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013: [Location: Central, Kaylee's Ranch // Visual] Come Sail Away

In the middle of the Central district, on the edge of Kaylee Frye's Ranch, is a familiar '67 Chevy Impala. And sitting on the hood of that familiar '67 Chevy Impala is a familiar face, relaxing and basking in the sun. The admittedly fake sun, but hell, Dean's not complaining. He's got a cooler full of various alcoholic beverages sitting on the ground next to his car, a basket of fruit sitting next to him on the hood, and the casette he's got playing in his car's set to various classic rock songs.

All in all, a perfect setting for hanging out.

His tablet's switched on to visual without his realizing, so people watching will be able to see part of his face, the beer bottle in his hand, and the open sky above him. Occasionally he sings along with the song in the background, though it's usually low and under his breath. He's not exactly craving company, but hell, he wouldn't mind it.

[any and all are welcome. C'mon. Even if you don't know him!]

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Now why would she tell him to stop unless it was to do something else with that non-injured hand of his? Telling him to stop might make him feel more itchy and that's not too nice.

"Weeeelll-" She reaches over and gently picks up his injured hand. She's most interested in the space there is between cast and skin.

"I might have some scrap metal that could be worked thin 'nuff to slide in here. It wouldn't hurt none if the edges were smoothed." Ta da. Hand scratcher thing idea.

"An' if that don't work ya could always stick a knife in there, but that won't go as far." Butter knife obviously.

Because apparently you're not supposed to itch these sorts of things. It 'agitates the condition', or so Sam always said. Not that it ever stopped Dean, especially after Sam told him not to.

When Kaylee picks up his hand and looks it over, Dean looks bemused. It's like she's looking at a science project, or like she's looking at the engine of his car. Like it's a brand new piece for Serenity that she's examining.

"See, that's usually what I end up doing, with the knife, but either Sam chews me out and says it's gonna get infected, or I cut myself on accident," Dean explains. Butter knife might be obvious to Kaylee, but Dean doesn't exactly see knives in the same way.

Well Kaylee's not a doctor or anything and if it itches you scratch it. Unless that move will obviously get something infected. Or someone yells to stop it.

She is examining it because this is something she could fix. Well, not the broken hand part but the difficulty with scratching in that cast.

"Then ya should use a different knife." She takes one final look - and mental measurement - before letting go of his hand. "But I still think it'd be better to see if I got any scrap that's the right size. 's your hand." So pick.

In all honestly, Dean just wants the cast off. He's never been a fan of them in the first place, since it usually limits what he can do (though he tries to do those things anyway). But broken limbs are common in his line of work. He can't remember how many times he's broken his wrist.

"Don't got any different knives. And diners don't exactly like it when you use their knives to scratch," Dean says, raising an eyebrow. "Scrap metal works. Don't go out of your way, though, I'm a big boy. I can handle the itch."

"It ain't no trouble at all. An' I'm not gonna be walkin' all 'round Taxon to get ya it. Shed's just over there." She points behind her to the building near the house. 'Shed' is a bit of an understatement but it's clearly a workspace.

She adds in as an afterthought. "Don't gotta tell me you're a big boy." She knows.

"Yeah, alright. Metal's good, then," Dean agrees, itching idly at the skin. It's slightly red, but he's ignoring that. "I'll go look around in there later, if you've got no problem with it."

Pause, and Dean glances at Kaylee, smirking. "Guess not, huh?" He knows she knows.

She shrugs a little. "Sure if ya wanna, but just find me cos 's locked right now." Normally it wouldn't be but she's making sure she takes extra special care of her father's prized tools for him. "Or I can check later, get a piece fixed up for ya."

Well at least they're both clear on that fact then. She looks to the sky before glancing at him. "What'd ya go an' fight that got your hand so bad?" Because if the answer is some person's that's still around she'd like to go glare at them for ruining one of two useful hands.

Edited 2009-06-25 07:16 (UTC)

Dean doesn't answer except for a nod, since he's got the point. It's not so bad, really, he's used to it. And he'd really rather not bother Kaylee for anything, as ridiculous as it sounds; even if it's something that small, he'd feel like he owed her.

