Ghostie aftermath?

[sharktoothtotem]

 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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[has_a_phd_in_teddybear]

Dean hadn't managed to self-medicate himself into any form of sleep last night, he'll things ripped too open, too wired from The unexpected hunt, and too worried about whether the damn ghost was going to end up at the apartment regardless. So he ends up scouring lore books from home all damn night until he eventually crashes about 1am. He's up again by 4.30, jolted awake from his crash position at the desk and panting as the nightmares fade from earlier discussions. The house is quiet when he awakens, so he goes back to obsessing over the books after chasing off the last of the adrenaline thay snapped him out of sleep with a good dose of hunter's helper. He's contemplating creeping out and getting coffee to help with the headache he's trying to massage out when breakfast smells start drifting towards him, as well as the quiet sounds of singing.

Oh, shit, had he been that long already? He ducks into the bathroom on his way out, taking long enough to shower and not smell like he just crawled out of a whiskey bottle and humming to himself quietly as he does with that song now firmly in his head, and to dress, before making his way to Zack's room. He gives the door a knock, indicating it was time to drag his currently human ass out of bed before heading directly for coffee. "Smells good. What's cooking?"

[has_a_phd_in_teddybear]

He shrugs a little bit. "No idea, he was never mentioned and the only robot I met was the guy who was a jet but... also not? Pink hair on his... Holo-something. Avatars?" That sounds about right. "Besides the point. Could be him, but might not be. The beach shack sounds awesome, kinda sweet you would do something like that for kids you don't know. Makes the scars worth it, eh?"

Dean looks to Zack, and gives his eyebrows a wiggle as he says "And so you know? chicks dig scars. Or fellas. Whatever." Ragging on him a little bit? Maybe. All the playful smirks as he grabs the dishes. "And yeah, that's cool. I'll help Tay back whenever she's ready and we'll go."