Not Until We Are Lost

Speaking with Dean had also alleviated some of his anxiety, yet Cas found he couldn't stay in one place aboard the ship for very long. He could sit with Anna wherever she pleased - that was different, but in order to know exactly where they were and what they were dealing with, wandering the parts of the ship that were accessible was the best course of action. He'd forgotten to eat, of course. While he'd watched several people order food as they came and went, he still wasn't certain he wished to try any himself. He didn't know what was in it and he didn't feel as though he or his fellow hunters should find out.

So he watched their hosts. Many regarded him with a blank stare akin to one he would have given any member of humanity at one time. It did not unnerve him so much as frustrate. He could finally understand why Dean and Sam had been equally as annoyed with him at times. He'd given answers that only amounted to more questions and these extra-terrestrials were not even forthcoming with real answers. He had a feeling they knew what it meant when he glared at them and he was not about to make it secret. While he was aware he could not harm them for the time being, he was merely waiting for a time where it would be possible. After all, everything burned. Everything died. And if that was what it took to return him and Anna home to their rightful place, then he was willing to suffer the consequences. Lucifer could gloat all he liked, but Cas never acted rashly

Yet a certain presence drew him from his thoughts. It was abrupt and certainly not something he'd felt in some time. Looking around, he pushed up off the bulkhead he'd been leaning against and looked directly at the woman in question. She hid it well, but even for a former angel, there was no mistaking that level of power.

"You are a god," he said bluntly. "When did you arrive?"

Carnivorous fish.

That was the stupidest thing that Betsy had ever heard. Ever. People couldn't cross to the other island because of a bunch of fucking fish? It was only a mile! She could see over there and tell that people were wandering around. She could even hear them shouting to one another sometimes, trying to get information. But nobody was going. Then she heard somebody talking about flesh eating flounders.

Stupid.

Betsy decided that if anybody was going to ford this, it would be her. Not only was it a well known fact that elephants could swim, but her skin was definitely thick enough to withstand a few little lovebites from some goddamned fish.

She waited until nobody else was around and then hid her clothes in the lush greenery near the beach. She transformed into her bigger self and cockily sauntered out toward the water. Fish were not going to stop a Braddock.

Not pausing to test the temperature or anything else, Betsy waded into the depths. She was feeling very confident. Especially after the first nip. It was a gentle thing, almost. Like she'd been poked with a stick in a particularly annoyed manner. She thought that she could take that for a mile. Get to the other side. Rescue people. Or ... something.

But it wasn't a poke with a stick, it turned out. It was a test to see what they were up against. She didn't get much further before there was another bite, harder, deeper, and then another. And another. Betsy trumpeted and turned back toward the beach, swimming as fast and hard as she could. Trying to get away from the fish. And trying to not be mad at herself for running from fish.

She got herself back onto the beach and stood in the sand. She wasn't sure what would happen if she went back to her human body. If the bites would be bigger. If she would bleed more, and possibly die. Her trunk carefully inspected her wounds one by one. Prodding gently at them, a sad grumble in her throat. She needed somebody to help her.