Reporting back [R for Cussing]

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Having shaken off Chaucer after the huge meeting of all the crewmates, Dean is finally getting the chance to head back to the Med Bay to fill Sam in. Of course, still being off balance and out of sorts, Sam had had to stay behind, and as much as Dean didn't like leaving him places by himself for extended periods of time (because the last time that had happened, Dean had ended up in Hell), he'd figured he should go anyway. Meet some people, get a grip on the situation, and protect the underdogs. Same old, same old.

But he's glad to be back, and when he pushes through the door and heads to Sam's bed, he's grinning.

"Heeey, Sammy. You missed a helluva meeting," says Dean, pulling at the plant suit at his forearms. He's still not used to having it on, and he really misses his old clothes. Of course, he's got his amulet, so he's grateful for that, at least.

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Re: Sam, Dean, and McCoy

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"Well, the physical parts done...you should be able to convert short term memory into long term memory a bit better, but that doesn't mean all the files are still up there." Bones says, pointing to his head. "I heard rumor of some people on this ship with telepathy or something..."

Re: Sam, Dean, and McCoy

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"Yeah, I know two of 'em," Dean speaks up at this point, moving closer to get a better look at Sam. He's not giving his little brother much choice, leaning in and checking the back of Sam's neck where the hypospray was administered. Deal with it, Sam, or you'll have an even bitchier brother.

"We'll talk to them." Dean continues, satisfied with his check, and then glances at Bones. "Thanks, Doc."