War Is Coming Communications.

Okay, what the hell?

Sam, Ruby, Dean. I just want to say that I hope you guys had loads of fun while you were out of town. I know I sure as hell did. There's nothing like a good torture session to, you know. Get your blood flowing.

Right, location found. We're moving in within a few hours, we don't have time to wait for later.

Anyone who can fight/knows the latin/can draw the traps, at least one of the three, and wants to help, meet downstairs in two hours infront of the security rooms/offices. Andrew, Paige, meet me in the first office downstairs in ten minutes. Needy, if you're up for it, you too.

Super fast people/people who can fly or reach high places, I've got a job for you. You're going ahead of the rest of us. Just a few minutes, and you're going with a whole lot of salt. I want every door and every window of the building they're in lined. Any demon thats inside, Alastair and any of his minions aren't getting out. Mass exorcism. Or at least keep them all trapped in there while we get ours out, pick them off as we can.

Well, as amazingly exciting as somehow randomly ending up in Lawrence, Kansas is, two minutes ago I was in Toronto, Ontario, and on my way to my adviser to pass in the outline of my thesis.

So, someone better have a damn good explanation as to why I'm not passing in my thesis outline.

Hey, Angelwings. For those of you who care anyway.

We're going to deliver Alastair to you. You can walk right in and do whatever it is you want to do with him. Kill him, send him to hell, whatever. If I deliver, are you going to show?