It’s good to be home. I had a great time on my road trip, saw… well, saw a whole lot of things, not all of them worth reporting, but the ones that were are now mapped out across one wall at my house, if anybody wants to come see. I’ve got souvenirs of course, and I might share them if you ask nice.
Another thing: My birthday’s coming up here pretty quick, didn’t realize just how fast time had gone by, but there’ll be a shindig somewhere, I’ll keep you all posted.
So, uh, interesting news. Interesting in the flavor of ‘may you live in interesting times’, part of why I left was because I couldn’t get my head around my own issue with all the bickering craziness going on, and it’s nice to see that that’s settled down. But I’ve got my head around it now, and I can tell you all: I'm a demon. Or, I was, before coming here, though the Incubus is pretty sure I still am. Make of that what you will, and I’ll tell you the whole story now that I know it, but here is not the place for that kind of thing. Just keep in mind that it’s still my job to keep my boys safe. No matter what else, that hasn’t changed. (*‘family’ includes Sam, Dean, the other Dean, Anne, Bela, Bobby, Bobby’s squeeze, John, Al, and any demons who might notice)