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This Old House, Winchester Style [Open]

The way things kept going with frequent visitors, and how their little family was increasing all the time now... Well the place was just getting too small. So Dean had started working on expanding out some rooms. He went over some plans with Xander recently. (Following a stern talking to about his brother, and how weird the idea of having a possible brother in law now was to all parties. A few threats were made and noted before he finally tabled the topic for the time being.)

The sound of hammering could easily be heard in their part of the city. Furthermore, between the humid temperature of the ship, and exertion from the construction project, Dean was now working shirtless with jeans and boots.

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Well, technically shapeshifting is what Marco does. He just doesn't do the freaky skin shedding thing. Or the whole being a creature of evil thing.

He trotted closer, coming to see down in front of Dean's feet and look up at him. <you have fun with that then. Maybe sometime in the next decade or so, you'll actually finish it,> Marco scoffed. <Why the hell do you even need more rooms anyway?>

Which is much much better really. Hence why Dean wouldn't have an urge to gank him or the other Animorphs.

"Because Tom's got a room here now too. Kaylee and I are together. Kang and Rhiow often stop by. Only a matter of time before more of Kaylee's shipmate friends come for visit. We're going to need the extra space."

<Dude what are you, a motel?> Marco paused for a moment. Tom with other people wasn't so bad - but the parasite in his head wasn't. And Marco had been plenty suspicious of both Kang and Rhiow's actions regarding the Yeerks lately. <You sure you want so many people around with Iniss living in your house?>

"No, but more people from home might wake up too. And some of them got a room reserved already." Like there was no question that Bobby wouldn't move in with them if he woke up.

"Look I hate Iniss, same as you. But I'm not turning Tom away. Better to keep an eye on the asshole, and he doesn't bother Tom as much with us around."

Marco looked at Dean intently for a moment - an odd look, on a dog - before nodding. <Fine. Just as long as you know what you're in for - whatever Tom knows, Iniss does. Including whatever Tom finds out about your friends.>

Dean just smiled a not so nice smile as he calmly said, "Yeah I got that. Iniss should know if I ever figure out a way to rip him out without hurting Tom." Or even if Tom gets hurt, as long as he can recover from it.

"That'll be one dead slug, and we got plenty of salt."

Suddenly, Marco likes you that much more now Dean.

<There is a way to do that,> Marco drawled casually. <Just make sure Iniss can't eat any of the gloop. Yeerks need to feed on Kandrona rays, and that's where he's getting them from. Just wait three days, and poof! One dead slug.>

Dean stopped immediately, and sat down nearby. His expression was smiling, but in a 'I plan to hunt and gank evil sons of bitches' way.

"We'd have to hold Tom down for it right? And bet it hurts like a real bitch for the Yeerk right?"

<Yeah. Otherwise, you risk Iniss getting away. And it'll hurt plenty. The Yeerks would use death by starvation as their worst form of execution. It's not exactly pleasant for the host either, but it doesn't hurt them. And they'll be free at the end of it.>

"What's 'not pleasant?'" Because he didn't want to torture the poor kid if he could help it.

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<Dude, Iniss would be dying. In Tom's head. You really think that's gonna be a walk in the park?> Marco said dryly. <And apparently when they die there's this whole weird thing where the host ends up with some of the Yeerk's memories. Believe me, it's better if you can convince the Yeerk to leave on their own, but if they don't it's still better than leaving them a Controller.>

Remembering their last attempt to free Tom, Marco growled, softly. <Except some people can't get that idea into their thick heads. It's all, 'Oh no, we have to protect the Yeerk.' Fuck the yeerk! You know what? If some pathetic little ghost girl hadn't decided that a slug dying was too horrible, Tom would be free right now. Hell, Iniss wouldn't even be dead 'cause Cassie had convinced him that coming out and being put into stasis was better than starving. But no, we couldn't make the slug stay in stasis. Because it's just soooooo awful, having to basically be asleep and unaware in order to let someone else be fucking free.>

Dean looked stricken at that. He figured it'd mean torture, but as much as he wanted to tear into Iniss...he didn't want to open that door. And he sure as hell didn't want Tom to see that side of him, and hurt him.

However Marco's next comments made him want to growl in turn.

"You're shitting me. They wanted to freaking protect IT? And why the FUCK didn't it stay in stasis and away from Tom?!"

<We never got Iniss into stasis. He was just about to come out of Iniss, when Little Miss Casperella decided to fly through the wall and 'rescue' Tom. Somehow Iniss managed to convince her that he's not a pathetic piece of crap, and that it would be 'cruel' to not let him swan around in someone else's body. And you know the real kicker?> Marco snarled, baring his teeth. <The only reason Tom 'decided' to stay a Controller is because of her too. Because a naive little girl who didn't understand what she was asking wanted him too.>

"That figures some freak would help the slug out. She's lucky I wasn't around to do a salt and burn," Dean scowled as he paced around one side of the house.

