Not Until We Are Lost

Lucifer was as amused by the ship as she had been on the island and on the monochrome world before that. It was a new thing to explore, and this time, the aliens were a lot closer. She was fond of going to the common area and watching them, knowing that it made them all highly uncomfortable to be gazed upon as if they were the ants in the glass cage.

Another amusing thing that was discovered upon the ship was that there were others around that had powers at least on par with what were at her fingertips. Different sorts of power, of course. It was a draw to Lucifer, but not one that felt like it needed immediate attention.

What was more of a pull was that there seemed to be another angel in their midst. The one, she thought, that had paired up with Castiel.

So while there were oodles of bodies around, and seemingly endless ways that they could fall to sin, and certainly faces that had been met before and needed to be met again, Lucifer was drawn to the angel who was not. Would she be as Castiel had been? Eager to see the devil cast away, anxious to smite the great evil?

There was, truly, only one way to find out.

Evan didn't know what to think about being on the ship, really. It felt somewhat safer on one hand, but on the other, he was still not completely in control of the wolf, and it made him nervous to be enclosed with so many people.

And Simon.
He didn't particularly like being so close to the fairy with no escape.

He hadn't seen Niks since they'd had their encounter with the old one, and he honestly hadn't tried, she'd seemed more than a little put out by the way that they were acting toward each other, and Evan knew that Simon would be hovering near his newly altered charge, and it was just easier to stay away.

There were other people he wanted to check on, anyway. He wanted to find Jack and make sure she was alright. Mary, Max, and all the others that he'd come to know on this strange journey. Though he did discover that once he figured out what rooms they were in, it was easy to know if they were alright. Mary's scent was actually in two places, and one of them held something else that made Evan ill at ease. He also knew immediately where Mikey was staying, the smell of cat triggering a deep impulse to chase. He discovered another dog-like scent on top of that, which made him curious.

All of that was pushed aside for the moment in the name of food. He'd discovered that the aliens could recreate pretty much everything that he asked for, and perfectly. So he'd been experimenting with various things. Trying to trick them. Asking for alcohol and getting it. Cakes. Obscure dishes he didn't really want to eat, like lamb's brain. All of it came forth through the window.

He was finishing up a meal of various protein when he spotted the guy he'd confronted on the island. Evan stood up, abandoning his food. There was no bruise on his face from the impact of the punch, he'd - somewhat miraculously, he thought - healed that quickly. Somehow, he'd not ended up with the broken jaw that he was sure he should have.

Evan stood in front of the guy, the memory of the fight triggered by the smell of him.

Johnny had enjoyed his peaceful time with Mary. Not having to worry about hiding in plain sight in a world that didn't like men and women to travel together unless they were siblings or married. Not having to try to find her in a world where bunnies were zombies. Not being dead and mending. Just them. Just knowing that she couldn't be lost. He liked that.

The problem was, he knew that she needed to talk about what had happened. As much as they both may have wanted to brush it under the rug, Mary needed to speak aloud her story. She needed to express whatever emotions she had about them, and he knew they weren't going to be light or good.

So he gathered a few food items from the magical food window and brought them to his room. His room, because he didn't think that anybody would bother them there. Her room might have all kinds of visitors. Like Dean. Who he was not eager to talk to. Especially after the encounter with Jo and the hitting. He had snacks for them to munch on, and cold sandwiches in case their talk went on a long while. He had drinks. He was pretty sure that he'd covered all the bases.

All he had to do was wait for Mary to come back. They had been spending their nights together most of the time. Switching off rooms for whatever was the closest when they decided that sleep was a thing that needed to happen. He hoped that her not finding him waiting would prompt her to seek him out.

This was not going to be easy.