Peace of mind? Yeah, right. [Open, and probably R for language.]

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In the past few days, Dean has: been manhandled by a bunch of animated vines, been called an incestuous homosexual, nearly gotten into a fight with Blondie, nearly gotten into a fight with a giant blue horse, watched his brother try to fix his brain, gotten beaten up by a girl, and had to listen to the same Blondie and a giant wolf argue. It has not been a good week.

So Dean is wandering the ship, drinking straight from a bottle of booze, trying to unwind. By the time he reaches the sensoriums, he's feeling a bit better, so he sits down in the middle of one of them, ignoring the open door, and lets Stacy take over.

What unfolds around him is, in fact, Bobby's house. The car junkyard is off to the side of where he's sitting, and Bobby's messy house is behind him, and he's sitting on the lawn, feeling the sun shine down on him. It's nice.

So to anyone wandering by? You'll see Dean, on the grass of the lawn, soaking up the sun and occasionally sipping from his bottle.

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Dean, still holding his bottle, sees the guy from where he's sitting. Because of said bottle, Dean's feeling friendlier than normal, so he lifts a hand in greeting. Besides, if anything bad happens, Dean has his gun, as always.

"Welcome to my memories, apparently." He says, with a half-grin.

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"Uh, hi," Chris says, taking half a step properly inside, and he looks over at the junkyard curiously. He seems a little—on-edge about something, though it's not clear just what. "...It's nice," he comments, not sure of what to say.

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Since he's grown up noticing these sort of things, Dean sees that uneasiness, and shades his eyes from the sun.

"Yeah, for me. Doesn't look like you like it much, though." Dean replies, more blunt than rude.

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"I sunburn very easily... The ship isn't doing it, I guess because it's all fake, but..." He squints and glances up before back at Dean. "It's weird actually being outside, or something like it, I guess."

Chris looks a little sheepish at having explained this.

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"Not sure if you can get sunburned by a fake sun," Dean replies, but he shrugs. "Hell, if you don't want to be in the sun, don't. It's called free will for a reason."

Dean glances around, though, and spots shade nearby, provided by the junkyard's cars. "There is shade over here, though." Dean says, gesturing to it.

And then it's promptly back to his bottle.

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Chris shuffles in finally, hesitantly heading straight for the shade once he's there. "I've already been in the city and it hasn't done anything, so I don't think this will..."