Case 3: Saving Private Cas

[a_righteous_man]

Dean, Sam, and Xander had run out of Los Angeles like a bat of out of hell. No time to say goodbye to friends and no time to really get their shit together. They simply leapt into the Impala, put the pedal to the floor, and were gone.

Dean didn’t want to leave, but knew it was wiser to run than fight an angel of the Lord right now.

Operation Saving

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[a_righteous_man]

Dean held still as Mosely broke the connection. At once his arm stopped itching, but the skin that had been touched by the beads of the rosary felt numb. He almost didn't want to hold them when she settled the strand into his hand and let go.

He peered around her to Anna though and offered her the patented Winchester smirk, which promptly vanished in Missouri's scolding.

Dean stilled his thoughts and clear his mind quickly, looking like a kid who had gotten his hand caught in a cookie jar and turned his focus to his brother and Xander. He set the rosary down on the coffee table, nestled deep in the middle of a pressed white dress shirt and against the photo of Claire.

Cas was hurt. He was still hurt after almost three months...and so was Jimmy.

"So, Ley Lines." Dean said, clapping his hands together. "Ley Lines are tied to burial grounds, monoliths, and geological features. And our other clues are water and devil's trap. Water does ground out energies...Cas might be hiding near or close to a body of water that might be hiding his powers along with that of some major ley lines."

He peered across the coffee table to Sam, who was sitting right in front of him. "You think they got maps of those things? Ley Lines?"

[iron_and_salt]

Sam dropped the exasperated look he was giving Dean, and shrugged. "Not on me, but I can find them. Is he still in the States? Ley Lines cross the whole globe, but if we can narrow it down, we can probably find him sooner or later."

[a_righteous_man]

Dean frowned. "Cas wouldn't go anywhere were we can't find him. If anything, he's here in North America." He rubbed at his jaw. "And near a large body of water. So...there is either ocean...Lake Champlain, Any or all of the Great Lakes...maybe if we get our hands on some ley line maps, we could focus on any of the closest bodies of water near Ohio."

[iron_and_salt]

"Sure. I'll look into it." He shook his head. "But, why Ohio?"

[a_righteous_man]

"It's where he got his ass kicked by a god damn Archangel, Sam." Dean said tersely. "It's the last place I saw him before he Air Angel me to Maryland."

[iron_and_salt]

Sam scowled. "Okay, sorry Dean, Jesus. I was kind of busy, then." He knew he shouldn't have said it, but he did. Damn.

[fragile_fallen]

Anna looked at the seat Missouri offered uninterestedly, preferring to stand. Personal comfort really wasn't high on the priority list for the angel. "Ley lines can fluctuate with events, holy sites, things like Archangels dropping in and prophets. Not to mention Lucifer. But like you said," Anna nodded to Dean, "Water. More specifically crossing water is an, albeit primitive, but effective way to lose anything thats tracking you so the closest river is probably the direction he would go."

[npcpfrpg]

Missouri reappeared, a tray in her hands with cookies piled high and a thermos styled as a pitcher full of steaming liquid. "Now I now Dean is just itching to bolt out the door and be on his way...but have something to eat before you all go." She set the platter down and the pitcher beside it.

She turned to a cupboard and pulled out several delicate tea cups and set them on the coffee table. "Well, go on. Help yourselves."

[a_righteous_man]

Dean looked up at Anna. "Then we should get going. We've got research to do." He started to rise from his chair, collecting the items off the coffee table when Missouri reappeared with a tray of cookies.

"Now I now Dean is just itching to bolt out the door and be on his way...but have something to eat before you all go."

Dean paused, weighing his thoughts before seating himself down next to his brother and reaching out for a cookie. Much to his delight, it was molasses and it was warm.

"Awesome." He whispered and bit off as much as he could cram into his mouth.

(ooc: Honestly? I think we can move on from this point and get down to the research! I vote Sam or Xander start a new thread were we've run off to a library or the motel and we're all digging around. BTW: Resources were posted in the OOC Community for the case)