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[saltline]

[ Feed flickers on and Dean's...more or less set himself up in his bar. Regardless of what is going on with his brother, it's his headquarters. The hunter was more worried about what was going on with Sam than anything else. Than getting out of this place because...unlike everyone else, he still wasn't giving a damn if anyone got home. He did not want to be kicked back to Purgatory. The warm bed was good enough to keep him happy. He shuffled around as he tossed a couple more empty bottles into the trash before looking down at the communicator. ] So...I'm guessing that box didn't get us home but it did give us a giant smurf. Anybody deal with that yet? Or...you know, did you let it continue it's rampage? Everyone alright? Still alive but emotionally traumatized?

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[preytosociety]

[Lydia is immediately thrown into defensive mode, thinking that part about the box not getting them home is directed at her.]

And just how, exactly, were we supposed to know what would happen? We couldn't have known, okay?

We didn't know...

[saltline]

[ Nah, nah, nah. It's not directed at you, Princess Peach. Well, kinda. It's directed at everyone that was involved...including himself. Cas got hurt because he decided to sit this one out. People could've died. And he? Sat on the fucking sidelines. ]

No one's...blaming you, Princess Peach. [ He runs his hand down his face. ] Just...saying there could have been better preparation if box number one contained a...giant smurf. Hindsight is...twenty-twenty or something like that.

[preytosociety]

Hindsight serves little to no purpose, especially right now, and why are you calling him a smurf? He looked nothing like a smurf from what I saw of him and that is likely to offend or enrage him if he ever sees this transmission!

How are we supposed to prepare for anything when we know nothing about this place? We don't even know where we are!

[saltline]

[ At least she's not coming after him with a knife right now. ] Well...he was blue. It was the first thing to pop into my mind. [ Dean shrugs. ] If he sees this, he'll come after me. I'll deal with it when it comes to that.

Then we figure it out, okay? There's...always some way to figure shit like this out.

[preytosociety]

He was blue. Are you sure?

[Did Dean hit his head, too?]

Right. And how are we supposed to do that? The stars aren't right, no one knows what year it is, and there is no way out as far as we know. I don't even know if we're on Earth right now and that severely freaks me out.

[While also kind of fascinating her at the same time.]

[saltline]

I saw him blue. My eyes don't lie.

[ Dean had been focused on geography...more than...astronomy. ]

Well, you're right about that. What my brother remembers? Happened a couple years ago compared to what me and Cas have been through. And Jo is...[ Was dead from what he remembered. Long past dead. ] The girl I live with died...about three or four years ago. Time's definitely off. I've been trying to track down a newspaper or something time stamped, since this place wasn't abandoned not too long before our arrival.

[preytosociety]

I don't think they even had newspapers! This wasn't just a town in the middle of nowhere.

[She shakes her head, biting her lower lip.]

I think it's one big experiment. Maybe some kind of observational study. We're just the latest batch of subjects.

[saltline]

They have to have something? Some teenage kid's stupid diary? They date those right?

[ His brow quirked up a bit. ]

Like Big Brother? Hnn...that makes sense. Aliens are a no-go though. Aliens don't fucking exist.

[preytosociety]

What do you think I was spending all that time in the library for? My health? It obviously wasn't for the sake of my complexion. I couldn't find a single hand-written thing. No scribbles in the margins, no notes, no graffiti. Nothing.

[Lydia gives him the flattest look.]

Are you really that conceited that you think of all the planets and all the solar systems and all the galaxies in the world, we are the only lifeforms to ever exist? Seriously, Dean, sometimes I want to hit you upside the head with a textbook. It's embarrassing.

The star map on that box was not from our solar system.

[saltline]

No, to further your knowledge on...whatever. Plant life. Mythology. Possibly cooking.

Oh no, baby girl. I'm conceited about a lot of things, but I know this for a fact. Aliens don't exist. Other crap does. But in all my years of dealing with the other crap...never dealt with a little green man trying to stick a probe up my ass.

[ ...he really needs a closer look at the box. ]

[preytosociety]

Cooking? And just what is that supposed to mean?

[Oh, Dean... you are treading some dangerous waters right now.]

First of all, I am not your baby girl, so you can go back to calling me by my name or don't call me anything at all. And secondly? Alien life forms being portrayed as little green men is a stereotype that started in the fifties and has no scientific basis whatsoever. I'm giving you facts and you're giving me conceptualized bullshit.

Just because you haven't seen it, doesn't mean it doesn't exist.

[Space is one of her favourite things, Dean. Right next to her dog, her shoes, and her prized collection of designer handbags. Also, wait. What did he mean by other crap.]

[saltline]

It means...you might have amazing cooking skills but not keying into your inner Paula Dean?

[ He knows. He tries very hard to do so. ]

Alright than, Princess Peach. I'm just saying that I've dealt...a lot of shit and aliens of any kind have not popped up. I don't have any records of it. Everything can be explained by something else that has similar M.O. to...ET beaming down and snatching people up.

[ Dean gives out a short laugh. Oh...fuck. That was amusing, considering. ]

[preytosociety]

[Lydia just smiles, completely ignoring the Paula Deen comment. Are you trying to call her old and freakishly obsessed with butter?]

We'll see. It's only a matter of time before something else falls from the sky.

[saltline]

[ Dean just smiles right back. He might be calling you kinda old and freakishly obsessed with butter. He don't know your LIFE, Lydia. ]

Next time, 'll be joinin' you and Banner in the library if the situation calls for...research. When my br--[ Dean stops himself from talking about his brother right now. He was still a little...down about what was going on with Sam. He wasn't sure how to approach the situation. ] I'll help...next time.

[preytosociety]

And what makes you think we'll need your help?

[saltline]

All I know is weird shit and I know more people involved means quicker results.

[preytosociety]

So now you want to get involved. Right, I'm just a little confused because around this time last week, you were being anything but helpful and criticizing my choice to do research in the library.

Did you ever get around to building that boat? [The smile just got 67% more haughty.] I'm sure it's very seaworthy.

[saltline]

Hardy har har, Princess Peach. Getting out of here is still not on my top list of priorities. Something about jumping from the frying pan right back to the fucking fire doesn't really jump out to me as awesome. But people getting hurt and people dying won't sit well with me in the least bit.

Turns out...'m still better at melting down candle holders to make bullets than carpenter. [ He faces his communicator towards his new collection of ammo he's been working on. ] And drawing up a map of the town. Significant landmarks, knowing the area gives everyone a better opportunity to fortify if we need too. [ He shows off the map he has hanging in his bar. ]

[preytosociety]

No one is dying. No one.

[Not that she can really do anything about it other than forbid it and worry like crazy.]

... Cute. [Homemade bullets? Really?]

If you find a fool proof way of keeping certain people from doing something stupid, let me know. I'm in desperate need.

[saltline]

I would have to agree.

[ But gee, doesn't that sound familiar. ]

Well, my ammo would eventually run out. [ He held up his gun, shrugging. ]

Other than tie them to a chair? I still haven't figured it out. Everyone I knew did things stupid too. [ Keyword: Knew. ]

[preytosociety]

[Dean agreeing with her is unsettling. She eyes him warily.]

I'm pretty sure the chair solution would only work on one of them. Why did you use the past tense? Everyone from wherever you're from is a complete moron?

[Doesn't surprise her.]

[saltline]

The chair solution works for everyone. Just have to have the right sort of binds. Most people can get out of simple rope or handcuffs. Well, the non-idiot people can do that.

[ He cringes, looking down at the ground. ] My family, my friends. They gave their lives for something greater...or what they thought was greater.

So yeah, they were morons. A lot of them died for me. [ Because of him. ]