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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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"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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