Jarred from his contemplations by Donovan’s popping of things, Dean frowned at the man. “Fuck. You.” He said quite clearly and concisely. “We both know what would happen if I went alone. And then you’d be bitching for *weeks* about what a martyr you are, despite getting all the lady bits recently.”<br/><br/>Rolling to his feet in a sinuous, effortless motion, Dean casually extended his fingers – now tipped with sharp claws – and sawed at the bonds around their ankles, snicking through them in a few seconds. Then the man, now able – thanks to Donovan’s use of his power – to manifest his own a bit, Dean hoisted the man up onto his muscular shoulder and began tromping through the ship.<br/><br/>“You can feel her too, can’t you?” Dean asked as he walked. “She’s part of us now. You, her spirit. Me, her impulsive desires. It’s like we gave birth, you and I. Me the mother, you the sperm donor. Er. Father. Ah yes. She’s all around us. Whispering. Hungry. I wonder if she wants to consume sharks, or maybe other ships?” Dean paused, eyes going wide, “Oooo, I know, maybe she wants souls! Yeah, souls!”<br/><br/>Showing that he had a clear knack for navigating the massive boat, Dean took one turn, then another – completely different and seemingly indirect turns from those the others had taken earlier. “Okay,” Dean continued, “Maybe not souls. Neither I nor the Shadow consume souls. Nor, for that matter, do you. Maybe something else. Something more….fun.” Dean seemed positively excited by this new idea, even as he rounded yet another corner and somehow brought the two of them right before the Captain’s Cabin.<br/><br/>“Like the tangled web of my heart,” Dean announced in a stage whisper, “So is the daughter of my flesh.” And then, with a gentle pressure of his fingertips against the locked door, Dean caused the door to glide open, revealing the events of the room beyond to both Shadow and Knight.<br/><br/>Because Dean was a fair sport. Or, more likely, just so Donovan wouldn’t earn any more points.<br/>