"The nature of such a thing would be seared into my brain," he pointed out. "I would imagine that this is a matter of the fabric of reality being shifted and phased out. There is a spell, however it would have to be worked on a massive scale and there are not as many lesser saints as you would imagine."
The more time he wasted here, the more likely it was that several of his lieutenants were dead. Or that Crowley would find the key to Purgatory without him. He didn't want to believe what Sam had told him. It couldn't be - he would make everything better again, he was certain.
His forehead creased in thought. "Can I assume you mean a woman named Buffy?"