Emails to Willow
Dean appeared from the bathroom in a cloud of steam and warm air. He wondered through the brightly colored motel room, ignoring the quilted bed spreads that clashed with the color scheme and ran a towel through his hair one more to soak up the rest of the water clinging to his scalp. He peaked out from under the terri cloth, noticing his brother was absent for a moment...probably off doing something or order (talk to Xander who was in the room right next door, with an equally as hideous bed spread and painted walls, or off seeking food that was not from the Land of Golden Arches.)
His laptop sat on the table, peeking out from it's messenger bag.
Dean sighed as he yanked the towel off his head and pitched it into a waiting hamper. He had spent the whole shower thinking about ways to reaching out Castiel himself as Sam suggested...similar to the ways in which the angel, or any angel for that matter, could just drop in on his dreams without permission and have a full conversation with the great and wise Dean Winchester whenever they pleased.
His hand had kept drifting up his left shoulder to the scar the entire time. Dean now found himself standing there in the middle of the room doing such again, instead of picking through his yawning duffel for a clean shirt.
Mosely could only read thoughts. They had tried that and it brought them here to Sault Ste. Maire. But that didn't help them pin point the missing angel's location throughout the whole town...which was a massive port that connecting the three Great Lakes together and spanned into another country.
Dean picked his brain, considering who he knew that might be of some help. He found himself coming back to the Foundation and their resources. Lorne...Lorne might be able to do...but he didn't want to dare run the risk of the demon and the angel crossing paths until after a full explaination was given to Castiel about their current state of employ with the organization. That was something on Dean's list of things he currently didn't look forward to doing...right under running into Zachariah again and finally fighting Lucifer and saving the world.
The elder Winchester blindly picked out a shirt and took a seat at the small table, getting into his brother's bag and producing the laptop.
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To: w.rosenburg@phoenixfoundation.org
From: d.winchester@phoenixfoundation.org
Re: Missing Angel Case
Willow, it's Dean again.
I need some help. We're in Sault Ste. Marie, following up on a lead that this is where my missing guardian angel ended up and we've got nothing else to go on at this point. The city is huge, we've only got three bodies and one fallen angel (oh, let Regina know we found Anna) and it looks like we're going to be here for weeks turning this city upside down.
My brother suggested trying to meet Castiel in my dreams. Cas has done it before, more than once...in fact, most of the angels do it when they don't want to get their asses handed to them by me in real life...so...I was wondering if you knew a way for us to...I don't know...reverse our connection so I can call him up instead.
Lorne said you were a pretty powerful witch. Havent' worked with many before...but I'm will to give anything a try at this point.
-Dean
His laptop sat on the table, peeking out from it's messenger bag.
Dean sighed as he yanked the towel off his head and pitched it into a waiting hamper. He had spent the whole shower thinking about ways to reaching out Castiel himself as Sam suggested...similar to the ways in which the angel, or any angel for that matter, could just drop in on his dreams without permission and have a full conversation with the great and wise Dean Winchester whenever they pleased.
His hand had kept drifting up his left shoulder to the scar the entire time. Dean now found himself standing there in the middle of the room doing such again, instead of picking through his yawning duffel for a clean shirt.
Mosely could only read thoughts. They had tried that and it brought them here to Sault Ste. Maire. But that didn't help them pin point the missing angel's location throughout the whole town...which was a massive port that connecting the three Great Lakes together and spanned into another country.
Dean picked his brain, considering who he knew that might be of some help. He found himself coming back to the Foundation and their resources. Lorne...Lorne might be able to do...but he didn't want to dare run the risk of the demon and the angel crossing paths until after a full explaination was given to Castiel about their current state of employ with the organization. That was something on Dean's list of things he currently didn't look forward to doing...right under running into Zachariah again and finally fighting Lucifer and saving the world.
The elder Winchester blindly picked out a shirt and took a seat at the small table, getting into his brother's bag and producing the laptop.
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To: w.rosenburg@phoenixfoundation.org
From: d.winchester@phoenixfoundation.org
Re: Missing Angel Case
Willow, it's Dean again.
I need some help. We're in Sault Ste. Marie, following up on a lead that this is where my missing guardian angel ended up and we've got nothing else to go on at this point. The city is huge, we've only got three bodies and one fallen angel (oh, let Regina know we found Anna) and it looks like we're going to be here for weeks turning this city upside down.
My brother suggested trying to meet Castiel in my dreams. Cas has done it before, more than once...in fact, most of the angels do it when they don't want to get their asses handed to them by me in real life...so...I was wondering if you knew a way for us to...I don't know...reverse our connection so I can call him up instead.
Lorne said you were a pretty powerful witch. Havent' worked with many before...but I'm will to give anything a try at this point.
-Dean