"Poor kid never should have been treated as a meatsuit in the first place."

<Dude, what the hell is throwing salt at her going to do?> Marco said, eying Dean.

<This sucks, man. They could save Tom anytime they wanted, and they don't. We never even had that chance. And now we're here, and there's no Yeerk Empire to fight, and we still can't save him because the goddamn Council is too busy trying to make sure the Yeerk is alright to actually think about what Tom really needs.> Marco slumped, sinking down to the ground with his head between his front paws. <And now Jake's gone, and he never even got to talk to him without having to worry about Iniss.>

"It puts ghosts to rest. Best way to do it. Salt and burn the remains, ghost got nothing to hold it on earth. Poof."

Dean frowned more, not thrilled about things getting all mucked around with damn politics now.

"What do you mean you never had the chance?" Shit, that didn't sound good at all. He had a bad feeling about it.

Interesting. Marco filed that piece of information away for future reference.

<Tom's dead back home,> Marco said bluntly. <At the end of the war, Iniss was going to fly off and start his own little empire. We couldn't capture him. If we let him go, we'd have condemned some other planet to slavery. And Tom would have had to spend the rest of his life a slave, with no hope of freedom, because even though Iniss had the morphing cube and could have just morphed permanently, he was never going to let Tom go.>

Although technically, it was only Jake who'd made that call. Jake, who had to sentence his own brother to death. But Dean didn't need to know that.

Dean's face fell at that. Oh fuck, oh fucking Christ. He deserved better than that. His shoulders slumped, and one hand drew up to his face.

"Goddammit! This ship. This fucking ship." Like hell he's letting that kid go back to it. He'd sooner say they should all just settle on a planet somewhere, far away from any fucking destiny.

Sam was home. Sam had been home the entire time, though he'd been doing work inside and upstairs, close enough to one of the windows that he could hear what was going on outside.

Which meant he could hear Dean talking to nobody else. He'd stuck his head out once to see...a dog. A pretty dog, sure. But Dean seemed to be holding a conversation with it, which meant that it probably wasn't just a dog. Which meant likely one of the shapeshifting kids. He wasn't sure which of them it was, though Marco was the only one of them that came around.

At least, he hoped it was one of the kids. If Dean was talking to the voice in his head, he was going to have to ask Daja to work a little faster. Even if it meant sacrificing a few more bullets.

He managed to ignore most of it, but Sam had something of a 'Dean's moping' radar. Or maybe it was just the tone of voice that came up. He couldn't hear the words clearly, but it was enough to make Sam start looking around.

It took a few minutes, but Sam balled up a couple of t-shirts, leaning out the window and throwing them at Dean's back. One missed and got the dog. He'd have to apologize for that later. "Whatever you're angsting about, stop," he shouted down.

Marco had been aware of Sam's presence of the house - he could smell him, after all - but he hadn't expected that he'd suddenly start throwing things at them. He yelped, jumping up to shake his head madly and throw the shirt off.

Dean jerked his head up, and yelled back, "Asshole! Stop being such a whiny bitch and come down. Try to pull that shit then!" He then grabbed the balled up shirt and winged it back up to the window. Or at least tried to since he had to fight against gravity, and increased surface friction in the shirt coming loose.

Well, it had the desired effect. At least Dean was thinking about something else. "Yeah yeah, whatever. I'll be down in a few."

He did snag the shirt out of the air and drag it back in. The other one could be grabbed once he was downstairs.

Finally free of the shirt, Marco watched the house closely, waiting for Sam to show up. Talking to Dean about how much Iniss sucked was one thing - but Sam was the one that choose to become a Controller. Okay, so if Cassie was here she'd argue that not everyone who decided to become a voluntary Controller was necessary a complete idiot who was in favour of Yeerk Domination, blah blah blah...but fact is, Sam was still an unknown. Marco didn't understand his motivations, and that made him harder to judge.

<Great aim,> he said sarcastically to Dean instead, not including Sam in his thought-speak just yet. <Just wait till Stacy gets her own baseball team. They'll be begging you to join.>

Dean would point out that somebody threatening to kill doesn't make it voluntary. Though he still doesn't completely understand why Sam is continuing to allow Schmuz. Why the slug can't just stay in a jar somewhere again.

He snorted, "Bite me Lassie. I could have played once.". Years ago, before the fire, he was starting to learn t-ball. And his old man had a good arm too.

One day, maybe they'd actually sit down and talk it out. Sam had his reasons. Dean would probably think they were dumb reasons, but whatever. It was a conversation that probably wouldn't happen until Schmuz had his own body.

Bobby was right behind Sam as he made his way outside a few minutes later. The adolescent dog caught scent of Marco and decided to run over give the new dog a sniff. "Hey, Bobby! Stop that." Sam dug a ball out of his pocket, picked up at the marriage planet and bounced it to get Bobby's attention before tossing it away. Bobby went tearing after it, which made Sam snort. "Sorry about that. He's still pretty excitable."

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