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Open Catch All!

CHARACTERS: A Wrench, and YOU.
LOCATION: A room, perhaps yours. Also: Kitchens, Common Room, Labs, Sunlight Room, Random Hallways.
DATE: Throughout April (possibly into May?)
CONTENT: Right now he's just getting used to the station. Flirting with the cleaning bot. Being sad in the kitchen late at night and being nosy about what someone's working on in the labs. Pretty basic stuff. Some serious starters, some more fun, some in-betweeners. They ain't works of art so feel free to interpret how you may.
WARNINGS: Super brief mention of drugs and alcohol. Probably talk about Politics, lbr. Outside of that, notta yet unless you count him and dean being stupid as hell as a warning. I'm not judging.

Arrival - Is he in the right room? Is he your roommate?
Kitchen - burning mac & cheese; later seeking drinks to calm a spinning mind
All Around The Station!

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[ How in the absolute fuck can two really smart people be so god damn stupid sometimes its actually incredible. And since they're already on the being playfully catty train they might as well continue: ] Always wondered what Martha did with herself after she broke up with Snoop Dogg.

[ Apparently she was in fucking space. He appreciates this though. He's so hungry and so useless. ] Sto— hm, nope. Uh, nope. never heard of a stove. Must be some retro bullshit. [ Wrench, 2029 is NOT that far into the future my friend. ]

She came to this station in my sexy body to fix the friggin' atrocities committed by other orbers to perfectly innocent food.

[ He gropes for the salt, dumps a small fistful in the water then shoves the pitiful amount of macaroni that's probably sludge into the trash. Gross. ]

Uh huh. Probably as retro as a dishwasher, so scrub that pot you fucked up.

[ So. Those X's on his display screen don't move that much given that they're kinda big. They do blink and they do move a little. Enough to suggest that Wrench absolutely did one of those down up lookovers. Was he being serious? Probably not. Sure didn't stop him though.

Barking orders so soon? Why Dean, they've only just met. ] Oooh~ Spicy.

[ He'll oblige. It was the least he could do and he did know how to do the fucking dishes. Small miracles. ] You keep talking like that and I'm gonna need a safe word. [ Where the fuck was the soap—oh, there it was. Alright. Damn. His sleeves were already pushed up and he was looking forward to being dramatic about this process. Oh well. Prepare to meet your maker, pot. ]

[ Alright, Deadpool. Dean's seen some weird shit on the station so Marshmello over here aint that strange, and he takes the once over for what it is.

And strikes a pose, spatula and all. ]

Life is too complicated not to be orderly~

[ You tell that damn pot, buddy. Dean watches him for a moment before snorting and going back to watching water boil. ]

Pick one you'll remember.

[ In the fourthwalling spirit of Deadpool, he would be thrilled to know he was compared to Deadpool. Though, yeah. You know. Good comparison, honestly. Wrench does have the same sort of energy from time to time. Whiiiiich, brings him to this darling little pose. Oho~ so this guy plays ball. Well then. One ticket to absolute trash town, please. ]

Oh, Martha~ [ Suitably swooning. ] Be still my processing heart.

[ He is going to show this pot just who it messed with. Thank you for the encouragement. This is a guy, we should mention, that got a chip out of a toaster by smashing the shit out of it with a sledgehammer. ] Damn, there goes almost all my options. I have to pick a word and remember it?

[ Pray to God no one walks in on these two himbos. ]

I know, I know. I'm a knockout.

[ Water bubbling, in goes macaroni. Hell yeah, baby.

..homie, pls. Why you gotta Hulk smash like that? ]

I know, it requires at least two braincells rubbing together, but I've got faith you can do it.

[ Read as: someone please walk in on them. ]

Right out of the fucking park, my guy. [ Complete with finger guns. ]

[ That was serious, though Dean could take it or leave it. His heart was absolutely still fully and entirely set on someone that he was unlikely to ever admit it to (and even married and divorced someone else just to prove a point because he's just fucking like that). Still, is what it is man. The dude's a fuckin' looker.

Aww shit, look at that though. Macaroni gettin' wet as fuck up in that pot. Damn. ] you— believe in me? [ Pause in cleaning. Sniff. Tear emoji. The whole works. ] That's the nicest thing anyone's ever said.

