Hello everyone! I know that some of you might be waiting for Castiel, but you are going ot have to wait a few chapters! Sorry! But he's coming, I swear!

Disclaimer: I own nothing here! It's sad but true.

CHAPTER 2

Crack

The top of the crate popped off with all of the crew standing around. Dean, with his crowbar in hand smiled at each of them in turn before reaching in and pulling out his prize. One of many protein bars, but then something on the wrapper caught his eye.

"Well shit. This sucks. They're marked. Can't sell 'em proper. Going to have to be sneaky about it now. Any suggestions?"

Trickster piped in, "Well we can always just sell them proper anyway! It's not like they will arrest me. I'm just the pilot. I can always say that I was flying the ship by accident."

"Oh don't get your panties in a bunch Shorty. This doesn't have to be too big a problem. So stop sniveling and start thinking. Dean and I both have some contacts that are shady enough to not care about some Garrison marked goods. Isn't that right, Dean?" Meg's sly voice and knowing smirk always sent a shiver or repulsion through Dean, but she was right. Dean turned to Sam with a raised eyebrow. Sam looked at him for a few seconds before screwing up his face into bitch face #4. The "are you kidding me face".

"No, Dean. Just talk to Crowley. Maybe he won't care."

"Fine. Tricky, how long till we reach Persephone?"

"Hmmm, I'd say 3 or 4 hours? If you want to shave it closer then we can light a match under Chucks butt and cut it closer to 2 and a half?" Tricksters smirk was enough to let Dean know that Chuck would probably be coming to him later with a complaint about Trickster pulling another prank on him. Last one was Trickster telling Chuck that Dean was dying of elephantitis of the balls and that if Chuck didn't get the ship going faster, then Dean's balls would explode taking the rest of the crew with them. Needless to say, it did the trick and Dean's ship never reached a port faster.

"Whatever it takes. I just want to get paid. Let me know when we are an hour away. Get these things stored! I don't want civilians tripping over them."

Chuck chose that moment to appear. "Are we taking on passengers at Persephone?"

"That's the hope. We could use the extra cash. I'm getting sick of protein bars and cheap whiskey." Dean screwed up his face in distaste at the thought of what would probably end up being his dinner anyway.

"Oh awesome! I love new people, they always have great stories! Maybe I'll get some new material for my own book," squealed Chuck. Behind him Meg was also screwing up her face in distaste, but for a different reason all together.

"Shut up Chuck! More people around means higher risk. Stuff your pen up your ass, stop writing, and I don't' know, tinker or something!" Meg's frustration with the mechanic/writer was nothing new, and so it didn't concern Dean. Meg always had a frustrated attitude with anyone. Dean was only concerned when she started being nice and patient with someone. So he just turned and walked towards to control room.

Sam and Trickster had quickly snuck out of the hold right as Dean started telling everyone to move stuff. Normally Sam would help out, but the pilot had grabbed his arm and started "dragging" Sam, a very much larger person, away.

"Something doesn't feel right about this. I mean, I love my brother, but he sucks at staying out of trouble." Sam knew he was the one to suggest going to Crowley anyway, but it was the "safest" option at this point. Devil you know and all that shit.

"Sammy-cakes, of course it's going to feel wonky! It's crime! It's supposed to not feel right," Trickster reminds Sam while fiddling with his action figure's pants.

"I know. But Dean seems so tense …"

"Of course he's tense. He's awake…and probably hasn't gotten laid in a year. Speaking of which, we, and I mean you the beloved little brother, should ask for some shore leave. I'm feeling a bit frisky myself," Trickster smirks and raises his eyebrows at Sam suggestively. Sam blushes and shifts where he is leaning against a control panel.

"I have missed real food. And real showers. Like with actual veggies and non-recycled and water…."

"Then it's settled! You get your bro nice and trashed and then get him to agree to a weekend stay at a port before he sobers up! It's fool proof."

