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Say What You Want [R for Cussing][Open]

Yes, Sam Winchester was still secure in his cell, sitting on his bed, still writing in John Winchester's journal as he had been for much of the time since he'd been locked up. A stack of uneaten slop trays sat outside his cell, a sign that he was still not eating. The only nourishment he would take came from the silver flask of water that sat on the floor near the head of the bed that he had refilled periodically by either Dean or whoever was in the Precinct at the time.

He'd had several visitors, many of them trying to convince him to back down, to start eating again. But each time he had refused, defiantly resisting any and all efforts to change his mind or sway him into thinking he was wrong. He wasn't wrong. He knew it.

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Selene hummed to herself as she approached the precinct. She knew quite a bit about the Yeerk incident at this point. Namely thanks to one of the crew, Paco she believed, whose dreams she'd stumbled into by accident. She made a post to ask about it, in case she ever needed a reason for why she had to explain stuff she knew about it beyond what could be said from hear say.

Speaking of hear say, it was one of those things she heard that she found herself walking into the precinct. She'd heard about Sam Winchester. Wanting to starve himself unless the Yeerk was killed? A bit extreme and she wanted to see what she could do for him.

She popped up in front of his cell, smiling brightly and holding up a hand in a wave. "Hello," she greeted. "Can I take a guess and say you're Sam Winchester?"

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"You can," Sam answered from his spot on the bed, looking over at a girl he had obviously not yet met. "You don't win a prize for guessing right, though. And you are?"

"I imagine not. Not a lot of prizes on board," Selene said, grabbing a chair and turning it backwards before taking a seat, resting her folded arms on top of the chair as she stared at Sam. "The name is Selene Jones, one of the newer people who woke up from the pod things."

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"Oh yeah?" Sam nodded. "Well, congratulations. You just earned the booby-prize: a one-way trip on Pancreatic Cruise Lines, where the food sucks, the clothing is alive, and the chance of survival is pretty much nil."

Selene raised an eyebrow at that. "You know, I'll bet my survival is pretty high. For a bar maid, I find myself pulled into a lot of weird stuff lately. When I first woke up, I was worried I was gonna be turned into a meat puppet by the Kanshian fleet. But the color and design is wrong for their organic ships from what Helen explained to me after the first time it happened," she said with a shrug.

"Yeah? Well, just because this isn't the right ship don't assume you won't be turned into a meat puppet," Sam corrected her. "Trust me, I should know. I was one for about two and half months."

"Ah, right. I'd heard about that. The Yeerks, right? Parasitic brain slugs? I suppose I got the lucky brain control. I couldn't really remember anything after The Luminaries disabled the scouter ship," Selene said, resting her chin on her arms.

"I heard there's a Yeerk that was captured. And...you were starving yourself because...you wanted it to be killed, right?" She asked, looking at him curiously.

"Yup," Sam nodded. "Pretty informed for someone who just slid out of a slime pimple. You catch up fast."

Selene shrugged her shoulders. "Like I said, I'm a bar maid. You learn to listen to things. Especially when if you don't, you find giant spiders are in the bathroom almost a bit too late," she commented.

"Though, I have to say, probably chose the best protest there is on this ship. There's no smell of good food outside the sensorium, so you can't be tempted, right?"

"I guess so," he admitted with a laugh. "A pile of raw ground beef on a cardboard plate isn't exactly appetizing. No matter how hungry you get."

"Yeah. When it just looks like a pile of gloop, there's really no temptation to wanting to eat it. It makes high school seem like a five star restaurant," Selene said with a small laugh of her own.

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"Yeah, I guess it does," Sam laughed, remembering the food at the multitude of schools he'd attended while on the road with his dad. Although, compared to the fast food and convenience store crap he and his family had survived upon much of the time, eating crappy school food was oddly a step up.

"So what brought you down here? Hangin' out with the guy in the brig isn't exactly the most exciting thing around here."

"Even if the sensorium can make it taste the same, I'd still love for a normal hamburger or pizza," Selene said with a sigh. And that's when she started a small idea that she hoped convincing him to at least eat easier. The brig would start to smell like the foods she just mentioned. Only faintly, however. Just enough to make it seem like it was a craving making the smell.

After all, while Selene claimed to be a barmaid, she had several tricks up her sleeve, and one was the ability to make illusions for all the senses except for when someone needs it to be physically touched. So it was a simple matter to make the smell of food. After all, since they couldn't tempt him with real food, might as well at least get the smell around.

She shrugged again. "I was curious, I admit. I wanted to see if the rumors were true. Not to mention there isn't a whole lot of exciting after you get over the fact you're on an alien spaceship."

Sam's nose twitched at the faint smell of food, food that wasn't there, and there was a rather audible grumble in his stomach. It'd been days since he'd eaten and he was famished. It was, admittedly, getting harder and harder to keep turning even the slop down, but he still somehow manage to resist.

"Yeah, they're true all right," he said.

Selene kept up the smell when she heard the grumble. And would slowly, very, very slowly, make the smell stronger. Not so strong one thinks the food is there, but still present.

Selene nodded. "And let me guess, people have been done here a lot to ask you why you're so set on starving yourself until this Yeerk thing dies, right?" She asked.

And, now, she's getting a suspicious look.

"If you're as informed as you say you are that's not much of a guess, now is it?" Sam pointed out.

"Actually, that I didn't hear. I just guessed," Selene said with a sheepish grin. "I mean, a guy is acting suicidal, people ask what he thinks he has to gain in death," she said and paused.

"But I've always had a different question, I must admit. I always wonder what they don't have to live for."

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"Who says I'm suicidal?"

"If you have any real dedication to this protest, you're expecting to die. It doesn't matter if you got a purpose behind it or just because you're an emo kid, if you're expecting to die, it's suicidal," Selene said simply.

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"Maybe. But you're assuming that means I have nothing to live for, implying that I want to die. Which is a pretty big leap considering I've only known for, what, three minutes?"

"Now you're putting words in my mouth," Selene retorted. "I've merely stated what's my opinion. Now, maybe you do want to die, but I don't know that yet."

She sat up, looking at him curiously. "So I'm gonna ask. Don't you have anything you want to live for? A goal, a person? Anything that you would regret not doing if you died or someone who you'll hurt because you left them behind? I suppose I got as curious as I did because I saw there was someone else with the name Winchester on the roster and wondered how they're dealing with the situation, if they're related to you."

"Leave him out of this," Sam replied, almost snapping at her to make it clear that Dean was off-limits.

Selene paused and smiled sadly. "So he is close. I was kind of worried about that," she said. "Mainly, I just thought how I could sympathize, if you did die. Losing a family member hurts a lot."

"Look, lady, you don't even know what you're talking about, so why don't you do us both a favor and let it go and save me the trouble and you the embarrassment. All right?"

Selene looked at him calmly. "You should stop this, Sam," she said simply. "If just mentioning Dean gets you this riled up, this defensive, you're not ready to die."

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