And then she asks how it happened, and Dean's expression hardens slightly as he looks down at his hand, flexing his fingers.

"A wall. It won," Dean says simply, shrugging.

A bit of scrap metal isn't something Kaylee would hold against him. But the offer stands until he gets the block of plaster off him because it's a better alternative than sticking sharp knives in it to try and scratch a bad itch.

She bites the inside of her mouth a little. A wall?

"Why'd ya go an' beat on a wall?" she asks quietly.

True. Dean's got a funny way of seeing things.

Dean's expression doesn't change for a long moment, and then he sighs, turning his head to the side to give Kaylee a weary grin. He'd already done this with Tara, and he's not sure if he can do it again. And if he can, he's not sure if he'll break down like before or be able to get through it without his emotions kicking his ass.

"Apparently Taxon figured I needed to know what's going on back home. Didn't really like what I saw."

The expression on his face sends up a little alert in her mind. This won't be too happy then. And then he finally speaks and she almost wants him to repeat it. Her brow furrows slightly as she tries to make sense of it.

"It showed ya what's happenin' now? Right no- well, guess it ain't 'right now' no more. Don't see the point in that if we can't get home yet."

Happy's not the word for it, no. Dean grips his beer bottle a little tighter and then takes a swig from it, needing the buzz.

"Nah, I don't see the point either. Kinda useless." Dean agrees. "Doesn't look like I'm going home any time soon, unless that was just a preview for the awesome things I have to look forward to."

That was sarcasm! Also, another swig.

"Ya think it coulda been the future instead?" She takes a swig. "Sounds like science-fiction. A lotta stuff here does. 's what I thought when I got here an' got told 'bout the hatches ... different 'verses ..."

Her voice trails off.

"It ain't bad like ... a big war bad yea?" She wouldn't be too thrilled if she saw that somehow. But the war between the Alliance and the Browncoats was long over.

She pauses as a thought hits her. "If it's the future ya could fix it. Since ya know what's gonna happen an' all."

"Coulda been. If it is, I'm not looking forward to it," Dean says somewhat dully. "The end of the world isn't exactly my idea of a good time."

He's quiet for a moment while Kaylee continues on, and he's finishing off his beer before answering, trooping back to the cooler to grab another cold one. "Big bad war pretty much hits the nail on the head. Apocalypse. Luficer-rising-up-and-taking-over-Earth-bad."

Dean walks back over to Kaylee, and settles next to her, leaning against her slightly, if she'll let him.

"I'm hoping I can stop it. I have to."

"End of the world? ... Apocalypse?" Is he serious?

"But that kinda stuff's what folks tell to scare their kids straight. 'bout Lucifer an' all. He's really ... real back on Earth-that-Was. Your Earth-that-Was?"

She'd never protest him settling close by her, especially right now when she's trying to process what he said. It's a comfort to physically feel the presence of another before she gets too deep in her thoughts wondering just what else from the stories and puppet theater could be real.

"'m hopin' ya can too."

Dean nods. Good, she's not leaning away. Check that off the list of things he's allowed to do. Adventurous Dean is adventurous, yes? She's warm, and he likes that.

"That's what we thought. Hell, we didn't think angels existed either," Dean explains. "We grew up with this idea that there was just Hell, so finding out that Heaven was real and gearing up to battle Hell was like a freaking slap in the face."

Small, frustrated sigh, and then he sips his beer again. "Not that I'm pissed about there being angels. Otherwise I'd still be--"

Pause. Does he really want to tell her? Dean glances at Kaylee, thinking.

Yes Dean is being quite adventurous, leaning slightly against someone he's been around with when naked ... several times. One would hope Kaylee was warm like living humans tend to be or else there'd be an additional problem.

"Angels too? Do they got wings an' everythin'?" She just can't resist asking really. She did like some stories with pretty angels with wings in them. "How can ya grow up thinkin' there's Hell but no Heaven? I kinda figured they'd go together. Like what all the stuff said, 'specially in Sheppard's book."

She glances back at him. Otherwise he'd still be what now?

"The angels ... did somethin' real good for ya?" she asks slowly. The angels obviously did something.

