No dice on Cas and the warehouse, but the search was not altogether useless.  Dean found a scrap of fabric caught on a nail and covered in what looks like blood.  I think it's the same color as Castiel's trench coat, so Dean's washing it now to check.

He also got back word from Regina that Norman Grist does not exist, which makes me extremely ( Read more... )

Fruitless search at the warehouse so far.  We've turned up no signs of anything useful, except a lot of displaced dirt.  Otherwise, the inside is spotless (in the Supernatural sense).

I'm suspicious of Norman Grist in the most extreme way.  Everything he said to us was too easy to get.  He handed us what we wanted to hear.  I think Dean's asked ( Read more... )

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 ( Read more... )

So apparently witchcraft is the only way to get a hold of Cas.  Hopefully because we're in the same town (educated guess), it'll be easier.  I went out and got some Sandalwood oil and incense for Dean after he showed me Willow's email.  She's got a lot of power in her hands, I think.

I'm not totally comfortable with witchcraft in the motel room, nor ( Read more... )

Sam wandered back from the Lawrence Public Library bank of printers and spread the sheets of paper on the table in front of Dean and Xander.

"Okay," he said, pointing, "Starting at the macro, there's some vague shit here about ley lines crossing tectonic plates.  Apparently, when the plates shift, there's like, an energy flare.  There are also ( Read more... )