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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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[segaboybrodie]

Brodie had come to the compound kitchen for a refill. The island was the kind of place that could make a guy parched on a regular basis, and before heading out to the beach, he thought it might be a good idea.

However, he didn't expect to find some sick fuck rooting through the garbage for God only knew what. That? Was fucking DISGUSTING. Even a guy who'd stink palm a guy without a second thought had limits, and the garbage here was one of them.

Although, after Brodie had gotten his mango juice, his curiosity got the best of him and he stood behind the counter, sipping and watching, wondering what the hell this guy was going to do next.

[my_wayward_son]

Dean looked up, then down, then back up at the guy standing behind the counter staring. "Can I ah... help you or something?" He was pissed he couldn't find any freaking fish except for the fillets in the fridge - somebody had to've made the fillets, and where someone was doing that, someone was also getting rid of unwanted fish parts.

Walking to the sink, he washed his hands and then turned, bracing the small of his back against the counter and raised his brows.

[segaboybrodie]

"I'm just waiting to see what the hell you're doing in the GARBAGE CAN," Brodie commented, gesturing towards the trash receptacle with the pointer and middle fingers of his left hand.

[my_wayward_son]

"I'm finished with the trash," Dean said, squinting a bit. "I was looking for fish heads. Didn't find any. Know where I can get some?" He didn't know who this guy was, but he was thinking he was just desperate enough to ask anyone for help - even someone who obviously thought he'd lost his mind.

[poison_lipstick]

Saffron had been looking for Bill, to tell him about an idea she had for dinner, but she was even more pleased to see Dean when she walked into the kitchen. The seductive smile that had immediately spread across her face turned to a look of incredulity as she saw what he was doing.

"Guai-guai long de dong...honey, why in the 'verse are you digging through the trash?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

[am STed, but I had to! ;D guai-guai long de dong = what the hell]

[my_wayward_son]

"Looking for some fish guts," Dean said, looking up with a grin as he saw Helen. "Got any idea where I might find some? I'm sort of thinking there aren't any in here, which is really freaking inconvenient..."

[poison_lipstick]

"Fish guts?" The boy was really shuai, but he sure had some strange notions sometimes. "If there's none in there, then no, I don't. What do you want with fish guts?"

[my_wayward_son]

"Gonna do a little something with them for my brother," Dean said, grinning again as he walked to the sink to wash his hands. "How've you been?"

[purplensparkly]

Trance had woken up feeling even more miserable than she had the day before. Her nose was stuffed up, her eyes were watering, and she just generally felt miserable. So her normally perky mood was definitely a little strained when she walked into the kitchen to get some of tea and honey that James had suggested.

And then she saw the man poking through the garbage.

"I'm glad I can't smell anything," she said and although she meant it to come out as a simple statement, the grump was apparent.

[my_wayward_son]

Dean tossed a look toward the door when he heard the voice, looking back toward the garbage before doing a double-take. Chick's purple. "Nothing to really stink anything up in this - believe me, that's what I'm looking for." Why's the chick purple?

[purplensparkly]

"Mind if I ask..." she began to say, but was cut off by a long cough. She held her hand in front of her mouth like James had told her to. Once the cough had subsided, she continued. "Why?"

She puttered around as she waited for his response, putting together the makings for tea.

[my_wayward_son]

"Nah," Dean said, blinking a bit and trying to figure out what he should do. Chick was really freaking purple alright, but she didn't look like a demon - did demons get sick? Maybe she was faking... he couldn't be sure. But Sam'd said that sort of thing didn't happen - demons didn't come to the island with their powers and all that crap. So - what the hell was going on. "I'm trying to find some stuff to put in my brother's bed. Get him back for a prank..."