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[Dean's been around a while now, long enough to get settled in and learn how to work the stove, so he figures it's about the right time to give the Tranquility a formal greeting. Video feed opens up to Dean clearly trying to keep himself in frame, chin ducking once he's sure everything's set up and running.]

For anyone I haven't met yet, which... I'm sure is probably most of you, my name's Dean Winchester.

[It sounds a little rehearsed. He's run it through his head a few times, and it drags on a little as the words spill out.]

I'm, uh... well, apparently I'm not exactly new here, but for all intents and purposes, let's just go with that. If I knew you any more than, say, a month ago, I hate to break it to you, but all that's pretty much gone now. Blank slate. Sorry.

[He doesn't seem all that perturbed by it, but he's been through it too often to really put a lot of heart in the sentiment. He does offer up a tight sort of grimace in apology, but a second later he plows on. His eyes duck down for a second, and then they're back on the camera.]

I've got a couple of questions for anyone who thinks they can answer them. First of all- has anyone ever been anywhere before this? I'm not talking about back home on Earth, or... wherever it is you're from originally. I mean, has anyone ever been bounced to another dimension, or universe, or... something like this ship, but different? Possibly 80% less Star Trek?

[There's a sort of awkward pause there, and it looks like he wants to extrapolate on that. His lips twitch, and then he shakes his head, evidently changing his mind.]

Second off, does anyone know anything about tech crap? See, I got this...

[The camera jiggles a little as his head ducks, he searches through his pockets to find another phone. It isn't a ship-designated communicator, but it looks similar. He holds it up irreverently, flipping it back and forth to display it.]

This other thing, but it's... [He gives it a floppy shake] dead as a doornail, and I can't exactly pick up a charger from the nearest Apple store, so. If anyone has any ideas on how to give it some juice, I'd appreciate it. I'd like to get some crap off of it.

[It's shoved absently back into his jacket pocket.]

Oh, and uh- one last thing. Any word on why some people aren't popping out of the space womb tube things? Is there an ETA on that, or is it step one to getting shipped back home? What's the deal with that?

[It's asked with a sort of consternated, displeased expression. Obviously his phone isn't going to answer him, so after a weird second, he shrugs it off. Scratches awkwardly at his cheek.]

That's pretty much it. Anything you got for me would just be... awesome. Over and out.

[The camera gets a lovely second of vertigo wherein he shifts the view from his face to his boots before he can finally cut the feed.]

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Really? The Throne of God knows hardware?

Dean you can't just say that on the Network!

Yes, the Throne of God knows hardware. And software.

[Shit, well. Look at that. One question in and he's already screwing her over. He offers the phone an apologetic oops face, not that she can see it.]

Right. Sorry, forgot that was a thing. Just so I can sleep at night, you DO know how to ward against angels and crap right?

I'm going to send you my encryptions.

I do. Castiel showed me. I have a room where I can go.

okay, so, do I have to DO anything with that crap, or is it just good to go? He put the thing on your ribs too, or what?

I'll make them so you just attach them, it'll be fine.

What thing on the ribs?

If you say so, sweetheart. It might not be necessary just yet. Satan know you're here?

He knows, but he doesn't know exactly what's going on in my soul. He doesn't know about God.

[ALSO LETS AVOID TALKING ABOUT HER WACKADOO CRUSH ON THE DEVIL]

Then you're probably in the clear for now, but he figures it out you might need to get branded.

[nO WHAT DON'T YOU EVEN. He may not know her anymore but he will go straight up postal on previous-him's behalf.]

He promised he wouldn't hurt me.

He protected me when Castiel went a little-

During the dreaming thing.

He's a liar, Sera. He might be all roses right now, but if he finds out your whole story and thinks he can use you? He'll do it in a second. ...What happened with Cas?

[She's not going to address that she knows Dean is right.]

He tried to hurt me. But it wasn't about me, he didn't know who he was attacking, it's fine now.

Jesus. look, i'm not sure what his motive is for keeping you on the sunnyside, I'm just saying be careful

I promise I'll let you know if things go badly. I will be careful.

You better. In the meantime, any ideas on how to get my junk some power?

[His phone. He means his phone.]

I-

Yes, I have some, we'll need to go to engineering.

<small[SHE IS GIGGLING SO HARD except you know, silently]

Alright, sure, whatever. Let's do it.

[It's a good think he doesn't know that, or she'd be getting The Face so hard.]

I'm usually in the music room on the 6th floor, whenever you're free.

I might actually have the solution to my problem. If it doesn't work, though, I'll swing by. Thanks again, Sera.

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