Musings from the motel bathtub at 3 am
It's 3:34 am. Can't sleep (I'm starting to warm up to that Lorne guy...but just looking at him set off a whole mess of crap I've managed to suppress this pass year. That and my meeting with some lesser demon coming up in LA when this case is over. Now I'm starting to have nightmares that I'm selling my soul again or...Christ...god knows what just to get our hands on the Colt) and I'm curled up in the bathtub (because I'm just the bubble bath kind of guyit's the only comfortable place in this whole tiny room that isn't the toilet or the floor. I'm just sitting in it with a towel behind my head and my feet up on the faucet) with my fourth beer and Sammy's computer.
I don't want him to know I'm still up. He gets all twitchy when he starts to notice I'm not sleeping. If we hadn't been chasing down a lead tonight, I would have got and gotten myself blissfully drunk off Sammy's stash he's been hiding from me (he uses whiskey to cut his demon blood. Found his buddies Jack, Jim, and Johnny while I was putting the weapons away the other night in the trunk) and probably could have slept through the night. Yes, the morning would suck and the sight of breakfast would probably make my stomach roll...but I would have gotten some sleep.
So anyway....the lead we tracked down tonight. Warehouse looks like it's a bust...but we had some success. I found what looked like a few pieces of bloody fabric hanging off a nail next to some pallets...washed the blood off in the bathroom sink and found it to be the same color (I'm pretty sure, it was stained bad but I've conquered worse blood stains than this) as Jimmy's trench coat. Then again, it could have been from a old employee who wore pants the same color. I save a piece of it with the blood on it. We can use it for a tracking spell if the summoning one blows up in our faces.
On top of that, Regina emailed me before Sam turned in with an update on the background check I asked for on Norman.
Norman doesn't exist.
Sam's been giving me that 'I told you so' look since. Maybe I should have kept my mouth shut. He'd going to be on my ass about it in the morning, I'm sure.
Something was already bugging me about the guy. I just can't put my finger on it.
You know what else I got here besides insomnia, two more long necks, and a wireless connection? The Bible that was in the room's nightstand. I guess there is no better How-to guide to the end of the world than Revelations. If I'm going to be up all hours of the night without a pretty girl, I might as well make myself useful some other way.
I don't want him to know I'm still up. He gets all twitchy when he starts to notice I'm not sleeping. If we hadn't been chasing down a lead tonight, I would have got and gotten myself blissfully drunk off Sammy's stash he's been hiding from me (he uses whiskey to cut his demon blood. Found his buddies Jack, Jim, and Johnny while I was putting the weapons away the other night in the trunk) and probably could have slept through the night. Yes, the morning would suck and the sight of breakfast would probably make my stomach roll...but I would have gotten some sleep.
So anyway....the lead we tracked down tonight. Warehouse looks like it's a bust...but we had some success. I found what looked like a few pieces of bloody fabric hanging off a nail next to some pallets...washed the blood off in the bathroom sink and found it to be the same color (I'm pretty sure, it was stained bad but I've conquered worse blood stains than this) as Jimmy's trench coat. Then again, it could have been from a old employee who wore pants the same color. I save a piece of it with the blood on it. We can use it for a tracking spell if the summoning one blows up in our faces.
On top of that, Regina emailed me before Sam turned in with an update on the background check I asked for on Norman.
Norman doesn't exist.
Sam's been giving me that 'I told you so' look since. Maybe I should have kept my mouth shut. He'd going to be on my ass about it in the morning, I'm sure.
Something was already bugging me about the guy. I just can't put my finger on it.
You know what else I got here besides insomnia, two more long necks, and a wireless connection? The Bible that was in the room's nightstand. I guess there is no better How-to guide to the end of the world than Revelations. If I'm going to be up all hours of the night without a pretty girl, I might as well make myself useful some other way.