Peace of mind? Yeah, right. [Open, and probably R for language.]

[pie_bitches]

In the past few days, Dean has: been manhandled by a bunch of animated vines, been called an incestuous homosexual, nearly gotten into a fight with Blondie, nearly gotten into a fight with a giant blue horse, watched his brother try to fix his brain, gotten beaten up by a girl, and had to listen to the same Blondie and a giant wolf argue. It has

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[godimgood]

When Geoffery's head was buzzing too much, too busy to settle into recordable words, he tended to let his feet wander while his mind puzzled away.

He'd been trudging the plant-flesh corridors of Stacy for a while now, largely keeping his squinted gaze on the path ahead of his feet. He hadn't meant to wander into the sensoriums or even this specific one, but when he belatedly noticed the difference in his surroundings, he couldn't help but blink around curiously. The sunlight just made his squint worse, and a junkyard was definitely a new sight.

Chaucer cleared his throat politely, peering - respectfully peering - at Dean. "Ah... m'lord?"

He didn't want to interrupt and anger the knight, after all.

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Dean opens one eye, and hello there, kilt man. Nice to see you again. The 'knight' lifts a hand to block the sun from his eyes, and grins up at Chaucer.

"Hey, dude. What's up?" Dean asks. Hey, he'll be in a good mood to someone who hasn't been an ass to him! Well, there's been other nice people, but Dean is buzzed and therefore, not thinking.

Like he ever does anyway.

[godimgood]

Geoff grins back, blinking. Dean has been added to his very short list of potential friends, protectors, and employers. The other two were Sparhawk and, oddly enough, Javert.

"I was merely wandering by. Do you mind? This is very nice."

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The add to the list is mutual, since Dean has a grand total of one person he doesn't dislike on the ship. Which is Sam, but he's not sure if Sam counts. But Chaucer is human so props to that.

"Go ahead," Dean replies. "It's a place from my universe, even if it's much more quiet than normal."

[godimgood]

Taking a seat near Dean, Chaucer continues to crane his neck around, trying to see as much as he can. "I wonder how much difference is because of my being from the past, and how much is a difference in universes."

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Dean snorts, and looks lazily over at Chaucer, still grinning. "That's pretty deep thinking. I'd give you a philisophical answer, but," He pauses, lifting the bottle and shaking it, "I'm a bit off my game."

[godimgood]

"It's perhaps a habit," he admits, giving up on figuring out what any of the foreign objects are. "Most people either ignore or pay me for those thoughts," he adds, glancing sidelong back.

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This time Dean laughs, and pats at his plantsuit. "I'd pay you, dude, but I'm fresh outta cash. But I can promise I won't ignore you. Nothing worse than havin' a crapload to say and nobody listenin'."

[godimgood]

"That's what the pen is for, sir knight, forcing people to listen. But thank you. And for earlier as well. I get lost easily, here." It's a fairly obvious thing, but not one easily admitted for Chaucer. He's too used to being highly-educated and overly intelligent. "Things are very different."

"Apparently a man wandering naked is not a common sight in everyone's lives, for instance."

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"Heh. You're welcome, I guess." Dean pauses again to take a swig, and then shrugs. "It's really not a problem. I do it all the time. Save people, I mean. Or I try to."

And then he stops, and makes a face. Not going down that road, even with booze. But he does grin at the mention of the wandering naked man.

"So you are that dude. Sammy didn't know you have a kilt." Dean looks amused. "And why are you calling me a knight? I'm the furthest thing from a knight like, ever."

[godimgood]

"The kilt is fairly recent," he admits easily. Geoffrey is not a man ashamed to wear nothing. Or a manly skirt. In fact, he is a man prone to wandering off absently without a stitch on with nary a care.

"You're not? The easy way that you stepped in, your knowledge, it's been a challenge to decipher everyone's rank here. I've been assuming nobility for most, to play it safe as it were, unless I'm corrected."

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"That explains it." Dean says, grinning. He can respect a man who's brave enough to go without clothes. Dean so would, except it's sort illegal in his universe, and would get in the way during hunting.

"Huh." Is all Dean has to say to that. It's a thoughtful 'huh'. And then he thinks maybe he should say more. "Y'know, I'm not nobility, dude. Just a normal guy on a mission from God."

Oops, did that slip out?

[godimgood]

A normal guy (person?) on a mission from God. Geoff tilts his head, mulling this over for a bit. It doesn't sound too unusual, though people rarely go around spouting such things. The Crusades were only a few hundred years ago, after all.

"Then you are a Knight of the Church?" It fits, after all. Except the bit where the man claimed to not be a knight, but perhaps he meant simply that he wasn't a secular one.

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"What?" Dean blinks. "Nah, I... it's a long story. I mean, I guess you could call me that, but it's not exactly voluntary. I didn't sign up for it, they forced me into it."

Shrugging, he sips his booze, continuing. "Like I said, long story, which I'm sure you don't wanna hear."

[godimgood]

Geoff grins widely at that. "I'm a writer. Stories are my bread and butter."

He would really love to find out what had happened.

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Dean snorts. "So I'm guessing that means you wouldn't mind."

He stares at his bottle of booze, and figures hey, he needs practice for when he tells Sam, and hey, he's drunk enough. Why not? So he takes a deep breath, and launches into the story of how he'd sold his soul to a demon.

It doesn't take as long as he thought it would. He tells about how Sam had died, Dean had brought him back through the crossroad deal, had gone to Hell (yes, the real Hell, thank you), and been pulled out by an angel. And he ends it with how he's supposed to save the world. Or whatever.

"So, crazy enough for you?"