Well... I've been dabblin' in some things. I'll keep it shortโ We seal the bunker off. Trap him 'til we get him subdued. I go out 'n get some saint blood.
Sound good?
(sam sunk into a chair, bone tired but to stressed to do much about it.) mirror dimensions? honestly, my mind hasn't even started to think about magical possibilities. rowena was my next call.
Sam... how can y'protect anyone under these conditions? Sit. Park it. Rest fer like five minutesโ I can try my hand at something.
Now... how do y' feel about mirror dimensions?
does blinking count as micronapping? dean doesn't want to be managed, but i think i might've baited him into heading to the bunker. with no plan of action on my part.
Demon problem? (Mouth gapes) Oh... oh boy. Have y'had any rest? Y'look tired. (Small smile) Demons're are manageable. Even the knights. Y'know where he is?