[ Okay, pot: clean. ] Alright [ TONE SHIFT. ] seriously, though. who the fuck are you dude cause honestly it's been a pleasure being a fucking idiot with you for the past however long its been. [ Hand shake? ]

[ He's cocky and self aware enough to know it for sure himself, but it's always nice to know other people think it too. Cause emoji eyes or not, Dean's gonna just choose to believe him. ]

My faith may be misplaced but I'm just goin' for it.

[ He smirks, giving the macaroni a little stir, glancing over and grinning. Like - this is good for him too, honestly. He needed a distraction from he shitstorm of his life. ]

Well, I'm not Martha. [ He wipes his hand that's damp from steam on his jeans, and sticks it out. ] Ted Nugent.

[ okay no he can't hold his laugh in, that is obviously not his name. god, he's funny. ]

Hey man, no take backsies! [ Wish he had the same confidence. Spoiler alert: his confidence was 100% all a load of shit. At least in this regard. Details for a never time. Wrench was happy to help provide distractions whether or not he knew he was doing so. The past few months of his life leading all the way up to being here had all been a distraction, really. A lot of his life had been a distraction, actually.

You can't start a war with Uncle Sam and expect to sleep well. Shit, man. He's been on and off the fucking no fly list so many times he's lost count. But, here he was. In a fucking kitchen, in space, acting like a moron with """Ted Nugent""". He'll give that guy a nice firm and friendly shake. LED's turning a ^__^ for a moment. ]

Damn, Teddy. Looking good for your age. [ Classics, huh? Well alright then. Wish he could say David Mustaine but that guy's a fuckin asshole. Fuckin shame, dude. Megadeth was so good. So he's gotta go with: ] Rob Halford.

[ Oh God, so is Dean's. How many times can shit go wrong in his world without him starting to think it's him? Logically it isn't; Cas fucked up, Crowley fucked up. It's not just Dean but you gotta wonder if you're cursed. ]

Ha, another good choice. Nice to meet you, Robbie. [ A beat, a chuckles- ] Name's actually Dean.

[ Fucking RIP, my guy. But yeah, there comes a point where one can't help but notice the common denominator was actually them. Luckily he didn't deal with demons and shit like Dean did. Although one could argue that the Government was its own special classification of demon. ]

Wrench. [ Came with a ridiculous bow type of thing. ] At your service, unless your service requires making anything edible then you're on your own man. [ Sorry, Dean. The real name was like the real face. A mystery to everyone. ] More of a hardcore fan myself but [ Excuse him while he turns off the stove to avoid burning yet another mac attempt ;) Shall they plate up? ] I can fuck with some classics. Priest, Anthrax. I always think Mercyful Fate is painfully underrated.

[ No argument there. The number of times they've had the audacity to arrest Dean while he was just trying to help is staggering. Dicks. ]

Yeah, kinda getting that - hand me that strainer. [ Turning off the stove is a very good idea.. Dumping the mac into the strainer and adding the cheese - which he fancies up by adding every kind he can find in the fridge - hell yeah, time to chow down. ]

Classics are my favorite; grew up listening to it. It's all my old man listened to in the car and when I say in the car I mean we friggin' lived in that car. [ Literally. ] And - yeah they really are. Though I gotta admit, I'm a basic bitch who loves Zeppelin.

[ ....and Taylor Swift. Lucky him, there's been a shitload of new records since 2012. Her first and second, yeah, he had those at home but here apparently there's a ton more and he's so secretly thrilled. ]

[ Sounds like Authorities(tm). As the great and wise Pennywise...er, the band that was, once said. Fuck em. On that note, strainer got! And he'll get some bowls and cutlery while he's at it. That he could do. ]

I still stand firm on the whole no one cooks in San Francisco thing! [ Which, by the way, fun fact: He hasn't even BEEN in SF for awhile. Absolute garbage nonsensical excuse. People cook even less in London! ... But also: it was cute to hear a bit of the guy's story. Yeah, he could see that. ] So you're a bit of a ramblin' man, huh?

