trans_9 | If it keeps on rainin', the levees are goin' break [Open]

One of the people grateful for the return of crew members from Gailee was one very worn out Dean Winchester. He was barely getting by but forced himself to push through while Security was short handed, and down one of the co-heads. Upon Dick's return, he sent him a weary 'Welcome back, tag you're it.' message on the comms before leaving his notes for the threat database he'd been compiling where it was easily accessible to him. He debated heading to the Tavern, but that meant people, especially certain people. The Impala was in the Hangar, but so was Serenity so that was out too for now. He finally decided on making his way to the Beer Tree in Hydroponics, and flopped down on the grass underneath. He had grabbed a few bottles, and proceeded to crack the first open.

A few hours later, there was a small collection of bottles nearby, but Dean wasn't even close to being that drunk. To be honest, he didn't have much urge for anything at the moment. He'd have to get back eventually but right now, he wasn't moving or doing one damn thing.

Just felt empty and hollow. Like a shell or (vessel).

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"Nighttime eternal, huh?" Applejack sighed, lightly kicking at the ground beneath her. She didn't need to buck the tree and send more bottles raining on her head.

"I don't think anypony's having too bright a day 'round these parts, to tell you the truth. 'Cept maybe Pinkie Pie."

Small tight smile at that, "Not that literal. I mean all the stuff out there in the dark. The kind nobody wants to think exists."

He tilted his head, and gestured vaguely toward his comm, "That the hyper one from your world who needs to switch to decaf?"

"That'll be her all right. Ain't a soul in all of Equestria she hasn't tried to throw a party for," Applejack chuckled a little darkly.

"I mean, I get what she's trying to do, but...this is war," she whispered, sounding a little worried. "Her family was ripped clean apart, just like the rest of ours. And even worse is gonna happen, right?"

He snorted but didn't comment further. At least he hadn't run into that one in person. Pinkie (Seriously? Pinkie!?) sounded like somebody to take in small doses or not at all.

Dean studied Applejack for a moment, debating what to say. Could lie and say no, but he knew the truth. Plus Applejack looked like she could take directness, "Already has a few times around here, and you know what, we're still here. Still fighting. That counts."

"Darn right it does," Applejack swore. She was frightened by the possibilities, yeah, but what good was it to anypony if they just laid down and died? That wasn't fighting at all.

"So...whatever's up in that head of yours, we're gonna beat it. Might take a while, won't be perfect, but we've all got a load to carry. We'll get through."

Dean gave her begrudging smile at her comment. Her attitude made him think of Jo a little.

He then waved a hand, "No offense, but it ain't worth it. Focus on what you can fight. The sons of bitches that took our homes, and anything threatening the ship." The thing was, he felt he wasn't worth the effort.

"Ain't no threats I can see right now," she countered. "Look, I'm not gonna go bucking your door down. But there's no reason you can't talk to somepony. Maybe you don't want to, but hiding stuff...well, it hurts."

That was Applejack's way. 'Honesty is the best policy' taken to extremes.

Dean scowled at that. Why the hell didn't people leave him alone about this personal crap, and wanting to talk about freaking feelings. It's horseshit, or make that ponyshit in this case, "Better than doing that sharing caring crap. That might work for your world of everybody shitting rainbows and sunshine, but doesn't work in most places."

Applejack could see that this was a likely lost case. She fixed him with her sharp stare for just a few more seconds.

"Now I don't know if you've noticed, but there ain't no sunshine here. 'Sides, I reckon friendship works about the same just about anywhere, whether you're roundin' up parasprites or fightin' for our lives---everyone's. No one's saying you gotta, but it might help."

She tossed another apple over her shoulde, this one baked in something sweet. "But I'll just let you have a think."

Dean's scowl didn't go away, but he paused at the passing gift she left behind. Goddammit. She didn't know any better, and it looked good. Still, he just couldn't talk. It'd take too long to explain, and it's better to bury it all. Just keep shoving it down a dark hole, and forget it exists.

Still he did take the apple treat with him to eat later as he got up to find something stronger.

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