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[iron_and_salt]

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

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[a_righteous_man]

Dude, you know the angels will just bring me back. So it's just not worth the effort.

Besides, I'm too fucking tired to care right now. Remind me when we leave to snag the motel bible out of the dresser. Our copy sorta bit the dust a while back and I started highlighting shit in this one.

[iron_and_salt]

Wait, were you up all night? Crap, Dean, how do you expect to work serious mojo on no sleep?

[a_righteous_man]

I've done a lot more than work a spell on no sleep in the past.

And yes, I was up all night. What did you expect after bouncing into a flesh and blood demon from Hell? That I'd sleep like a baby? I can't get myself freaking smashed out of my mind with your buddy Jack (why'd you lock him in the trunk anyway?) until after we find Cas.

Regina called. We've got reinforcements to pick up at the airport once we get done this summoning spell.

[iron_and_salt]

Oh shut up, you make me sound like an alcoholic. I don't need to be an alcoholic AND a junkie. That's a whole new level of Winchester screw up.

I'm just saying you should talk to me. You're my brother; we're in this together.