Black president. Teleporter can't change that. Haven't even left New York, have I? I'm trapped in my own head. One of you psychic pricks locked me in here with a bunch of stuff built from my memories of my parents and dad's journals and I guess the time I snuck into Deep Impact. Fine, whatever, you win. Just let me out already. I'll leave. Didn't even want to come to your crappy school anyway.
Can you two maybe go a week without doing the whole self-destruct thing? Please? I can't
I don't know how the fuck to fix this, and
You guys are seriously starting to piss me off.
I'm driving out to Bobby's to get the dream root. I was gonna wait for him to bring it down with him, but I'm not waiting. Figured we'd be able to manage things until then. Not getting that vibe anymore.
Also not so sure throwing Cas into the mix is going to work, which means you'll probably be the only thing between Sam and Luci, if he gets past me, which doesn't really make me super comfortable. So that's fun. Still the best plan we got so far, unless you can think of something else or a way to make this work better.
If you can keep the two of them from jumping off a bridge for a weekend, I'd be eternally grateful.
[Jules & Ben]
Sorry, I wasn't gonna leave again this soon. Gotta head to Bobby's, and get something. I'll be back quicklike.
Strike the waiting thing. I'm coming up there. I'll see you tomorrow.