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Still got those mother nature's blues [Open]

Dean had switched off on tracking the Dalgig for the time being, and other Security were keeping an eye to the other visitors. Only stopped by the Brig for some prisoners to get their walking papers.

He stopped by the Observation Deck, but there was nobody there to see. Why would there be? Mom and Dad were long gone, couldn't save Adam. Cas wasn't around anymore either. Would have been good seeing Bobby, or maybe even Ellen or Jo, but of course, never get that lucky. Old Winchester luck again, screwed, blue and tattooed.

He decided to head down to the Sensoriums. Part of the reason he wanted to compile information on the all of the past threats to the Ship was to set up a training program to develop strategy, and best methods for taking them out. Right now, he got some details on the giant bugs that some of the oldest crew dealt with. Which meant busy pumping shotgun shells into one. His eyes were singularly focused, his expression hardened.

This was easier. Just focus on doing his job, don't bother with any of that other crap. Who needed it? Certainly not him.

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"Never have, Sammy." If anything, it made it easier. Felt more like one of their hunts, watching each other backs against the fuglies and other crap. Saving people, hunting things. How it was supposed to be.

"Nothing down there for us," he added. Not as a question, but a statement. He knew Sam would have alerted him and vice versa if there was somebody.

Sam's jaw tightened at the reminder, letting it help him focus for a moment before he shook his head. "No." Just putting it out there for them both. "But that's just about usual, isn't it?"

Dean plugged another couple of rounds into an Ohm as it screeched in pain.

"Yeah, story of our lives. Why should that change even in space?"

Sam turned, firing into an Ohm that got a little too close. But the thrill of it was good, even if it wasn't all that dangerous at the end of the day. "We should have a barbeque at the house," he finally said. "Maybe nobody from our world showed up, but we have people here that are important. It might be good to remind ourselves of that."

Dean ducked from one of the acid spewing Ohm trying to attack him. The controls were adjusted so they wouldn't get that hurt, but still some safeties off since he felt it was better to be prepared to avoid the attacks.

"Why? Having a BBQ right here already."

It wouldn't kill them. That was all Sam was worried about. "You know what I mean. They aren't Bobby or Cas, but we have people here. No reason to close ourselves off when it's not like we're going to have to leave."

"I'm not closing myself off, just keeping prepared. Especially with those Dalgig acting shifty on board."

He fired off a few more shots, "Thought that was the big prize at the end? We plug the Ohm, and get our worlds back. Got no choice but to leave all this."

"I meant right away." Like they always had to back home.

Sam tracked one fast Ohm, getting the speed down before he shot and took a moment to reload. "And...I'm not sure I want to go back, anyway."

"What, hijack a ship, go hunting in space or something?" Dean turned to him, and he paused the simulation for the moment.

"What about finishing up, going back to Stanford again? After all that mess back there?"

Sam shook his head. "If what Cas says is true, there's...not really going to BE an after." Not for him. "There's not exactly a way to manage to get Lucifer back in his cage without somebody going down with him."

Which meant Sam. "And no, we don't have to hijack a ship. Just...there has to be a choice, right? They won't just shove us back, right?"

"No, Sam, I'm not letting that happen to you. And they can kiss my ass if they try to shove us back there. Take them out first for trying it."

"That's what I'm saying. The best way to keep it from happening, to keep all those people safe, is for us to...just not be there."

There were plenty of hunters in their world. It wouldn't go undefended. And without Azazel to start things up again, it would be a long time before there would be another threat like this one to their world. "And I'm positive that Bobby and some of the others are in the pods. No reason they have to go back, either, once this is all over."

Everybody they loved could be safe.

"If they're there sure." Least they would have the option whether to go or not.

"once thought Kaylee's part of the universe, didn't sound too bad," he quietly admitted before his face went into a neutral expression again.

"Not sure where to go now, though looks like some people don't or can't go home either."

"They're there." Fuck, Sam was NOT going to let himself start thinking that they weren't. "They're just as good about keeping under the radar as always, though." He managed a half smile. "We were never really good at that."

See the number of times they'd had the police after them.

Sam nodded, looking around. "Maybe the GIA will NOT be jerks, for once, and give us a planet or something to recolonize. The ones who can't or won't go home." If any of them actually could, that was. "It'd be interesting, that's for sure."

Dean scoffed, "That's because you tower over everybody. Hard to hide, man." Not that he hasn't pissed off his share of people either, or actually pissed off a lot of people.

"Maybe, I ain't holding my breath on that one. Might have to do it for ourselves. Though what does that mean, farming on a version of Tattoine or something?"

"Dude, Tattoine sucks for farming." Hello, desert planet. "I don't know what it would mean. Maybe we could just hitch a ride with someone else or something. I just know that...if I have a way out of it, I don't want to go home."

"Then why the hell were his uncle and aunt doing it? And yeah, but where? Ask around if anybody's got an extra place?"

"They were moisture farmers. Basically condensed water out of the air and...that is so not the point." Sam was way too much of a nerd, apparently. "And...I don't know, man. It's not like it's something we need to decide on right away anyway."

Dean snorted at his over sized nerd of brother, and then glanced around. His mind had wandered so the surrounding area resembled the wide Singer Salvage yard now. He could always bring the simulation back up later.

"Look, Sam if you're ready pulling for this BBQ, man...fine. Fire up the grill. Especially if there's still any meat from the last leave." Even though the Lirath mess was a total clusterfuck.

"We have some. It's getting to the end point where it's safe to freeze it, so we should probably use it up." Which meant a lack of meat for a while, but there were people who were always working on raising animals that could be eaten.

Dean just nodded, "That'll work." Sucks there's not much left, but good people are making provisions. He was reluctant these days for any kind of celebrating. What was the point? But if it makes his family happy, he'd do it.

"Got ideas on when? You gonna send out the invites? I'll get things set up here."

Honestly, Dean's lack of willingness to celebrate was part of the reason Sam wanted to do it. Dean hadn't been the happiest guy back home, not for a while, but hoped to dig Dean out of his funk a little bit.

"Give it a week, maybe? I figured I'd make a post to the people we'll want around most. Set aside some of the meat for Rhiow." Since she probably wouldn't want anything cooked.

Dean just wasn't the same party guy for some years now. But now there had been too much hurt and disappointments piling up.

"All right, I'll check our supplies and start rustling things up. Got that table in the back we can use." It wouldn't be a huge crowd after all.

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