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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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"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.

Dean folds his arms, and now he's definitely not looking at Kaylee, staring at the ground instead. He's closing himself off unconsciously, as he always does with Hell conversations. It's definitely not his favorite topic.

"Yeah. To stop it. Or that's what I thought it was supposed to be. Turns out the angels wanted Lucifer to rise. They wanted a 'holy war' or some shit. Something about glory." Dean explains, eyes firmly on his feet.

"Damn smug bastards."

All she can do is stare at him, open-mouthed and wide eyed.

"Renci de Fozu* ... they what?! How could they wanna start a war on purpose ... what 'bout all the people? That don't make no sense. None."

Kaylee wouldn't exactly call them 'smug bastards'.

"An' that angel what pulled you outta Hell ... 's he lookin' for a war too?"

*Merciful Buddha

Dean finally glances at her, and gives her a grim smile; her words echo his thoughts pretty much exactly. It's what he'd yelled at Castiel about, and it's the reason he'd felt like trying to exorcise Zachariah.

"S'what I said. Like I mentioned, the holy war thing. They figured they were gonna win, and there's nothing more glorious than kicking Hell's ass, apparently," Dean says dully. "The Big Guy Upstairs apparently left the building, so the angels were in charge of the whole thing."

'Smug bastards' is probably the politest term he could use at this point.

"Cas? No. He's not. He--" Dean stops, and frowns, guilt flashing across his expression. "He went against the other angels. Fought off a freakin' archangel 'cause he was on my side."

"But ya can figure somethin' all ya want but that don't mean it's gonna happen for sure. The Alliance thought the war'd be quick but the Browncoats gave 'em a good fight." Right up to the end too - which was an Alliance victory. Sigh.

"Those angels ... they're all moonbrained!"

Kaylee's emotionally charged statement on the angels fizzles out some. Apparently one specific, currently-in-Taxon, angel has a sound brain in him. Even if it makes Dean look a bit guilty.

"He did?"

"Yeah, well. The angels are a buncha ego-tripping morons." And his tone indicates that yes, he's irritated by them. He likes the earth just the way it is, without any fire or burning or demons. It's what he's worked against for his entire life.

And Dean merely nods on that last bit, thinking over what Castiel's done for him. It ends up spilling out without Dean really even thinking about it, staring at the ground again and speaking quietly. He sounds ashamed, almost.

"Cas tried to warn me about the holy war thing. But the other angels caught him and pulled him back up to Bible Camp, probably kicked his ass around for caring about the people on earth. Basically turned on his brothers to save us." Dean runs a hand through his hair distractedly. "I don't think I could do that, Kaylee. I don't think I could turn on Sam to save all those people. I just--"

Dean stops dead, and falls silent. And it's the awful truth.

"An' that was all cos he tried to say somethin'? What's wrong with likin' people. I thought the angels were supposed to be watchin' over us, not ... beatin' on the ones who really do care." She wholeheartedly agrees - those angels are missing way too many functioning brain bits.

Wait.

"Turn on-" But that's his brother. She could never turn on her own for anything. The thought is horrific. Were those angels demanding he do just that? Turn on his brother?

She moves without thinking to wrap her arms around him.

Dean doesn't answer the first part, because that's exactly his same thoughts, again. The angels aren't exactly a bunch of fluffy harp-players, Dean's come to find out, and he's not sure that he's a fan. In fact, scratch that, he's definitely not a fan.

Except for Castiel. He owes Castiel his life. Literally.

The thought of turning on Sam, having to erase him or hurt him, even, hurts. There isn't a way in any world Dean could do it. When Kaylee turns to wrap her arms around him, he stiffens at first, startled, but the moment his brain catches up with his instincts, he's holding her tightly, face buried in her hair.

It's comforting, but weird. Hugs aren't exactly the way that Winchesters deal with anything.

Right now she believes they're a bunch of crazies with fluffy white wings. It doesn't really match up too well with the stories she knows from when she was little.

Kaylee knows a hug won't fix much of anything in this situation but right now it just feels nice. Solid. And she continues to keep her arms tight around him and will until stopped.

It's really a disappointment to Dean, too. He's never believed in angels, and now that he does know that they exist, it hasn't changed a single thing. The world is still a mess, and the angels are just as bad as the demons. There's no winning.

And while the hug doesn't fix anything, it helps. Dean won't cry, won't let himself do anything weak around Kaylee, but the hug is different. It lets him know for now, he hasn't got anything to worry about losing right now. ~~Unless Kaylee leaves, but he's ignoring that.~~

When he finally loosens his grip, he pulls back slightly, gently, and lets his fingers drop to her chin, lifting it up so he can kiss her. It's not like his other ones. This kiss is softer, almost a thank you.

Because Dean's not sure how else to show it.

The world, the 'Verse is a mess. Angels and demons or just the humans in the Alliance. Apparently it made no major difference. Either way saw war and loss.

So she keeps hugging him. ~~That is not something she gives much thought to. Best to think that they are either stuck for a long time or able to choose when to go back.~~

She's reluctant to ease her grip but she does so. It's not for nothing though. She's kissed and been kissed so many ways but this is different. She returns it just as softly, not wanting to ruin any part of the moment.

And either way, innocent people were dying. It's not something Dean approves of or wants anywhere, anytime, any universe.

Kaylee responding the way she does (so softly, gently) nearly kills Dean, and he breathes in sharply when he pulls away from the kiss. For a moment, he stares at her, and then leans forward, resting his forehead against hers for just a moment.

"Didn't mean to let that all out on you. Sorry, sweetheart."

She stands quietly as Dean stares and then blinks a few times when her vision is suddenly full of an extreme close-up of one Dean Winchester. She could count freckles right now if she wanted.

Once his apology is out she shakes her head slightly in the negative. "Ain't no need to fret. 'm real glad ya told me." Mystery on the burn? Solved, and with extra bonus information thrown in. "Wish I could help but ya know I'm 'round to listen." And more of course.

Hey, one extreme close-up of Dean Winchester isn't such a bad view.

He's relieved that Kaylee had reacted the way she had. He's not sure he could've handled another Tara-like encounter, because as much as he appreciates and cares about Tara, two emotional experiences is definitely over the Winchester yearly quota.

"I figured," Dean takes a deep breath, and then pulls his forehead away from Kaylee's, flashing her a tiny grin. And maybe he'll sneak in another kiss for good measure.

Agreed.

Kaylee doesn't really have an emotional experiences limit, though it saddens her to see people she cares about not doing so hot. So she's happy to see Dean's doing pretty good considering what he just let out into the open.

Especially since he's snuck in that kiss. Well, two can play at that and she kisses back a bit longer before pulling away.

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

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