i was lured into the back | of harrowdown hill | it was me
Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel
Rating: PG-13 for now, though when stuff starts going down, this may change.
Time Period: Modern
Location: The room below the library
Relative Date: Following this. After Tony's been bitten and Isaack's been relocated... somewhere.
Status: PM to join.
"You know, somehow I doubt the card catalog upstairs includes 70 Potent Poxes & You," Dean said, reading off the binding of one of the few texts that were in English, and shooting a smart-ass smile over to Sam, who was buried in books at a nearby table.
They'd been looking through the stacks for awhile now, and it was obvious whoever put these down here was bad news. Though in Dean's opinion, anybody who decorated their desk with a real live skull was probably not in the business of making cakes. That didn't mean there wasn't something they could use down here, or at least use to figure out who had lured them to his place and why their magic worked against a frickin' angel. He'd be a lot happier when he knew what they were dealing with. Or maybe not exactly happier, but he'd at least have a place to focus his frustration.
"So this ... Fox thing," Dean said, "anybody actually seen it?" He'd listened to the recording a couple times now, trying to make any sense of what was said. "It calls itself a 'higher power'." He glanced over at Cas, as if he might be able to provide them with some sort of answer. "I mean, besides angels, devils, and the big guy himself, what else is even out there on that grand a scale?"
Rating: PG-13 for now, though when stuff starts going down, this may change.
Time Period: Modern
Location: The room below the library
Relative Date: Following this. After Tony's been bitten and Isaack's been relocated... somewhere.
Status: PM to join.
"You know, somehow I doubt the card catalog upstairs includes 70 Potent Poxes & You," Dean said, reading off the binding of one of the few texts that were in English, and shooting a smart-ass smile over to Sam, who was buried in books at a nearby table.
They'd been looking through the stacks for awhile now, and it was obvious whoever put these down here was bad news. Though in Dean's opinion, anybody who decorated their desk with a real live skull was probably not in the business of making cakes. That didn't mean there wasn't something they could use down here, or at least use to figure out who had lured them to his place and why their magic worked against a frickin' angel. He'd be a lot happier when he knew what they were dealing with. Or maybe not exactly happier, but he'd at least have a place to focus his frustration.
"So this ... Fox thing," Dean said, "anybody actually seen it?" He'd listened to the recording a couple times now, trying to make any sense of what was said. "It calls itself a 'higher power'." He glanced over at Cas, as if he might be able to provide them with some sort of answer. "I mean, besides angels, devils, and the big guy himself, what else is even out there on that grand a scale?"