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[ladybirdcrap]

You finally set off from the Bed & Breakfast with full tummies and high spirits. It's well into the mid afternoon, and you have a lot of ground to cover before the next landmark. Unfortunately, it doesn't seem to be possible for you sorry sons of bitches to make it there before sundown. On your way down the beaten path, you come across a dairy farmer's caravan of cheesy goods. They seem nice and homely enough, maybe they'll be willing to help you stragglers along the way.

[Mission: Hitch a ride from the dairy farmer]

Comments

[pareidoll]

[gives him a look and carries on without a comment]

Anything you would want to know?

[that sounds a little malicious, but mostly earnestly giving him a free shot here. anything to keep deflecting, possibly. pillow talk without the pillow]

[sawedoff]

Did you wear gogo boots?

[his brain supplies him with that question so fast you'd think he was sitting on it ever since he found out she was from the future]

[pareidoll]

[he was. dont lie]

[hesitates like she knows she's missing a reference]

No. No gogo boots. But yes to short, formfitting uniforms.

[sawedoff]

[bites down on a douchey grin because bestill his secretly nerdy heart]

You're driving me crazy, here.

[pareidoll]

[grins and looks ahead]

It may or may not be in the bottom of my bag on that wagon.

[sawedoff]

[zones out for a second. just give him]

[give him this]

[sawedoff]

[nope. yep. it's happening]

-You know if we don't do the whole cheesy time travel porno scenario we'll be wasting an opportunity very few lucky men will ever get, right?

[pareidoll]

[makes a face and looks at him]

You men are all the same, you know that?

[sawedoff]

It works for me.

[is that a yes]

[sounded a little bit like a yes]

[pareidoll]

..

[gives him a little squeeze through the back pocket]

At your service, Captain.

[inenochian]

[ wingflap. ]

...

[inenochian]

Is this a bad time?

[sawedoff]

[YES HE GETS TO BE CAPTAIN his whole life has led up to this moment-]

[momentblocked. stops walking abruptly, an arm still looped over her shoulders. he would be doing the rumpelstiltskin what is this arm gesture otherwise]

...Yeah, Cas. It's a bad time.

[pareidoll]

[promptly removes hand]

[inenochian]

[ wouldn't have noticed because it isn't like he checks dean's butt for grabby hands on the regular. ]

[should have put the handprint there ]

I could. Come back later.

[sawedoff]

[he didn't touch me there]

[disentangles himself from her in the most martyrish way]

Kinda late for that now. Ship dock already? We haven't been gone that long.

[pareidoll]

They've probably assumed the worst.

[inenochian]

The farmer suggested we disembark before he reached the his destination. A large market could cause trouble for us.

[ business. that's what i'm here for. just business. distracts himself from their state of debauchery. ]

Camp is being set up at the forest's edge, sixteen miles' walk from here.

[sawedoff]

[16 miles whatever that was like a half a day in purgatory. a brisk jog.]

Thanks, Cas.

[glances at clara]

You ready?

[pareidoll]

[nods]

As ready as I'll ever be.

[lets do this]

[inenochian]

[ all aboard angel express.

this is a bonding experience. ]