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 Taylor had gotten up about an hour ago, since then she had hobbled to the kitchen and took stock of what they had.  She knew that Dean had a roommate, she hadn't seen him yet, but felt wrong cooking just for herself and Dean.  

As for Dean, he could complain about her hobbling on her foot later, after coffee, and well, bacon and eggs were usually a good start.  Poking around she saw a lot of ramen, but she figured breakfasts needed something a little more than noodles.  Even if she was known to do ramen eggs and slices of spam while on surf trips.

Coffee wasn't hard to track down either and she made a pot, sipping at a cup as she fried up bacon. Pancakes were next once she found the ingredients to make them.  They wouldn't be the same as the ones she made in Hawaii, but she could handle without coconut flakes sprinkled on top.  Taylor was humming softly, hobbling a little to get things from the counter to the stove, and trying to stay quiet to let the others sleep.  

"And in the naked light, I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more
People talking without speaking
People hearing without listening
People writing songs that voices never shared
And no one dared
Disturb the sound of silence"

Her voice stayed low as she sang softly.  It was one of the songs that she kind of got hooked on thanks to her uncle's brother.  He had hummed it once when they were stuck together on a hunt.  It had helped pass the time in a storm, and since then it was a comfort song for her.  After the nightmares she had about her mother in the night, she needed something comforting at least.

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Date: 2021-07-15 07:05 pm (UTC)
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"He has a point." It may be fantastically blunt, but Dean ain't exactly a master of tact either and he's not going to call him out on just that as it wasn't wrong or insensitive - I.e. it's exactly what he would say next anyway. "The beach shack aounds like a good shout, though. There's also a dude who owes Loki a favour, which he's said I can use. If it comes up before you manage, I can call that in."

It's probably going to surprise neither that he's got on well with the god of mischief. It may be more of a surprise how they bonded, if Dean cared to share, which he doesn't overly. It's inconsequential to the entire discussion. "And sure, I'll hang onto it whenever, just give me a shout when you need me to."

He contemplates the offer of help for a minute, then shrugs with a small smile towards Zack, grateful of the lack of comment. "Sure, if you ain't got nothing better to do then crawl around shops with me. Your call."

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Date: 2021-07-16 02:39 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] ablacksun
Tay's line of business sounds like Dean's. If either could die at any moment, only Dean won't... so Zack says nothing. Or he might inadvertently start blabbing about the mark, and that's not for him to bring into any conversation.

Tact. He totally has it.

Except when he doesn't.

Instead, he winces at the mention of scars and coral reefs. "Human bodies hurt," he grumbles, more in solidarity with Tay than anything else. Walking into the door when half asleep is uncomfortable enough. Being cut to ribbons in salt water doesn't bear thinking about.

"Not in the mood for the usual stuff," he tells Dean. Zack really is feeling good and awake now, so he gets up and starts clearing the dirty plates.

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