War Is Coming Communications.

[Filtered against oooh scary evil!]

I can already tell I'm going to hate this place.

Parker is missing, someone took my son. If any of you hear anything tell me immediately. [phone number here to cell]

[magical types filter]
I need a favor, can one of you teleport me back to Lawrence?

Even after living in an apartment for over a year, I'm still comfortable sleeping in dumpy old motel rooms. Go figure.

Lucifer creeping around the boards makes me uncomfortable. Do any of you tech savvy types have any idea how to block the Devil from accessing the site here?

(Booth)
Head's up. The wife wants to talk to you about your soul. You better listen to what she has to say.

(Dean)
When I'm done dealing with this, we should go on a road trip. See if we can dig up anything else about Lucifer.

Its suspiciously calm

I don't trust it.

That said I've been using the time wisely. There's an exhibition at the art gallery that's going to be all kinds of amazing

It's been brought to my attention that you guys are not actually a cult of crazy people who go around kidnapping people for fun and somehow there is an apocalypse going on and people are trying to stop it. Which, you know, kudos for taking that on.

So I guess this is the part where I swallow my pride and embrace the insanity apologize for the threats and the accusations. In my defense, the whole situation does sound like some movie that sci fi channel would make. The ones with the really bad special effects.

I've had a really long night and I keep getting pointed back here, so let's make this as quick and painless as we can, all right? I don't care what stupid little game you've got going on. I'm a member of a federal task force. That makes kidnapping me and leaving me in Kansas a really stupid idea. So this can go either one of two ways:

1.) You undo whatever the hell you did to my phone and give me back my wallet so I can find my way back to Hawaii. I leave, end of story.

2.) It's a painful option. Better to go with the first one.