Episode Six: The Return of the Blackstone

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Characters: Everyone. Anyone.
Time: After sunrise, Monday
Location: Blackstone Hotel
Content: Disappearance of mystery magic black fog. Oh look, what's behind it? The Blackstone Hotel!
Format: Whatever
Warnings: Cursing, maybe.

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[legallygreen]

It made no sense, and she was tired of all this crazy garbage happening to her.

Jennifer left her room and locked the door, heading down to the lobby of the Blackstone dressed in jeans and a warm sweater, her coat over her arm in case the Winchesters wanted to go out to find some answers. She might have also been wearing a little make up, not that it was a crime for a woman to wear make up...

Sighing, she sat down in one of the chairs of the lobby, removing her glasses and rubbing the bridge of her nose. This was all she needed. One more mystery having to do with magic. Perfect. Just perfect.

[chosenfreedom]

Dean had a new rough jacket with him for the same reason. Figuring at some point, they would need to get some answers. He placed the newspaper down by her, and took a seat.

"He's going to be a few minutes and then he'll be down. His shaggy hair takes forever to wash, loves those fancy shampoos."

[legallygreen]

"I like his hair." She said softly, then smiled a little. "Already picking on the poor guy. I feel sorry for him."

Jennifer nodded and leaned back in her chair, settling her glasses back on her nose. "Any theories on what happened?"

[chosenfreedom]

"Picking on him? Come on, it's one of my fundamental big brother rights." And it's not like Sam doesn't fire it back on the insults and pranks when he's himself.

Dean then shrugged, "Not really, other than some serious magic hoodoo or something seriously freaking powerful. Heard one of the guys talking about fighting ancient gods before I got here?"

[legallygreen]

"I wasn't here then." She replied, shaking her head. "If they have been fighting gods, it was before I got here, or nobody invited me to the party."

Jennifer adjusted her glasses. "I think it has something to do with the buildings that have been disappearing. It's just that this one disappeared with people inside it for a little while. Something is different this time, something that meant we were put back."

[chosenfreedom]

"Somebody screwed up and grabbed the wrong building? Though wondering why we were gone for the whole damn day, and where."

[legallygreen]

Jennifer frowned and shook her head. "I don't think people that are capable of taking an entire building would grab the wrong building. I think they always meant to put us back."

[chosenfreedom]

Dean pursed his lips and exhaled a quick breath of derision at that statement.

"So, they grab us, and put us back so it's supposed to all great now? And we don't have *any* leads on the building nabbing? How many are gone?"

[legallygreen]

"Two, as far as I know." She replied. "The observatory, and the Sears Building. I don't think it's supposed to be great now, I think we're supposed to learn something. They want us to figure something out, but they won't tell us outright. The people doing this like to get all Delphic at times like this."

[chosenfreedom]

"Delphic?" Dean wracked his brain for a reference, and then remembered some discussion with Sam. They did a lot of research once the end of the world was nigh.

"Please, please, PLEASE don't tell me it's more prophetic crap. Because I've had it up to here." He raised his right hand over his head to demonstrate before lowering it with clear disgust.

[legallygreen]

"Not prophetic, just more vague and unhelpful." Jennifer said, shaking her head a bit. "As most beings who fuck around with others lives tend to be."

[huntingmemory]

"Well, that sounds less than fun." Sam had changed clothes and his hair was still slightly damp, curling at his shoulders. He'd layered, with a long-sleeved t-shirt under a button-down shirt. He carried a heavier jacket over his arm. "I'm thinking is that I'm not a fan of prophetic anything."

[chosenfreedom]

"We're not," Dean all but growled in agreement to Sam's arrival.

"It still means being some douchebag's bitch, and supposed to be retired from all of it."

He sighed, and glanced down at the paper, "The vague and unhelpful just goes along with it."

[legallygreen]

Jennifer managed a shy smile as Sam arrived, but it faded quickly, making her wish she had something more intelligent to say. But all she really could do was make suggestions.

"We should speak to one of the wizards. See if Ebenezar or Mr. Dresden know anything."

[huntingmemory]

"Are they good at figuring out vague and unhelpful?" Sam said, smiling at Jennifer, too. What? She was nice.

[chosenfreedom]

"Well I've met Ebenezar. For some old magic user, he knows his stuff. Bet he'd have an idea or two," Dean nodded in approval with the idea. He was now leaning slightly back in his seat, his arm against the back of the chair.