Oops
Shit, I completely forgot to write anything down in the last couple days ((weeks)). I've been busy with Dean up here in Michigan, and he's always on the computer doing something or other, so I didn't even think about it.
Uh, okay. Status report.
Ate lunch.
Got back to find Dean drawing up plans for a summoning ritual he's going to do to try to contact Cas, using Anna as protection. It seems risky, but I think Willow's enough of a badass, and Dean's got a solid enough idea what's going on, that it should turn out okay.
We left Xander in the evening and drove around the north side of town, by the river, running on our tried-and-true instinct that supernatural shit hides in warehouses. It's like a rule. We didn't find anything blatant or specific, but I've got a couple of addresses of places that looked empty enough for an angel on the downlow to choose.
Then we hit up a bar on Main street and were basically handed all the answers we were looking for as we sat there and pretended to be grad students (or, Dean decided he was my advisor and that I was his grad student peon, charming). Norman Grist joined us in order to tell us everything we wanted to hear about squatters in abandoned buildings (Cas) and the angelic sigil painted on the wall (Cas) and where he was last seen. It sounds good, but feels dodgy. I'm unreasonably nervous about this guy, but Dean seems to be all gung-ho about following his leads.
So we headed back to the motel and grabbed Xander (and Anna) and we're en route to the last warehouse now. If we don't find Cas tonight, we'll get in touch with him tomorrow, early, with Dean's ritual.
Oh and then there was Zachariah showing up at the Foundation to be a dick.
I think when we get back I'll text Dawn. Say hi, give her an update. I wonder how her leprechaun case is going.
Ah, forgot to mention, Lorne's blood. Um, I'm not going to say I love it, because the whole situation sucks, but I'm holding steady. There's only a couple of drops in the flask because it's so strong in its purity, but I think I'll be okay. When I finish this (which is going to take a while: drinking and hunting do not mix), I'll see how I feel before I mix another batch. Ugh, I hate this shit.
Uh, okay. Status report.
Ate lunch.
Got back to find Dean drawing up plans for a summoning ritual he's going to do to try to contact Cas, using Anna as protection. It seems risky, but I think Willow's enough of a badass, and Dean's got a solid enough idea what's going on, that it should turn out okay.
We left Xander in the evening and drove around the north side of town, by the river, running on our tried-and-true instinct that supernatural shit hides in warehouses. It's like a rule. We didn't find anything blatant or specific, but I've got a couple of addresses of places that looked empty enough for an angel on the downlow to choose.
Then we hit up a bar on Main street and were basically handed all the answers we were looking for as we sat there and pretended to be grad students (or, Dean decided he was my advisor and that I was his grad student peon, charming). Norman Grist joined us in order to tell us everything we wanted to hear about squatters in abandoned buildings (Cas) and the angelic sigil painted on the wall (Cas) and where he was last seen. It sounds good, but feels dodgy. I'm unreasonably nervous about this guy, but Dean seems to be all gung-ho about following his leads.
So we headed back to the motel and grabbed Xander (and Anna) and we're en route to the last warehouse now. If we don't find Cas tonight, we'll get in touch with him tomorrow, early, with Dean's ritual.
Oh and then there was Zachariah showing up at the Foundation to be a dick.
I think when we get back I'll text Dawn. Say hi, give her an update. I wonder how her leprechaun case is going.
Ah, forgot to mention, Lorne's blood. Um, I'm not going to say I love it, because the whole situation sucks, but I'm holding steady. There's only a couple of drops in the flask because it's so strong in its purity, but I think I'll be okay. When I finish this (which is going to take a while: drinking and hunting do not mix), I'll see how I feel before I mix another batch. Ugh, I hate this shit.