and i will find the enemy within

[ruinously]

Who: Dean and You!
What: All of the above
When: late march, early april.
Where: all over.
Warnings: will be noted in the warnings ¯\_(ツ)_/¯



adult pool;

[ sometimes, you need to breathe. Even when the sea swells and rolls and dips underfoot as far as the eye can see, no land in sight, boat swaying under boots -- sometimes you just need to breathe.

And sometimes you need to do it with a drink in your hand and your feet propped up - that's what's Dean is doing. Being on another metal tube that may sink at any given moment has triggered anxiety he didn't even know he had, and, well - drinking is always a good excuse for therapy.

He can't find any rhyme or reason to what is happening in this place anyway, and after the his first soup drenching, he's not bothered to put on clothes he likes when heading out to partake. Instead, he's shied away from the buffet tables a little and is instead lounging by the pool in his newest (and lets be real, his new favorite) pair of boardshorts and a wide brimmed hat, eyes protected by a comically large pair of sunglasses, which is all that was available in the shop.

God, he looks like such a douchebag, he knows. He also doesn't care.

Cash him outside, bitches. ]

cabins;

[ Should you actually know what Dean's cabin is (and even if you don't, knock knock bitches), then he could be found there, maybe, provided his weirdo roommate isn't lurking around. Crowley's fine, it's fine, Dean doesn't get the vibe the guys gonna take his shit, but still. Weird.

He's only ever roomed in close proximity like this with his brother and his father, and sharing a cramped space with a stranger is weird. So if they're both avoiding each other, that's fine. It's totally fine.

Not awkward at all.

At any rate - he can easily be sought out there if you happen to notice the shifting patterns, or a note can be left. Whatever you fancy. If he knows you, there might be a note slipped under your door or a message sent via shiptalk; ]


hey. drinks?

wildcard;

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[ruinously]

Yeah.

[ Shush, they're good. Flavorful and sweet and full of rum. He'll order another round for them both, why the hell not. ]

No kidding, Optimus. What gave you that impression? [ It's ribbing, teasing, and he grins at Cas and gives a vague gestures. ]

Ghosts everywhere, weirdo roommates, it's a cluster.

[dirtytrenchcoat]

[That's kind of him. Castiel still feels distinctly out of place, and that feeling has only been made worse by knowing they were both dealing with some sort of time paradox.

When he sits in the pool chair he doesn't lean all the way back, he rests his forearms on his knees.]

And no bodies for you to salt and burn. That must drive you crazy.

[He ignores the name Optimus, but only tilts his head slightly. He knows it's a reference, but he's learned not to ask.] Who's your roommate?

[ruinously]

It's kinda frustrating, yeah.

[ More than. Equally so because he can't get through certain doors, and the mystery keeps getting deeper and deeper with no real way for Dean to find any answers.

Or...any of them, for that matter.

Still, it's sidelined now that Cas is here, for the time being, anyway. Dean settles on the chair beside him where he'd been sitting, boat shoes and a book resting on the deck next to a discarded, obnoxiously pink shirt. He just watches Cas, taking him in, peach fuzz and all. It's a relief to see him again, alive and well, and something tight in Dean's gut eases a fraction. ]

Who what?

[ Oh. Right. ]

His name is Crowley.

[dirtytrenchcoat]

At least you've found a way to relax. There was a time when I didn't think that was possible.

[Looking at him now though, it's clearly a possibility. He never thought he'd see Dean like this. In board shorts, no t-shirt, and sunglasses like a tourist in Miami. His blue eyes linger too long on bronze skin, and he moves his gaze from there when he catches it and onto the horizon.]

Your roommate is Crowley? You didn't tell me he was here.

[It's what he should have led with. The king of hell, but Dean doesn't know that Crowley yet. He doesn't know that Crowley betrayed them both and continues to whenever it suits his purposes.]

[ruinously]

I've found three hurricanes do the trick.

[ He flashes Cas a little wink, then pulls his shades back down over his eyes and kicks his feet up on his chair, crossing his ankles. For all he hates flying and floating death tubes, he's certainly acclimated himself.

Either that, or its the rum that's got him open and easy. Open to debate. ]

Yeah, squirrely little guy, weird shades. Red hair. You know him?

[dirtytrenchcoat]

Then it's more than likely thirteen that'll get me to where you are now.

[It's dry and weary in tone but it's still a joke, something he doesn't participate in often. He waves a hand and follows it with a deep exhale.]

No, well- Yes. We worked alongside a demon named Crowley to end the apocalypse. He didn't wear shades and his hair wasn't red, but he proved helpful, and then not at all years later.

Squirrely little guy is still an apt descriptor.

[ruinously]

Well, trust me, they'll just keep coming if that's what you want.

[ Dean's lips lift, and the relief that Cas is here is nearly tangible, thick in the air between them. ]

Huh. You'd think if it was the same guy, he'd have known me. Still, not exactly a common name, is it.

[dirtytrenchcoat]

For now, that's exactly what I want.

[That, and to spend some time doing something a lot more normal with Dean than fighting an oncoming war or an apocalypse. The things he'd expect friends did, people that cared for each other enough to spend time in their company.]

He would have, but he wouldn't waste his time being coy about it. I don't know. I only know of one Crowley, well, two in this case.

[ruinously]

Awesome. Have a seat, get comfy.

[ Dean will wave at some invisible poolboy and gesture between him and Cas, hold up two fingers, cause ya boy also needs a refill. ]

So it can't be the same dude, then. Just a freaky coincidence.

[dirtytrenchcoat]

[Comfort didn't come by him easily, especially in a situation like this and in clothes like the ones he's wearing now that his usual outfit was being laundered.

He does however lean back on the chair, and mime Dean's posture. His hands find some refuge on his lower abdomen. This was all very strange, and in some ways, it was surreal enough to be a dream if he had any need for sleep.]

I think it might be best just to accept the freaky for what it is at this point. Look at where we are.

[ruinously]

Kidnapped and dumped on a haunted cruise ship. I guess that's pretty par for the course, huh? Long as it doesn't go all Ghost Ship on us, might as well enjoy it while we can.

[ Because inevitably, something will happen to fuck it up, because that's just how their lives go. There's rarely a moments respite, and now that there is, Dean's desperately grabbing at it, some slice of peace that he is so rarely afforded.

Cas being here makes it even better. ]