INBOX #305682

[foolintherain]

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"I can't answer my phone right now, but you know what to do."

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[foolintherain]

Thank you. I'm sure you'll be seeing more of it if you're set on meeting with her

[ Like... they don't have to go see Mariana. What's Sam's soul really worth, anyway? Certainly not Dean's life. ]

[venatoris]

I think it's worth a shot.

I'll...go now. Nothing else to do.

[ What's a little visit with his patron? She's a cheery sort. And, like he said - he's got nothing better to do. All he has here in Trench is time, so he'll pull on a heavy trenchcoat he bought while here, grab some leather gloves and a black knit beanie (because while the vibe here is Victorian, he is not putting on a tophat just yet).

Time to head to the ocean. ]

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[foolintherain]

Alright.

[ Luckily Dean is home, which means he's easily found, and by the time he's finished dressing, Castiel is there in the doorway. Dressed... the same. He hasn't had the heart to bother changing his wardrobe, since the goo-en-ing. Let's not talk about it. ]

Are we flying or driving to the ocean?

[ Cas has a feeling he already knows the answer, but we all know which he'd prefer. ]

[venatoris]

[ Oh, Cas. Don't ever change. ]

Well, I was thinking we could use the lamp locations, but it's probably faster if you fly us.

[ The look on his face should tell Cas just how wild he is about that idea. ]