[OPEN] Getting Back Into the Groove [R for cussing most likely]

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Where has Dean been, do you ask?

Well, for one, he's been relaxing. That mission thing? Ridiculous. Dean's pretty sure he's not going to be emotionally traumatized, because hell, obviously he's been through worse, but man, that was one hell of a trip. So he's in the mindset of believing that yes, he deserves some downtime. That's why he's in the Sensoriums, his favorite usual hang out on the giant meatship. The room's turned into Bobby's junkyard again, only this time he's got his Impala. He's working on fixing the problems he'd told Stacy to program into the car, and really, this is probably the most relaxing thing he's done in a while.

Of course, he wouldn't mind having some company. He's thinking about seeing if Stacy can conjure him up a Bobby, just to have someone to banter with, but he hasn't really decided yet. So at the moment, he's under the hood of the Impala, messing with something with a wrench while Led Zeppelin's You Shook Me plays from a boombox nearby. He may or may not be singing along as he works.

Life is good.

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Cielo wanders back towards the Sensoriums because frankly, that seems to be the only place stuff really happens. That, and it always seems to be different every time he goes in there. So we wanders in with wide eyes like a child entering a new toy store.

Funny, for someone who comes from a world called The Junkyard he doesn't actually recognize one when he walks into it.

The former AI was drawn to the sound of music, and it made him grin. He'd only ever heard one song before, and it sounded nothing like that.

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Dean's taking a break and generally lazing about in the sun when Cielo comes in. Dean watches him walk through, and approves of the fact that he goes straight for the music. Anyone who appreciates Led Zeppelin has to be some sort of decent.

"Hey. You like Zeppelin?" Dean asks from his seat on the blue vinyl seat his brother had occupied earlier, grinning.

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Cielo tilts his head this way and that, peering close at this thing making the music. "Dat's a song, ya?"

It sounds very different from just listening to Sera's gentle singing. Very, very different, but music and rhythm are part of his soul whether he realizes it yet or not.

"What's Zeppelin?" He asks finally, blinking unnaturally blue eyes over at Dean.

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"Yeah, it's a song," Dean answers, eyebrow raised. "Guessing you don't hear many of 'em."

Which is a shame, really, because Dean can't imagine an existence without music. A lot of the time, it's what keeps him sane.

"Zeppelin's what's playing. Led Zeppelin. They're a band."

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Cielo shakes his head, beads in his hair clacking around. "Only hear one ot'er song b'fore dis. One'a me comrades would sing t'keep us calm."

He smiles and sort of half sways with the song, bobbing his head with the slow rhythm. Unfortunately, Cielo comes from a world without music, without comfort, and where true laughter is a rare thing. "What's a band? Dat like a tribe?"

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"Only one?" Dean asks, surprised. "Jeeze, that's... Hell, I don't even want to know what kind of place you come from."

But Dean does half grin at the swaying, because that's exactly the sort of reaction one should have in response to this kind of music. Good thing Dean had chosen them first; for someone who'd never listened to music before, Led Zeppelin was obviously a must.

"Sorta. A band's a buncha people, usually four, who play instruments and sing. They make music." Dean explains. "What, you don't have bands where you're from?"

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"From De Junkyard, mon. Dere be no music dere, not like dis. Nevah even heard a song b'fore Sera came. Made me feel good t'hear it."

He gestures expressively with his hands, like it almost takes his entire body to talk. "All everyone evah do is fight 'n kill 'n devour over 'n over 'gain."

Then he grins and silly grin. "Dey should make music instead, ya?"

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"Good. That's what music's supposed to do," Dean replies, nodding. "Who's Sera?"

And Dean will definitely be agreeing on that point as well. Fighting is all he does, it feels like, but at least there's things to balance it out.

"Definitely. If you ever go back to where you are, sing 'em some of this. You can't go wrong with it. Zeppelin rules."

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"Sera's a pretty girl." Cielo says with a fond smile, "We found her in a pod ting, only wit out all de gross. She saved me life wit her song de first time she sing."

The thought of him singing for his tribe was actually rather amusing to him. He could just imagine how everyone would react. Heat would complain and Gale would be unmoved. Sera would listen and Argilla too. Maybe he'd be able to make Serph smile one of those rare little smiles. "I can try dat! Maybe when I find dem, dey gotta be down in de pod place, ya?"

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Hey, Dean can appreciate a pretty girl. "Saved your life, huh? How'd she do that?"

See, Dean doesn't usually sing for people, they usually just catch him in the act. Sam tends to make fun of him for the songs that Dean sings, but it isn't Dean's fault; he just sings whatever's stuck in his head at that moment. Which is usually something embarrassing.

"Gotta be, yeah. They'll get up here eventually."

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"After everyone got de Atma-" He stops for a moment, remember what Mr Wednesday said about how people won't know what that means here. "Dat's de mark dat turn us into demons."

And he says it casually, like it was no big deal, almost like a little kid telling tall tales. "We didn' know what anytin mean yet, we were all gettin real hugry and Gale lost control and tried t'eat me. But den Sera start t'sing and he calmed down. Her song makes d'hunger stop hurtin. She's really nice."

Cielo crinkles his nose then shakes his head. "I don' wanna leave dem down dere! 'Specially Sera, we gotta protect her!"

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"Turns people into demons?" Dean repeats incredulously. Eesh, that is definitely not good news to Dean. In fact, he's hoping very, very much that there's nothing like that in his world. He'd be screwed.

"Jesus," Dean remarks, scratching the back of his neck. "Sounds like you guys got it as bad as we do. You still have that mark?"

Dean can understand that urge to protect people though, and he lifts a hand as he speaks. "Hey, hey, calm down. They're safe down there, don't you worry. Whenever she gets up here, she'll be glad you're around, I'd bet."

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"Ya." He says and pats his right thigh where his atma was. It's still there, and it still burns. "Everyone where I be from got dem. 'Sept Sera. Dat's why we gotta protect her. She special."

Cielo just pouts, everyone keeps telling him to leave them there but he just can't imagine doing that to them. They're his tribe! His comrades! Like... a family? "Seem like betrayin dem by just leavin dem down dere like dat."

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"It doesn't turn you into one, does it?" Dean asks, slightly apprehensive. He'd really have to go hunting here. He's got enough to deal with.

He nods, though. "I know, trust me. But it doesn't do much good, looking for 'em. There isn't anything you can do to get 'em out of there."

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"Well... ya. When I tell it to. Unless I get too hungry, but dat weird stuff seem t'help." To a point really. He's yet to loose control, but that 'oatmeal' stuff isn't alive so it's not exactly feeding him, merely sustaining him at an uncomfortable status quo. He's tired and hungry all the time.

Cielo just sighs and hangs his head, pouting like a child. "Dat's what everyone says."

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"Oh, right. Didn't know you could control it," Dean replies, sounding relieved. That makes things a lot easier. "Weird stuff?"

Dean half-grins at him. "Sorry, dude. Trust me, lots of people feel the same way you do."

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"Ya. Dat weird stuff Stacy makes t'eat. Don' feel like I gonna loose control or nuttin, but I'm still hungry. Wish Sera were here..." Cielo says, but then turns his attention back to the music. He's more then a little bit frustrated with this whole situation, much like everyone else.