Martha- Okay…I need to read up on that lol.
Watson- I surely do! I work at the Great Movie Ride in Hollywood Studios. They have been working me alot recently which I appreciate but it sucks for any kind of free time.
Hey guys, sorry for my absence from the game this work week ended up being crazier than I thought it would be. My work pretty much owns my life (yay DisneyWorld). Next week will not be as bad. Let me know what I have missed and who I need to reply to.
Sam finished sending his text to Cas before attempting to ascertain his location. Without too much trouble he managed to procure himself directions to the hotel he was currently staying in, thanks to the bored cashier at whatever tourist shop he’d wandered into.
It was…
Cas appeared in the hotel room shortly after receiving Sam’s text. After he had left Holmes’ flat. He didn’t want to admit it but Holmes had gotten to him, making him think he was not doing all he could. What was worse was Holmes was not incorrect in his statement. He could be doing more and would.
“Thank you for meeting me here.” Cas spoke up.“Hey Dean.” Sam greeted when his brother arrived. Irrational though it may be, he was secretly relieved to see his brother alive and well. They hadn’t seen each other since before this case started, which wasn’t normal, for them, and he hoped they’d be getting back to business as usual soon enough.
He seated himself in the desk chair and turned to Castiel. “Hey, Cas. So, what’s up?” he asked.
Dean quirked a small smile at the sight of his brother and leaned back against the desk. “C’mon, Cas, there’s a reason why you brought us here. Tell us.” The possibilities are running through his head- someone else is probably dead- and he glances over at Sam.
At least he looks calm.
“I was uncomfortable discussing this infront of others. The symbol at the crime scenes, I’ve seen it before but I don’t know what it is, only that it doesn’t exist on Earth. I believe it to be in a book secured in Heaven. I intend on getting it.” Cas told them straight forward.
Sam nodded. It was good to know that Cas had some sort of lead to follow. “Okay. Do you have any idea how long it will take you? And what can Dean and I do in the meantime?”
“I don’t know how long it will take. Getting the book…it’s complicated.” Cas told them. It would be best not to reveal all the details of what he would have to do to get the book, he wasn’t even completely sure himself or if he would survive it. “As for what you should do, continue the investigation. Work with Holmes to find out who is behind this.” Cas said. He looked over at Dean and saw his expression and knew he didn’t believe that was the only reason they were there.
“But I didn’t call you here to tell you that though. I do need your help. The book is kept in one of the highest levels of Heaven, I must go in my true form and leave my vessel behind until I return.”
Sam finished sending his text to Cas before attempting to ascertain his location. Without too much trouble he managed to procure himself directions to the hotel he was currently staying in, thanks to the bored cashier at whatever tourist shop he’d wandered into.
It was…
Cas appeared in the hotel room shortly after receiving Sam’s text. After he had left Holmes’ flat. He didn’t want to admit it but Holmes had gotten to him, making him think he was not doing all he could. What was worse was Holmes was not incorrect in his statement. He could be doing more and would.
“Thank you for meeting me here.” Cas spoke up.“Hey Dean.” Sam greeted when his brother arrived. Irrational though it may be, he was secretly relieved to see his brother alive and well. They hadn’t seen each other since before this case started, which wasn’t normal, for them, and he hoped they’d be getting back to business as usual soon enough.
He seated himself in the desk chair and turned to Castiel. “Hey, Cas. So, what’s up?” he asked.
Dean quirked a small smile at the sight of his brother and leaned back against the desk. “C’mon, Cas, there’s a reason why you brought us here. Tell us.” The possibilities are running through his head- someone else is probably dead- and he glances over at Sam.
At least he looks calm.
“I was uncomfortable discussing this infront of others. The symbol at the crime scenes, I’ve seen it before but I don’t know what it is, only that it doesn’t exist on Earth. I believe it to be in a book secured in Heaven. I intend on getting it.” Cas told them straight forward.
Sam finished sending his text to Cas before attempting to ascertain his location. Without too much trouble he managed to procure himself directions to the hotel he was currently staying in, thanks to the bored cashier at whatever tourist shop he’d wandered into.
It was…
Cas appeared in the hotel room shortly after receiving Sam’s text. After he had left Holmes’ flat. He didn’t want to admit it but Holmes had gotten to him, making him think he was not doing all he could. What was worse was Holmes was not incorrect in his statement. He could be doing more and would.
“Thank you for meeting me here.” Cas spoke up.
Alright. Get Dean to meet us there too.
Cas put his trench coat on over his suit and felt strangely complete. He looked over at Dean and nodded. “Right. What do you know of the case so far?”
“Not much.” Dean snorted. “Proves how much help the news can be these days. I know about the cyanide but that’s about it.”
Cas nodded. “Dean…um…” He knew what he wanted to ask but was having trouble finding a way to ask. “When I came back I was in a river…I don’t remember how I got there. I remember taking on all those souls from Purgatory but after that it’s a blur. As if it weren’t me. Do you know what happened?”
((OOC))
Will anyone be on around 9:30? I don’t get off til 9 and my phone isn’t letting me reply
((Ooc)) That sounds fine to me. How far are you into that?
I’m going to be sending Cas on a special mission since I won’t be online as much this week since my hours are later at work
I am at work until 9 but I will try to get on and answer during my next break or in between one of my shows.
