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Well that's great.

[ Dean just sounds chipper tonight. Being woken up by an alarm? That sucks dicks, but he can cope just fine. Limited power and other listed crap? Not something he wants to deal with.

But hey, when does he want to handle bullshit?

It's a few moments of silence before Dean manages to turn the video on. He's still tugging his shirt down, pulling on his jacket soon after. ]

Alright, so. I guess this is me askin' if people I know are okay. So, y'know, status update or whatever.

( PRIVATE | CASTIEL )

I know you've been here a while. Sorry for- Yeah. You know. [ Sorry for the part where I was a huge dick and didn't say anything yet. ]

But yeah. Uh. Hey.

[ Way to go, buddy. ]

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Jesus, finally. [ you know when you lose your cell and you have to wait until someone calls it before you can find it? well that was Wichita 5 seconds ago, padding around in the dark looking for her phone behind the bar. luckily! dean rang. ] Hi.

Currently sitting behind the bar, in the dark, and I can't see a freaking thing. Do you have a flashlight? And like five seconds to come rescue me. [ well 'us' technically maybe dumdedum this is basically a placeholder dumdedum ] Even though I apparently can't get back into my room anyway right now? [ a thought that makes her laugh. which should be clue number two after the lost-phone admission that she's possibly drunk ] What's that about?

Don't have a flashlight handy, but I'm pretty sure I can find something close enough. [ A beat. ] Five seconds for a rescue, though? That's askin' a lot. I mean, I might be able to space two.

[ Shit-eating grin is a go. ]

Yeah, sounds like rooms are on lockdown once you leave. Guessin' it's the whole power failure thing. I'm also goin' out on a limb here in assuming that rescue mission location is the bar.

[ okok fine wichita will switch to video too, although it's got a slight blair witch feel to it since it's pitch black in the room and only the light from her screen is reflecting off her face. spoooky. ]

It is at the bar, yeah. The one I work at. And it's not just me here, but neither of us are leaving if we don't freaking have to. Last time I went out into the hallway and tried to get all "INVOLVED" I ended up in a nightmare world of suck. No thank you, I'll pass this time.

Yeah, let's not do that again.

[ Dean disappears for a moment, gathering up all of his crap. He doesn't want to leave anything behind that he might find useful. Since yeah, no coming back in after this for who knows how long. ]

Sit tight, I'll be there in a bit.

You don't have to apologize for- For anything. You left me, but I left you, so now we've both left each other and we can start again...can't we? Go back to start and pick a new card and we can-

Are you angry with me?

[ Right. He forgot that part. The disjointed sentences, strange comparisons. He had forgotten the part where Castiel wasn't quite all there anymore. ]

Why the hell would I be angry with you?

I...don't know. Perhaps because you've been brought here and you you don't remember being here but the other you was, and now you're back and I never warned you about this ship. Or maybe because- Because of...them and Purgatory and everything...everything I-

I tried to warn you. I told you I was bad luck. If you hadn't- You weren't meant to end up there. And now you're here and it's just going to happen all over again.

Whoa, whoa, slow down. Yeah, I got the shakedown on the whole memory loss part where I don't remember jack squat, which isn't your fault. And who even knows if you remembered this place when we were home. Not just that, but I can't guarantee I would have actually taken it at face value or just thought you were talkin' about nature but using a weird ship to describe it-

[ Dean's speech slows down with each word until he falls silent, not entire sure what to say. Because Castiel remembers this place, and Dean doesn't, which is enough to question. But that's not exactly the part he's concerned about right now. ]

I was in Purgatory?

[wait, hold on a moment.]

You don't remember?

[he's heard about people coming from different points in time before- mary had been there for a while, and crowley had been blaming him for something that he hadn't done yet. but he and dean had been from the same point back then, so he'd naturally assumed it would've been the same this time round too.

perhaps this way is better though.]

We- We were sent there when Dick exploded.

[he nearly barks that Dean needs to get with security before he stops himself short. it's a bit like the sensation of being dunked into ice cold water.]

Passengers locked out are headed to the O2 Gardens, we're working on fixing the problem.

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Every piece and part in the original place they were put.

[ cheerfully phrased, jenna ]

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Right, exploding Dick happened, but I woke up here. [ Silent, briefly, because he didn't want this again. The feeling of not knowing. It's beginning to make itself known for being one of the worst sensations Dean's experienced. ]

We got out, right?

Which is a nice way of putting that no one has any idea what the hell is going on. Awesome. [ A beat. ] You knew me before. I can actually do something that doesn't include sitting on my thumb.

[ which earns a brief sound of amusement. ] Let's try and keep it that way.

Where are you?

That's my biggest life goal-- stay that way.

[ there's the sound of banging in the distance that just about answers her question for her. ] Trying to see where I can help out, if at all.

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[he smirks. it's really a matter of what Dean wants to do.]

If you don't want to stay in the bar with Wichita, we could use the hands getting people organized.

[there's a long pause before he replies. he just isn't entirely sure how to answer the question at first.]

We're here now. [that counts, right?] Nobody told me how long you've been here, though obviously it can't have been for too long because you don't remember the last time and that was... I'm not sure, but the number on my arm is different now, and I think I left about three jumps ago.

You left without me last time.

Only had one jump other than the one I came in with.

Left the ship? Can't say it was intentional.

Takin' her some blankets and crap. Maybe try and get her down to the O2 Gardens if she can still manage to walk. [ Mild amusement at the last part -- not that he can say much, since he'd be just as likely to drink himself into oblivion during shit like this. ]

Where do you want me, after that?

Just- Y'know. Be careful. One rescue mission is enough for me.

It's better- That you're here. Sam...Sam was here too, once. And Mary and Crowley. I- I made sure he didn't go anywhere near her, but I don't think you knew that before. I just- I didn't want you to have to talk to him.

Dean, can I- Am I allowed to come and see you?

[ Dean-

He doesn't say anything at first. Not because he doesn't want to see Cas. Mostly just that. Well, he hadn't quite realized how much he had missed on remembering. His mother had been there. ]

Thanks. [ His voice is tight, briefly, but he clears his throat. ] For looking out for them. [ Pause, a breath. ] And me.

I'm gettin' ready to leave. But yeah. Sure.

You don't have to.

[thank him, that is. considering he put them in to danger at one point, he doesn't want to be thanked. especially not when their subsequent safety involved a deal with crowley too.]

Uh- I don't know where you are.

Right- Yeah, that'd be helpful. Floor ten, 69th room.

[ she laughs at that, long and hard. ]

Oh man, long story on that one but trust me-- I can take care of myself.

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You're still here.

Party on, Wayne.

[ there's even a small salute, as if she said 'yessir' instead of what she actually said, and then she laughs again, shuts off her comm. and now she plays the waiting game. she's not aiming to get trashed, not when Shit Could Go Down, but if the ship's getting colder? well. booze helps. right. that's her logic. she's taking small sips every so often, passing the bottle to Justin every so often. yeah. no. she's not leaving unless she really has to. or if Dean tells her she should, maybe. we'll see how that goes. ]

[there's no reply to that. instead, he just heads straight there, appearing in his all too familiar fashion. it'd be just like old times if not for the scrubs and the smile on his face.]

Hello Dean.

You're can scout right? Being a hunter.

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