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A Slight Misunderstanding

When they blast down the door to the Medical Wing--and they'll have to, to get in--the group of newly podpopped crew-mates will bear witness to an interesting sight. Several individuals are strapped to med-beds, restrained by insect-looking legs pinning them down. One of those individuals has a cape and domino mask that may be familiar to one of the new crew-members--even if he's older than that crew member last remembers. Medical scans and monitors blip away. There are test tubes and other medical equipment around, including a flask with some sort of nasty gray slug curled at the bottom.

A few individuals are standing around, standing guard, including a girl with a bow and arrows. In the back of the Medical Wing is a woman with a scared-looking little girl.

Sitting on a stool, leaning over a shaggy-haired young man (who appears to have suffered a horrible head wound), is that green-skinned, blonde-haired individual shown by the AIs earlier. Some freaky looking goggles are over his eyes, and a strange and sinister-looking surgical glove, attached to an apparatus on the ceiling and full of rotating micro-lasers and mini-scalpels among other things, is on his hand.

It is, unfortunately, not an image that lends itself to easy interpretation.

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Dean blinks at Nathan, and while he looks sort of blank, he's listening. When Nathan's finished, Dean gives half a nod, and then glances back at his brother. His voice is low.

"Yeah, he is," Dean replies. "Thanks. I'll let you know."

He probably won't, because he's a stubborn mule, but he's being polite. Ish.

Nathan was the same way so he just said, "I'll bring something by later. Only serve slop around here unfortunately." He thinks of it as month old food rations from his time in the military.

Dean doesn't answer for a second; he's distracted. But if Sam's life wasn't potentially in danger, he'd be a lot more friendly. Big brothers need to bond, after all. But the word slop catches his attention, and he spares Nathan a look.

"Slop? Really?" Dean is still enough of his regular self to look disgruntled. "No cheeseburgers?"

Nathan remarked with a grimace in return, definitely missing burgers himself, "No, just that. Ship doesn't have specials. I'll show you where the cafeteria sometime."

"Right. After..." Dean pauses, and trails off, looking back to Sam. "After this."

He heaves a sigh, and it's back to his low tone of voice. "So you got a little brother, too?"

"Yeah."

Nathan found a seat nearby.

"Yeah. About 12 years younger than me. Peter. Hasn't shown up yet." Trying not to think of his brother still stuck sleeping in a pod somewhere and no way to free him.

"Twelve years, huh? That's a pretty big gap." Dean shifts in his seat-- the clothes he's wearing suck and are uncomfortable. "He a pain in the ass?"

Nathan's about as used to the plantsuit as anybody can be to something planty that pulses.

"Definitely. Often had to pull his ass out of the fire a number of times."

Dean manages half a grin, and rubs his eyes. "I know how that is. Sammy's got himself into all sorts of trouble. Always gotta get him out of it."

It's said as fondly as Dean gets, though.

Nathan shook his head, and chuckled, equally fond as he thought of Peter, "Don't know what it is. Always got head up in the clouds most of the time. Not even looking where they're going."

Oh hello irony see what you did there?

Dean snorts. "You got that right. And it's always our job to pull them back down."

Oh, Dean can relate with that irony, most definitely. Selling his soul? Yeah, that falls under that category.

Silence, then: "You guys close?"

"Yeah. Always been there to protect him.". Even from himself sometimes or as it seems.

"Sounds like me and Sam. Since we were real small. Had to watch him when our Dad went out." Dean's voice is quiet, and his face is turned away from Nathan's. It's times like these he really thinks emotions suck.

They really can, and Nathan knew it well. All that time with Peter missing somewhere, only going by his instincts to guess that he was still alive.

"Yeah, kept close contact even when I was away at school. Our Dad... he didn't pay much attention to him." Just to Nathan, the Golden Boy.

Wow, they're more alike than Dean thought. Though he wishes he could've kept contact with Sam while he'd been at school.

"Yeah, our dad either." Dean says, looking irritated. "Sam was a rebel kid, and Dad didn't like that."

Nathan was surprised at that as well, of being the father's favorite.

"Yeah, Peter didn't want to go to law school, and well, our dad was more disappointed in him. I was there for Pete more than him."

That actually makes Dean laugh, even though he knows it's probably inappropriate. But it's not his fault, because law school? That's irony.

"Sam was the one who wanted to go to law school. He left the... family business." Dean pauses, and runs a hand through his hair. "I woulda been there, but he left without much of a goodbye."

Irony loves company too?

Nathan was surprised more, and eyed the laugh.

"Law is our family business. What's yours?"

Dean flashes him a grin that's not all that real.

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you."

Nathan just shrugged at that.

"Maybe." He then flashed a toothy politician grin back.

"Care to bet?"

His feet started lifting from the ground again.

Dean watches as Nathan starts to lift off the ground, and a disbelieving look crosses his face. Well, just when he thought he'd seen it all.

"Well, that changes things." Dean says mildly. He scratches the back of his head, and then continues in that same mild tone.

"The family business, for my family, at least, is hunting supernatural creatures. Ghosts, demons, vampires, werewolves, the whole she-bang." He chuckles humorlessly. "Sammy was different. He wanted to go to school."

Nathan settled back down on the floor.

"Didn't have anything like that back home. Just some people with abilities... My family included. Especially Pete."

He shook his head at that, "Be hard to do anything like that on a small scale."

"Huh. Abilities." Dean's gone back to staring at Sam. "There are people like that back where I'm from. Sam, for one."

A pause, then: "Your brother. Is he supposed to use those abilities of his?"

Eyebrows raised at that.

He glanced at Sam, and then back up.

"Not sure if there's any supposed to about it. Pete thinks we should. Goes on about destiny all the time. ...Sometimes I wonder if maybe he's right." Sometimes.

Dean's going to regret saying that later, but right now, he's so tired he's not even really thinking.

"Destiny is crap." Dean mumbles, crossing his arms on the bed and letting his head fall on top of them.

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