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[ladybirdshit]

Leave the trauma forest behind and get a move on!

On to the coast! Ships! There's also a bridge! Hahah!

Which one are you gonna choose?

[ mission: once you've reached the port town discuss if you're taking the large manmade bridge or boarding a ship. it will be a two days' journey of anyway. ]

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[inenochian]

We'd need at least one large enough for human-sized merchandise. Furniture, carpets, or livestock? [ already on the logistics of how they'd get control of something suitable. ]

We should ask about what sort of town is at the other side, too.

[sawedoff]

Dude, I'm on it. I mean, they're probably just trading hubs. Fishing, that kind of crap. You have a giant bridge connecting them, that's a lot of traffic.

[what do you take him for an incompetent. slow down architect]

Easy to get in and out unnoticed, anyway. If the kids stay in line.

[when do they ever

[inenochian]

[ hey. it's shop talk, and we're riding a similar thought-train. hush your hunter-er-y-than-thou brackets. ]

...Agreed. We'll need to corral them somehow. [ squints uncomfortably at the idea of herding their group of cats. ]

They apparently work well when given very, very specific tasks, as we've just seen.

[sawedoff]

Is that the sound of you volunteering?

[smacks his chest in that brotastic hey you're great way]

Taking one for the team, Cas, that's what I like to see.

[inenochian]

[ instantaneous internal screeching. ]

[ stops short. ]

[sawedoff]

[lol]

No take-backs.

[inenochian]

Dean.

[ opens his mouth to speak, but has to stop and just fume for a second in the sort of reaction only dean gets. ]

You know I'm no good with people.

[sawedoff]

[has to kind of laugh at the face he makes in his silent fuming. he just looks so petulant. but it's the are you kidding me kind of laugh]

You're gonna stick me with the carriagejacking and the corral job? Come on, man, I need a partner, not a whiner. Unclench and you'll do fine.

[raises his eyebrows expectantly. the face of a man who knows this bitch isn't gonna say no.]

[inenochian]

[ why can't i jack the carriage. i'm the one who teleports. ]

[ doesn't want to be a whiner, but also does not want to be the bitch. ]

...Last I checked, they do mistrust me slightly less than they mistrust you.

[sawedoff]

There's that team spirit.

[there's no i in team cas. shitty smile of getting what he wants.]

All you have to do is keep them from getting into trouble while I grab us a ride. Easy in and out job.

[inenochian]

Of course. That's all.

[ rolls his eyes because he knows. god. he knows how played he just done got. ]

[ leans in very close, until the shitty smile of getting what dean wants goes a little out of focus. ]

You'll owe me one.

[sawedoff]

[hoh. smile evaporates and his shoulders go rigid, teetering back on his heels just an inch or so in a very personal space alarm bell way]

--Yeah.

[blinks and tries it again, this time with less voice creak]

Yeah, sure.

[inenochian]

[ breakyvoice is an egostroke, not going to lie. ]

[ lets the eyecontact go for just a second or two too long, which is mild for these two assholes, then leans back out of dean's space and disengages tractorbeams. ]

[ nods, all business. ]

We should be in port by nightfall?

[sawedoff]

[you're a dick.]

[blows out a quiet breath as his eyes drop to his chin before snapping back up again with a yeah whatever you say nod]

If we bust our asses?

[glances over shoulder at their slow moving, sad herd. maybe if they tie happiness on a stick and put it on a hat they'll move faster. or just a donut.]

[inenochian]

[ follows his attention to the group and scrapes a hand across his jaw. ]

What if something were to...chase them. A little. Harmlessly.

[sawedoff]

[a beat before he cracks a little grin, shaking his head]

Cas, I know you're used to the roundabout, but not everything with people has to be cloak and dagger.

[reaches over to pat him on the shoulder before yelling back at the group to pick up the pace if they want a bed to sleep in tonight]

[rhymeswithdesign]

[from the back:]Is that an invitation?

[inenochian]

[ head whips around to glare absolute

divine

wrath. ]

[ no. it was not an invitation. ]

[sawedoff]

Something can chase him.

[rhymeswithdesign]

[really good at disappearing into a crowd.

[this counts as a crowd.]

[some people have no sense of humor.]

[mercyless]

[ ifsheonlyknew ]

[inenochian]

[ clears throat and gets it under control. ]

It may not necessarily be harmless.