Are we gonna get to the punch line soon? I know what they say about 'sleep when you're dead', but I thought it was a metaphor. This ain't right. Nothing's ever this... calm

[Sam]
I owe you a beer, bro.

[John]
You haul ass outta dodge again? I don't blame you. There's gotta be something else to do here. Want to gr

[Adam]
'Think I remember saying something about owing you a conversation.

[Cas]
Finally catching up on the damn soap opera shit. Who's 'Jade'? And are there pills for angel bullshit, or are we stuck with them?

[ooc: posted hours after Gabe's post, around 12 or 1am]


[Filtered to Sam, Dean, Mom Ellen, John, Adam, Gabriel, and Cas]

She's in a trap at [address]. Have at it.  I did.

Glad to see you folks don't disappoint in your afterlife. Really- it's downright homey.

[Aphrodite]
I'm attempting to take your advice and not anger anyone.

If this place has rules about what one of us can do to another, in terms of violence, I'd be grateful if you listed them. So I can at least know how much shit we're about to get into.

[Dad, Sam, Jo, Ellen, Gabriel]
Since the management seems content to ignore what's going on, we're doing this the old-fashioned way, street by street. 'Anybody know their way around yet?

So how to you get out of here?

Oblivion perhaps? I'll take that.

Sorry guys. You're all lovely but this place is just not doing it for me.

Maybe with some curtains, a few throw-rugs...