Hey, usually the girls Dean sleeps with never see him again, so he's not exactly used to the whole... second date sort of thing. And Dean's met his fair share of cold human-looking girls.

"I think so. Cas has them, but I only saw the outline." Dean shrugs. "And you get that way after years and years of no help from the Big Guy Upstairs. Just demons and things that kill people. Y'get cynical after a while."

Why not? Dean's got this far.

"Pulled me outta Hell," Dean says, and this time he takes a big swig from his bottle.

That is quite true. Kaylee only saw the guys she got with again because she never left the planet until Serenity came around and Mal made her an offer.

"Cas?" The angel Cas? That can't be right. Weren't angel names supposed to be all ... high and mighty sounding? "Why weren't they helpin' out with all the demons?"

Cue Kaylee looking at him, wondering if she heard that right. And thinking she just might've. It does fit with what she asked because well, getting help out of Hell just had to be good.

She leans more heavily against the car and starts to look away when she spots part of that mysterious burn mark on his arm peeking out a bit from under his sleeve. She hadn't even tried to rationalize why he'd have a burn that looked like a handprint on him so she hadn't bothered asking (not to mention anytime she had seen it they had been busy with other things and stopping to ask about a burn was just out of the question).

She slowly lifts one hand and gently touches the bit of the burn she sees.

He was pulled out of Hell. It sounds so crazy still but what hasn't in Taxon?

"Cas. Castiel, actually." Dean explains. He's not a fan of Castiel's full name, mostly because he's lazy. "Dunno. Ask Cas, 'cause I don't got a clue."

And then she looks at him, and Dean looks in the other direction, expression blank. He can practically hear the gears turning in her head, connecting one thing to the next, and when she touches the bit of the burn on his shoulder he jumps slightly, not expecting it. It's at that point he does look at her, just watching.

She'd never asked about it before, and Dean hadn't explained, since they'd obviously been busy. But now seems like a good of time as any.

"Cas got a bit literal with the pulling part," Dean says, half trying to make a joke out of it.

Castiel. Kaylee figures that's much more angelic sounding. Wait- "He's here?" A real angel. She can meet a real angel ... later.

She doesn't notice immediately Dean is watching her. She slides her hand up, taking the sleeve, with it so that when she's done his sleeve's all bunched up and the whole burn is visible. She places her hand over it.

"But ... didn't he'd know that'd do this to ya?"

"Yeah. Usually he stalks around here until someone yells for him," Dean says, somewhat quietly. He's bracing himself, trying to stop the flood from rising up. It doesn't matter how many times he does this, it seems.

When she slides the sleeve up and presses her hand to it, Dean shivers. The skin's sensitive there, and it makes the hair on the back of his neck stand up. His gaze is still on her when he answers.

"Never asked. Cas isn't the biggest talker." His voice is still quiet, low, and his expression's mostly just weary.

"Oh." If that's the case then it seems like it's going to be a bit harder to go meeting that real angel. Unless he'd pop up when she hollers.

She keeps her hand lightly pressed to the burn for a few moments longer before pulling back.

"'s not a real nice burn but ... 's better'n there bein' no burn an' havin' ya still back in Hell." She looks up at him. "But ... ya weren't supposed to be there none yea? Seein' as how the angel pulled ya out."

At some point Dean will have to introduce them, then. He wouldn't mind, and he's pretty sure Cas doesn't have anything more important to do.

"Yeah. I'd rather have the burn." Dean agrees, shaking down his sleeve. It's not that he's embarrassed it have it, but it looks so weird and out of place. "I dunno if I was supposed to be there. The angels pulled me out 'cause I had a job to do for them."

Kaylee wouldn't mind that at all because well, it'd get her a meeting with the angel without having to sacrifice her vocal chords yelling.

She leans fully back against the car again now that she's not looking at the burn. "A job? To-" she pauses, bringing back up what he had said, "stop that Apocalypse? An' Lucifer?" It's a bit troublesome to think the angels would need to pull in reinforcements. Shouldn't they be well, really powerful somehow?

But again, them gathering help meant Dean got pulled out of Hell by one of them.

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