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[my_wayward_son]

Fish.Fish were key. Dean had to find enough bits and pieces of fish in the kitchen to make something gross and spread it between Sam's sheets, then put the rest of it under the bed. Looking over his shoulder, he squinted at the door, then went back to looking for fish heads and fish bones and fish scales - they were on a freaking island! All they

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[little_moons]

"Man, I think there's plenty 'round here without you having to pick through the fucking garage," I mutter dryly, passing that guy I met a few months back, when things were all shit, on my way to the coffee maker. He was an asshole, from what I remember, but I wasn't exactly in my best frame of mind that week.

Whatever the fuck he's doing, I'm sure it's something I best stay the fuck out of, but I'm just bored enough to be mildly curious.

[my_wayward_son]

Dean looked up and grinned. "Maybe - maybe not..." He didn't see any fish guts anywhere, though, so he gave up on the garbage and shrugged. "But I am hungry..." He wondered what might be laying around. Probably nothing really worth eating. He was going to starve - definitely going to starve. It was weird, seeing this guy looking all normal and not angsty. Really freaking weird, actually. Oh well - not my problem... I still need those fish heads. "Know where I can find some fish?"

[little_moons]

"Fish?" I repeat, narrowing my eyes and giving the guy an amused smirk, "Usually some fresh in the fridge, or they might not have brought any in yet today."

I walk over to the fridge and open the door. Sure enough, there's fresh fish, pre-cleaned and fileted. I turn to him with an arched eyebrow, a clear what the fuck are you doing? sorta face.

[my_wayward_son]

"I was thinking more... you know... fish... parts," Dean said after peering over Neil's shoulder at the neat fillets in the fridge. "Eostre'd kill me if I took those - besides, I'm sort of looking forward to dinner. Hoping I can convince whoever's cooking to fry 'em up..." Nice and greasy... "I need... you know - fish heads and guts and... stuff."

[little_moons]

"Well, they sure as shit don't keep 'em in here. Place'd smell fucking awful. I don't even think they do any of the cleaning in here. I'll bet they keep all that shit down on the beach," I say, shutting the fridge and going back over to pour myself a cup of coffee.

"What the fuck you need fish guts for?"

[my_wayward_son]

"My brother," Dean said, shrugging. "He's got a thing for fish guts..." He half-grinned, and continued, "Tried to break him of it when we were kids, but there's just nothing for it. He's gotta have 'em..."

[little_moons]

"Right," I drawl, snorting out a laugh and smirking over the rim of my coffee cup. "So, what'd he do to piss you off. Or are you just that fucking bored?"

[my_wayward_son]

Dean thought about how Sam had tricked him when he'd been a girl - not that it really counted - and how he'd hit on him and how freaking wrong it'd been... and he thought about maybe telling Neil, except that that wasn't the sort of thing you admitted to anyone, least of all a guy prone to emoing all over everying. So he just shrugged and said, "Nah - really. He likes his fish guts and his dolls - you know, the kind with like... glass faces or whatever... lots of curls..."

[little_moons]

"Might have a hard time finding one of those," I smirk, rolling my eyes a little and walking over to dig around the fruit bowl sitting on the counter. Having a brother and going through all this trouble for pranks or whatever the fuck it is he's doing isn't something I'm real familiar with. Wendy and I never got 'round to all that shit, mostly 'cause I know she'd kick my fucking ass if I ever even though 'bout getting near her with fish guts.

[my_wayward_son]

"Yeah, well - I can only do so much," Dean said, shrugging and walking toward the sink to wash his hands. The kid was probably right about the fish guts being down near the beach. That was annoying - it'd be a three freaking mile walk just to mess with Sammy's head.

[little_moons]

"So, what the fuck's your name, anyway?" I ask, cracking open a banana and hoping up on the counter, "Don't think we got that far last time."

[my_wayward_son]

"Winchester," Dean said, trying to plan out how to go about getting the fish guts and making something disgusting to put in Sam's bed - he might have to push this prank back another day or so. "Who're you?"

[little_moons]

"Neil... Echolls-McCormick. But Neil's just fine," I say, the whole name change thing starting to seem a little more natural.

[my_wayward_son]

That name kinda sounded familiar - the last but. Or... the first of the last bit. But he couldn't put his finger on it, so he let it go. "Well, good to meet you again, Neil."

[little_moons]

"Not much of a meetin' last time. You caught me in a bad week," I say, offering no other explanation 'cause I don't really figure this guy needs one. Even if he did, I really fucking doubt I'd offer one up.

[my_wayward_son]

Dean just shrugged. "Happens to everybody..." What was he, a freaking camp counselor or something? This was so not his idea of furthering the prank which he was now thinking he'd have to wait another day for. Damn. "Anyway, thanks for the information about the fish guts. I'll check down on the beach..." He headed toward the door.