Harry wasn't about to spill out the whole story about him and Susan. It was too depressing. There were parts of Dean's memories he wanted to forget, but he never would. "Maybe one day we'll get drunk and trade stories," he said, pushing away the memories again. He seemed to be doing that a lot lately. "Let's get to work. Give me one of those bags of salt. I need a circle, and chalk won't be any good on the carpet."
Fine white sand was his usual backup for this kind of situation, but Harry didn't have any in his duster. Well, not enough for the circle he'd need.
Dean filed this under 'fuck up' and gave the man some salt.
It was actually the best way to get him to move on from something that went poorly--give him an order. It's what John did. It's borderline what Dean expected.
He had a pang of regret that he hadn't asked Sam to come with him. And that this wasn't Sam's room. That was going to have to change.
Once Jo was back, they'd have to consider finding a place they all fit, without it being awkward. Rent out a house or something.
"Anything else you need?"
Harry shook his head. He poured the salt out in a circle, then pricked his finger with his penknife, calling up his will and dabbing the blood into the salt to empower the circle. He felt it immediately when it went up, a wall of power that contained his own within the small area. Harry curled the end of rope around his fingers and let the crystal with Jo's hair hang freely. He gathered his will again, visualizing the spell and the results he wanted it to take, constructing it with his thoughts.
"Interessari, interressarium," he murmured, and then broke the circle with his foot, releasing the energy he'd gathered.
The crystal swayed like a pendulum, then began to lean in one steady direction, vaguely northeast. Harry nodded, and looked to Dean. "It's working. We just have to follow it."
It was working? It was that easy? Well, shit.
"Okay," Dean said. He had his usual knives on him, a flask of Holy water and that was about it. He picked up a pillow and removed a gun, then opened the drawer where the motel kept the Bible and took out a clip for it.