"Tricky…I can't do that. He's the captain, and…"

"And that means he needs this break more than most. Listen, just tell him…"

"Tell me what?" Dean walked into the control room eyes shifting between Sam and the pilot. Sam looked uncomfortable, and Trickster just looked at Sam, totally ignoring Dean's entrance. After some past moments of silence and awkwardness, Dean decided to get down to business.

"Okay, after we make contact with Crowley, see if you can reach our ambassador. Let her know we are docking at Persephone soon, so if she has business pending, she better squeeze it dry and get it off. I ain't waiting." Sam flinches at this. Trickster smirks and responds,

"I'm sure she will appreciate your lovely phrasing. I'll send her and Crowley a wave."

A lovely red-haired woman and an awkward yet handsome youth are wrapped up together under the covers. The youth jerks and shifts above her, clearly nervous. His moans are loud enough to cover the sounds of the creaking bed beneath them. The red-head simply holds him and runs her hands soothingly up and down his spine, moving lower and lower with each stroke. Eventually he tightens, relaxes, becomes still. She runs her hand through is hair and he pulls from her neck, looks at her with sweaty insecurity. She smiles with a sort of fond sweetness in her expression. He rests his head on her breast, still breathing hard.

"Oh Anna, that was amazing," the newly made man says breathlessly as he finally lifts his head up again. "Please stay with me. I have money. I could take care of you. I could make you happy."

"I have no doubt that you could make a woman very happy. But I enjoy my freedom. I wish to see the universe. That way I can continue to meet amazing individuals such as you."

"But I…," he stops as he looks into her honey eyes. Anna smiles sweetly and longingly looks up at the ceiling. He knows that he doesn't stand a chance.

Later, after a very awkward goodbye, Anna moves towards the bow of her shuttle. Reaching for the call box, she sends a wave up to her host ship. After a few seconds Tricksters face appears on the telescreen.

"Hey there pretty lady! So, you all finished up in there? Was he any good?" Trickster had no class, but Anna didn't mind it so much. She just smiles and replies that she is ready to meet up with the others. Plans are made to meet up in 30 minutes at the main docking area, and she turns off her screen and prepares to leave.

Dean is bored. And when he's bored he either drinks, or thinks. Neither of those things ever leads to something good, but since his work isn't done for the day he is left in the dining room cleaning his gun, and thinking.

He thinks about how his life became this. He supposes it all started when he was four and his and Sam's mother was lost in one of the first Garrison attacks on the rebel Hunters. A stray group of Garrison soldiers had decided to burn down their house, where Dean and his family were getting ready for bed. Dean doesn't remember all of it, but the parts he does remember haunt him every day of his life. He remembers his Dad placing little Sammy in his arms and telling him to get out of the house. He remembers catching a glance of his mother caught in the flames. And he remembers seeing his house going up in flames and only his father emerging a few minutes later.

His father raised both brothers with a deep hatred for the Garrison. He raised them to be soldiers on the rebel, Hunters, side. Dean never questioned this. He hated the Garrison and felt purpose when he practiced his shooting skills at age 8, or killed his first man at age 14. The war was all Dean had been raised for. It was what Sammy was raised for, even though he fought it tooth and nail.

Sammy didn't like their life of moving from planet to planet trying to gain new rebel Hunters that would fight against the Garrison. He thought that the sneaky way that the Hunters fought their battles was ineffective and too small. If they really wanted to have their voices heard, then they should invest in education and politics so that they could legally fight back instead of causing so much bloodshed. So eventually, after many years of fighting, Sammy left for law school with the intention of fighting for the rebels legal rights.

He never got that far. Right before Sam was able to get his degree, his long time girlfriend was killed in a Garrison "demonstration" attack. Sam returned to Dean's side not a few hours later and took part in his first battle in the war the next day. For a while Dean, Sam, and their father were legends among the Hunters as some of the best fighters out there. That was until their father was killed in one of the war's biggest battles. But the brothers kept fighting. One for revenge and another because he didn't know what else to do. But when the war over, and the brothers found themselves on the losing side, both of them were lost with no purpose.

Click click

Dean snapped the chamber shut on his ridiculously shiny and clean gun. He had work to do.