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[loveboat]

Okay you little shits since you can't seem to get into one group again how about you get on the fucking boat

Once you have boarded the boat and set sail, you are free to explore. The captains cabin is offlimits, as is the brig, but the rest of the boat is available to all of the guests. For your pleasure, you will be provided with a honeymoon suite each, access to the dining hall and kitchen if you so please, or you might prefer to dine on the deck. There is also a lounge where a musician plays piano melodies. The entire boat is decorated garishly in pinks and purples, but there are also pieces of OBSCENE art that seem to celebrate the human (or otherwise) form displayed in every room, including the private cabins, public spaces, and anywhere else you might think to look.

There are also couples of every shape, size and gender everywhere you turn. They seem to be enjoying themselves, holding hands and making out like horny teenagers on every possible surface. At least you know what kind of PDA you're expected to live up to.

[ mission: couple off and fake it to make it
note: if your char has been fucking off while in town and hasn't met up with the group just assume dean sam or someone else found them and explained the plan to them ]

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[loveboat]

[awkwardly smiles and nods before turning away]

[it appears co captain harold isn't as interested in the validity of your love lives as their love guru captain]

[satansuit]

[YEAH. good. you go.]

[scowling at his back.]

[inenochian]

[ still thinks their door is just in need of maintenance. ]

[satansuit]

[lmfao. they're not having the talk. but then, it'd be good to go over the basics in case castiel almost blows their cover again.]

Lubricant is for sex, not doors.


[that's all you're getting.]

[inenochian]

[ . ]

But what benefit does a flavor have for ana-

[satansuit]

[yeah, you'd better not finish that.]

It doesn't matter, Cas!

Just pretend you like it. [dying.]

[inenochian]

[ now he's utterly lost. is it the flavored lubrication or the anal penetration he's supposed to pretend he likes? ]

[ nods. nodding seems appropriate here. ]

[satansuit]

[both. yeah.]

[nods back. doesn't know what they're communicating here besides confusion.]

[inenochian]

[ holds up the little peniskeychain-key. ]

[satansuit]

[takes the key. at least they can get a little rest.]

[opens the door to something that resembles a suite decorated by a cupid.]

Wow. They're really not playing around with the theme.

[inenochian]

[ puts one hand on the bottom edge of the bed and looks around at all the ostentatious shiny red shit. ]

[ this is supposed to be romantic to humans. or something. ]

Is this...aesthetic typical of human courtship?

[satansuit]

No.

Future reference, Cas, this is tacky.

Maybe the muppets like it.

[inenochian]

[ files the decor under "tacky." cross references: "motel"; "muppet"; "pornography". ]

[ sits down and picks up a little satin heart pillow. ]

Are you angry with me?

[satansuit]

[that wasn't out of the blue or anything. looks confused for a moment before it dawns on him that just maybe cas is talking about that one thing from weeks ago? that was the only time he was legitimately angry at cas.]

About the key thing? Or the other thing?

[specific.]

[picks up their bedspread by its ends and shakes off the rose petals.]

[inenochian]

[ watches the rose petals go flying.

confetti. it's a parade. ]

Either. Both. You've barely spoken to me despite our proximity, which I understand is a nonverbal cue. Generally it suggests repressed anger.

[satansuit]

[gently fanning bedspread. checking for stains because. habit. sets it down. they're clear.]


Yeah, usually you'd be right. You were right. I was angry at you. I get angry at Dean too. All the time.

It's normal, Cas.

[inenochian]

[ but you shouldn't be angry at dean he is dean. ]

But I don't understand why you were angry. Or why you didn't confront me about how you felt.

[satansuit]

Because...

[why do they need to talk about this?]

You said, you didn't believe in me. It's that simple, Cas. And after a fight with Dean, of all people, that was the last thing I wanted to hear. You know how many times I heard that out of his mouth, and how that felt?

Of course you don't.

I'm not blaming you for it now. But that's what it was. Since you asked.

[inenochian]

[ face scrunches up like a baby that's tasted lemon for the first time. ]

[ yeah he remembers that conversation, but he remembers it differently. ]

That isn't what I said at all. But...now that I can contextualize it, I see how easily I could have been misunderstood.

[ i don't give a shit if you're uncomfortable, human, deal with it. dean isn't here to enforce his no chick flick rule. ]

You are my friend, Sam. And I'm grateful for the help you gave me today...especially knowing you've felt this way.

[satansuit]

Cas.

I don't hate you. So, you don't have to be grateful. I wanted to help.

Not specifically like this, but you know what I mean.

[wonders what cas's version of the conversation was, but doesn't want to ask for details on an uncomfortable topic.]

[inenochian]

[ worried that you did hate him. good job sam. ]

[ replay it in your head a few more times sam and you'll eventually notice how what he said was an expression of hurt because he does very much think the world of you.

you're the emotionally explorative one in this group. take your time. ]

[ fiddles with the tassels on the heartpillow. ]

I'm not...good with people. I wouldn't be able to manage this sort of subterfuge with just anyone.

[satansuit]

Yeah... hunters. We're pretty good at lying.

[that's kind of depressing, actually. and that feeling sounds in sam's voice.]


[takes a few moments to go over their past conversation in his mind. cas isn't one to complain about silence. this seems to be what cas wants anyway. such a contrast to dean.]

[inenochian]

[ does kind of sink into that zen/stasis mode that he's fond of. except his eyelids keep drooping, which isn't the usual modus operandi for angelface. ]

[ it's not a 100% comfortable quiet, but cas is obviously more relaxed now around sam than he has been for weeks. ]

[satansuit]

[fights urge to push him over. like cow tipping. still bizarre that castiel rests now.]

Cas. You can sleep on the bed? Or do you like just hanging out like that?

[distracted sam.]

[inenochian]

[ struggles awake like a stubborn toddler. ]

I'm fine. I don't need to sleep. But you should rest.

[ stands up and sets the heart pillow back down very primly. ]