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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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[flowers_on_skin]

"Don't you dare," said Eostre, from her armchair in the corner. The bookshelf had decided to mollify her this morning with a fat book of American short stories that she was effectively hiding behind, but her mood from yesterday persisted. The Lady of the Dawn was in no mood to be argued with. She wasn't entirely sure what Dean was up to, but she did have enough experience of young boys (and idiot men) that she was sure it wasn't any good.

[my_wayward_son]

Dean froze where he stood and looked over, all innocence, as he said, "Hey, Eostre!" He gave her a wide smile and then glanced around the kitchen. "So - you wouldn't happen to know where I can find some fish parts, would you? Just the stuff you don't really do anything with, you know? The pieces you throw away?"

[flowers_on_skin]

"Don't. You. Dare," said Eostre. "I don't know what you're up to. I don't care. But keep it out of my damn kitchen."

She turned a page of her book, tersely.

"I'm in no mood."

[my_wayward_son]

"I wouldn't do anything in the kitchen..." Dean said, his tone honestly sincere. "I just want to find some to take out of the kitchen..." There was no way he'd risk A) the preganant woman's anger or B) making the kitchen unusable. "I swear," he held his hands up.

[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."

[loserofmillions]

Mac entered the kitchen just as Dean got to the garbage empty handed. "You lose something?" she asked, eyebrow raised.

[my_wayward_son]

"Nope," Dean said, giving Mac a grin. "Just looking for something I might be able to put to good use..." He jostled the garbage bag a bit, to see if any fish heads would reveal themselves, and when they didn't, he shrugged. "Looking for fish... stuff. Used up things that'll stink. A lot..."

[loserofmillions]

Mac raised her other eyebrow momentarily, then grinned back at him. "Remind me not to piss you off," she said, amused.

[my_wayward_son]

"Oh, I'm not pissed," Dean said, wiggling his eyebrows a bit. "No use getting angry. It's all in getting even... what're you doing?"

[wishesandsmoke]

Eden was only looking for a snack, slipping into the kitchen only to stop in the doorway, the only sign of her presence the sudden silence of her heels. She folded her arms, lounging against the doorframe and watching the man, her head tilted against the smooth wood. Things had quieted down over the last day or so. If she was careful, she didn't have to think about any of it - home or death or bullets aimed at Bennet, the fact that, as of tomorrow, she would be marking off the third week of her stay on Crazy Island. Random guys digging through the garbage were distracting enough for her tastes. "Are we out of leftovers?" she asked sweetly.

[my_wayward_son]

"Nah," Dean said, glancing up just long enough to notice a short brunette with a good figure standing in the doorway before going back to looking for fish guts. He wasn't finding any, though, and it occurred to him that he might have to trek down to the beach - or maybe find Eostre to ask where all the fish guts on the island when after they'd been separated from dinner. "Looking for some stuff to put in my brother's bed..."

[wishesandsmoke]

"You're looking for garbage to put in your brother's bed," Eden echoed, just to be clear on that. Pushing off from the door, she took a few steps closer, hands swinging loosely at her sides. "What'd he do to earn that?" She grinned a little, coming to rest again beside a counter. Turned out this would probably be interesting after all.

[my_wayward_son]

"Lots of things," Dean said, shrugging a bit before walking toward the sink and washing his hands. He wasn't going to actually tell this girl about his brother being a girl... and him hitting on her. "He's had twenty-four years to do things, I figure putting some fish guts in his bed is the least I can do to pay him back..."

[cissonius]

Capa liked to avoid the kitchen. If not to annoy Mace, but to stay away from the hustle-bustle and laughter and chatter that seemed to resound off of these walls. It made his temples throb, and quite frankly he preffered eating alone, and eating in silence.

Right now, though, he needed water. Even if he was to grab a bottle of the stuff and escape to the dorm with it. His throat was scratchy and his voice was getting more and more unrecognisable by the hour - not that he was using it much - but he needed something to soothe the headache that was beginning to crawl out from the centre of his forehead.

Walking through to the room with a somewhat hunched back, he ignored the other man inside, and set about finding something to drink.

[my_wayward_son]

Dean looked up, then went back to trying to find the fish guts, only to pause and raise his eyes again. "Hey," said, letting the garbage go and stepping away from it toward the sink to wash his hands. "You're Capa, right? Guy with the blood and the burns?" He offered the other man a smile. "Glad to see you're up and walking around. Thought Meredith was going to chew my head off there for a while, but yeah - it's good that she managed to get you all patched up. Settling in well?"