Case 3: Saving Private Cas

[a_righteous_man]

Dean, Sam, and Xander had run out of Los Angeles like a bat of out of hell. No time to say goodbye to friends and no time to really get their shit together. They simply leapt into the Impala, put the pedal to the floor, and were gone.

Dean didn’t want to leave, but knew it was wiser to run than fight an angel of the Lord right now.

Operation Saving

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Sault Ste. Marie, MI

[a_righteous_man]

(OOC: It's a 15 hour hour drive from Lawrence to Sault Ste Marie. If the boys left that night, it's about mid afternoon the following day)

"Money, get away." Dean crooned, his hands beating against the steering wheel. "Get a good job with good pay and you're okay."

Pink Floyd belted out of the Impala's traditional radio and cassette player, loud enough to be heard over the engine's roar, the wind whipping around the windows, and Dean's singing. They sped down I-75 North, blowing out of Drafter, Michigan at a steady 80 miles per hour.

A sign whipped pass the black Chevy declaring that they were fact approaching the International Bridge to Canada and Sault Ste. Marie (USA).

"New car, caviar, four star daydream," Dean carried on. "Think Ill buy me a football team!" He turned his sun glassed gaze to his brother and flashed him a disarming smile and nodded his head back to Xander

Re: Sault Ste. Marie, MI

[iron_and_salt]

"Oh. My god. Dean, please shut the hell up." Sam looked over at his brother from the passenger seat and gave his shoulder a shove. "A: you are terrible. B: we've listened to this album twice already. C: please shut up."

But, despite his protests, Sam was glad to see his brother looking so calm and so Dean again, that he'd put up with anything.

Re: Sault Ste. Marie, MI

[a_righteous_man]

Dean's lower lip jutted out in a bit of pout as he reached for the radio and ejected the table. "You're bossy." He whined and flicked it into the back where Xander would undoubtedly be smacked with it.

"Alright." Dean sighed and cleared his throat. "Fingers crossed that Cas didn't ended up in freaking Canada...just where are we going to start looking for him?"

Re: Sault Ste. Marie, MI

[iron_and_salt]

"Lemme look at the map again." Sam spread it out on his lap, tracing the river with his forefinger, and then looking up at downtown. "Along the water? There's a lot of shipping traffic here, so they're probably got a warehouse district, and a warehouse is nice and anonymous." He frowned. "There's gotta be something missing, here. Cas isn't an idiot; he wouldn't just, sit, waiting in some warehouse for anyone to show up. Can you like, have one of your weird dream meeting with him again."

Who is Dead Boy?

[a_righteous_man]

Dean closed the laptop, considering the options in front of him when he rose up, stepped outside and knocked on Xander's door, which was next to their room.

He waited for Xander to appear and offered the other man a smile.

"Uh...not to be completely random..." Dean started as he walked into the room. "But who is 'Dead Boy'?" He asked, taking a seat at the small table in the single room.

Re: Who is Dead Boy?

[1eyedzeppo]

Xander groaned and pushed himself off his bed when he heard the knock on his door. It'd been forever since he'd gotten any quality sleep but he figured the insomnia came with the job.

He opened the door for Dean and let him in before going into the bathroom to wash his face. He heard Dean's question as he was dying off his face and paused.

"Dead Boy? Where'd you heard that name?"

Re: Who is Dead Boy?

[a_righteous_man]

Dean sat back in his chair. "I was talking to Lorne and a chick named Willow. She told me about some poor bastard who went by the name 'Angel' and told I should ask you about some guy named 'Dead Boy'." He mused. He could see the exhaustion setting into Xander's features and was pretty sure the poor guy didn't live the life of a hunter in any respect.

Dean felt tired himself, having driven most of the way here following the previous evening. The shower had woken him up some. He'd let the guy get some sleep after dinner. Cas wasn't going anywhere yet...so they could spare the time for much needed rest.

Re: Who is Dead Boy?

[1eyedzeppo]

Xander walked back into the main room and flopped back down on his bed. Willow huh? His best friend sure had an interesting sense of humor at times like these.

"Poor bastard is right, I guess, if you actually feel sorry for the guy. Which I don't. And Angel and "Dead Boy" are the person. DB is just what I call him....So, what is it you want to know?"

OOC: Till My Head Falls Off

[fragile_fallen]

((I'll probably delete this tomorrow but just letting you know I'm still alive, I started my first week of work so I'm kinda frazzled. So until I get my head on straight in a few days lets just say Anna's like all angels and works on a slightly different timetable then most mortals))

Re: OOC: Till My Head Falls Off

[a_righteous_man]

We're going to need you soon. Dean has a summoning spell he wants to preform to call on Cas but he isn't calling the Michael the Archangel to watch his back while he does it. They want Anna in on it.

Re: OOC: Till My Head Falls Off

[fragile_fallen]

((k, I'll read through what you all have done. Again, sorry about my spazztastic schedule))

Re: OOC: Till My Head Falls Off

[a_righteous_man]

May be in like...a week. Depends on how quickly we move on to the next day. But the details of it is here

[iron_and_salt]

Sam left a message on Xander's phone:

"Hey, it's Sam. Nothing of note to offer so far, so we're stopping in at the Satisfied Frog on Main to do some recon. Gimme a call, and we'll meet up soon."

The Satisfied Frog on Main

[a_righteous_man]

Dean strolled in, taking in the sights. There were a bunch of co-eds scattered about the bar, but a decent number of responsible looking adults too. A haunt for everyone. It was dim, neon glinting off walls with advertisements for beer companies.

He sauntered up to the bar, digging around in his pockets for an id as he waved down the bartender. "Excuse me!" Dean called over the music wailing from the jukebox. "We're researchers from a university out west. This is my research assistant Sam Brown and I'm Dr. Dean McCrea. We're looking into local legends around the Great Lakes Region. Though The Soo would be a pretty decently place to look around, what with being at the heart of it."

The bartender blinked at Dean as he was polishing glasses. From his expression, this wasn't anything new. "You one of those New Age Pagans?" He demanded.

Give the man a cookie. Dean frowned. "No. Not really. But if you know some here tonight, we'd love to meet them

Re: The Satisfied Frog on Main

[iron_and_salt]

Sam settled himself on the stool and took the bottle, twisting it open. "Dr. Dean McCrea?" he asked, arching an eyebrow. "You've heard of Cake?"

Re: The Satisfied Frog on Main

[a_righteous_man]

Dean stood there, frowning at Sam before he wandered off to find the jukebox. He turned and took a seat and after a few minutes of sipping his beer and regarding his brother with a look of contempt...Cake's "The Distance" began to belt out from the speakers around the bar.

"He's going the distance, he's going for speed. she's all alone, all alone in her time of need." Dean crooned with song. "because he's racing and pacing and plotting the course, he's fighting and biting and riding on his horse, he's going the distance."

He grinned at Sam, taking a sip of his beer which brought him to silence as the song continued to play.

Re: The Satisfied Frog on Main

[iron_and_salt]

Sam shook his head. "I figured you couldn't even conceptualize music made after 1980." He took another pull of his beer and looked around. "So? We gonna do some questioning, or what?"