Nothin' wrong with that. Good music is good music, man. I think I just like the noise. Hardcore's angry, I'm angry. Cancels one another out, right? [ A short laugh. Bowls are ready to receive mac and chee. Can't relate on the Swift thing, though. Wrench's dirty secret is techno... especially the oldschool shit like fucking 2unlimited or whatever but new stuff is also good. Digital Hardcore isn't much of a stretch for him. And maybe nu metal, or rap metal, but he swears that's Marcus' fault. ]

Uh huh. [ No one cooks there his ass. He's been in San Francisco once, but it's a thing he never talked about with his brother again. That...was not a fun time. ]

You could say that. We were all over the country. Kinda lost count of the places, actually. [ Stop after stop, monster after monster. He was never really homeless, there was always the Impala, but it sure was frustrating as a kid. No friends, why bother? They'd move on in a few weeks anyway. There's a reason he was a wham bam thank you man time to ditch kind of asshole for a while. ]

I get that. [ He dumps a shitload into his bowl and immediately takes a bite. Hell yes. ] So'm I.

[ Was being in San Francisco ever a fun time?

Wrench slapped some mac into his bowl and hopped up onto the counter to seat his ass like the teenager he was (not). Here comes the real fun part, Dean. You ready for this? The mask doesn't come off but the food disappears anyway. Video games are wild, bro. ]

Carnies? [ Just curious, he knew a couple people who lived like that. Definitely didn't know anyone that lived nomadically the way that Dean did for the reasons he did. Knew the feeling of having no friends, though. Complicated. His own baggage, mostly. The single most important person in his life was left unread for fucking years.

Besides, wham bam was easier sometimes too. Easier on the heart. He doesn't talk about it. He doesn't talk about a lot of things. ANYWAY. FOOD IS GOOD. Thanks Deano. ] Wish I could just fucking ignore it sometimes, man. You know? How much easier would life be if you were fucking oblivious.

[ No. Not in his opinion.

HOW ARE YOU EATING BRO is what he wants to ask but. Doesn't. Cause that's rude, right? Maybe there's something going on up under there dude doesn't wanna talk about or something. ]

Nah, not carnies. Felt kinda like it sometimes, though. Oblivion and ignorance woulda been nice. Apple pie life, girl, maybe a kid, I dunno. [ He'd had that briefly and even if he hadn't been truly 'happy', hadn't felt entirely fulfilled, it had been nice. A reprieve.

And then he'd fucked it up. Crowley fucked it up. ]

And it doesn't stop. Just - keeps going. I thought it would, but it didn't. It's one thing after another, then another. Then another. Like an apocalypse wasn't enough, it just had to continue. Like a bad TV show.

[ metaaaa ]

[ MAGIC. Not, actually. But he'll never tell v(*’-^*)-☆

The whole 'apple pie life' made him chuckle. ] Apple pie life, huh? Mm— [ Another bite. what were manners and who needed them? Pretend he didn't resonate with that sentiment a little. It was weird to think. Never thought he'd be the type but. Eh. After awhile? Dunno. He got tired, maybe. Normal wasn't for him, though. Never had been.

Apocalypse was a hell of a thing to casually slip in though. Could be metaphorical. Given the people he's met in a short amount of time here, though? Or that he's here at all? Who the fuck knew. Could be biblical. Which would be fucking wild, dude. God was definitely dead as fuck in his world. He should probably be having a conversation and not thinking instead of telling but, you know. Anxiety. ]

Yeah. [ It was introspective sounding. ] Never fucking stops.

[ A SIGH. And more direct: ] You think that life's for you, though? I mean really. [ Fine, serious is what they'll get to here for a moment. Ugh. He put down the bowl. ] Tried for a moment, too. As if I've ever been normal a day in my life. Man, you ever look back at those moments you tried and think, how fucking stupid was I? [ It came with a laugh as he picked up the bowl again. ] Seriously, dude.

[ No, Dean. He's not still fucking angry. At Zane, at Rempart, at himself especially. Why do you ask??? ] Anyway, are we talking real apocalypse or like?

[ Normal had Dean a twitchy mess, waking up in the middle of the night, keeping odd hours, scaring Lisa with his nightmares. He stands by his decision to have Cas wipe their memories, but the guilt over that lingers like sour perfume, hazy in his head. A year gone, just like that; Memory smoothed clean by angelic grace, Dean removed from their lives as easily as a whiteboard wiped clean.

He shoves another bite in his mouth, swallows it down with the bile in his throat. No time for that train of thought. ]

Nah, it's not for me. All I did was screw it up. [ Yeah he gets the anger. He's forgiven Cas, of course he has, but dammit, man...he should've come to Dean. Not gone off with a demon. ]

Real as it gets. Broken seals, demons, pissed off archangels with daddy issues, the whole shebang.

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