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... )

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 set off down the street from the motel, shrugging off his jacket and tying it around his waist.  Even in Michigan, it was too warm for this many layers.

He thought about salad.  Cucumbers.  Ranch dressing.  Food not made of animal and then grilled.  Corn.  French bread.

God, their diet sucked.  He grinned to himself and squinted against the sun, ( Read more... )