the same done to him before it gets old. And really, there is not enough damn whiskey in the world to make him come close to feeling okay anymore. He's tired of the bars and he's tired of the toxic air and he's tired of being on a ship all by his goddamn lonesome.

So yeah, okay, he's waving his little white flag. He needs help. He needs you. ]

[heavenonearth]

[ cas has done what he can to keep his distance. he knows dean, knows how closed he can be, how he needs time to come to terms with change and newness and if this isn't change and newness he doesn't know what is. their lives have been turned upside down, and even being here for months cas is barely holding it together, burying all the things he should be working through instead of addressing them. but he's trying. little by little, he's sorting it through.

so he gives dean his space. he's always available, always ready, always glad to drag dean into the distractions he might need but he's sure not to ask too much of him, waits for dean to come to him as he always does.

the call wakes him from a nap, and cas groans, but picks it up anyway, yawning rudely right into the feed. ]

Hn.

[kickingand]

[ Dean isn't even remotely sure how he feels about addressing anything. Talking is still something of a threat, something that implies a certain level of reality he can no longer face on a daily basis. But he's willing to admit that he's out of his element here and it shows, blindingly so, in the way he doesn't know how to navigate things anymore without feeling as if he's going the throttle the majority of the world for looking at him the wrong way.

Not even remotely surprised that he woke Cas up, Dean distantly thinks that he would nearly pay for the ability to sleep without ingesting heinous quantities of liquor, but he waits a moment, remaining particularly silent until Cas is done with his yawn. ]

I woke you up.

[ Does he feel bad about that? Nnnooope. ]

[heavenonearth]

No shit.

[ with a groan, cas rolls over onto his side, scrubbing a hand over his face, staring sleepily into the feed with hooded eyes. he's not gonna bother getting up. in fact, he's not even really going to bother keeping his eyes open, and they're shut again after a moment, his voice rough and groggy. ]

What's up?

Voice;

[monolike]

Castiel?

Sorry to contact you out of the blue. I was wondering, do you have a moment to talk?

[heavenonearth]

Oh hey, kiddo. Uh, Sorey, right? What can I do for you?

[monolike]

[shut up sorey don't get all shy because the ancient seraph dude remembered your name] Could I ask you your thoughts on the whole polluted world issue? Did you see things like that happen back home, in your observations?

[heavenonearth]

[ look he's got a good memory okay, and you kind of left an impression, kid. ]

I'm gonna need you to uh.. elaborate a little more. Sure, pollution happened back home. Sentient, highly intelligent creatures tend to make a mess.

voice. (the night of the masquerade)

[collegedropout]

[He was gonna send a text, but it's easier with his shitty arm to just talk through it; painkillers are doing wonders for him tonight. The tonight in which Sam totally won't bother informing Cas of Dean and his little... unfortunate meeting.

Nah, he actually just wants to make sure Cas is okay.]

Hey, I'm hitting the hay for the night. Dean's sticking in your room, just FYI.

...

And please don't answer this if you're in the middle of something raunchy.

[heavenonearth]

[ yeah thanks for lying by omission here YOU LITTLE SHIT ]

Come on, Sam. After that sweet, wild night we shared together, there are no more secrets between us, right?

[ can't you just hear him wiggling his eyebrows? ]

[collegedropout]

God, you always remind me. I'm never gonna live that down, am I?

[He shakes his head at that, and I'm sure Cas can sense that shit, too.]

[kickingand]

[ Getting hustled over to the Red Fish could not come fast enough, though really, he'd practically moved onto the ship already. He just hadn't overtaken the empty room yet with his things so much as he'd invaded all of Cas' space... Save for the days since the Masquerade where he'd been particularly avoidy and even less sure of what to do with himself. Not that he was unaware of the fact that that was entirely his fault. Not being on the ship had left things twice as uncomfortable, his time too open ended.

But now here he was.

It wasn't as if he had a heap of crap to carry around with him. The bunks in the Caprine hadn't left a lot of room for extra bullshit, and save for what he could keep on him, his terrifying mask and some hefty booze, Dean didn't have anything much to cart around. Not that he was big on earthly possessions to begin with.

Making his way down through the crew's quarters, Dean strode past Cas' door, only pausing momentarily to knock the bottom of the bottle he held against it in greeting - in case Cas was there at all - before he carried on the rest of the way to his room. His room. That was almost comical, wasn't it. Upon arrival, Dean toppled his things rather unceremoniously onto the bed before he turned and sat gently on the edge of the mattress. Okay, yeah. This would work. ]

[heavenonearth]

[ cas had known about the transfer, of course, had known it was something in the works, but dean hung around so often anyway, and cas tended to lose track of time so often that he doesn't really know that today's the day.

so when he hears the rap on his door, cas glances up toward it, stubs out his cigarette and pokes his head into the hall just in time to see dean disappearing down into one of the other bunks.

oh. right!

meandering barefoot down the corridor, he slinks down to dean's brand new bunk and leans into the doorway, arms loosely crossed, an easy grin on his mouth. ]

Today's the day, eh?

[kickingand]

[ Feet kicked out in front of himself, stretching out into his space, Dean only looks up when Cas makes his appearance. He hadn't even known for sure or not if he was here but he's more than a little thankful that he is, needing the company by far more than he'd admit to. ]

Took 'em long enough. [ At least he looks mostly amicable about having to be patient. ]

Figured i'd pack light.

voice

[monolike]

Castiel, I'm going hunting on the planet! Do you like jerky, would you like any?

sorry for the wait! long hiatus, then i was out of town, whoops.

[heavenonearth]

Jerky, huh? Sounds delicious, and thanks for the offer kid, but uh, I think I'll have to pass.

np!!

[monolike]

Oh? That's too bad. Can I ask why? [maybe he doesn't eat meat]