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...I am not sure whether this is the real world or not. And I have no one to ask, except for my fellow angel, and even she isn't here at the moment. Perhaps something is altering reality in order to fit its whims. In which case, it must be very powerful. I heard that Dean and Sam faced a particularly powerful Trickster at one point, and suggested that perhaps what is going on is its fault. They seemed very certain that it was dead-but if there is a similarity among Trickster stories, it is that the character does not tend to stay "dead" for very long. Also I'm not sure they noticed how strange everything was.
Dean needs space gear. Apparently, it isn't angel golf if it's not on the moon. I'm somewhat confused by this-I thought the demons owned the moon. But perhaps we sneak in, or things have changed. As far as I can tell, I've been out of circulation for a while.
Also, Dean and Cas are going to elope to a dwarf's house in the mountains, where they will build a trench and throw coats in in order to make them trenchcoats. (I have no idea what they were talking about. I'm not sure they did either.)
Sam, meanwhile, decided that he needed to dance with music. Either this is normal, or something is definitely awry. Perhaps it has to do with the pie. ...And I didn't mean for that to rhyme.
Dean put a circle of salt around his pie this morning, saying that the ghosts were after his pie. It's rather larger than the normal pastry, so I can understand why it might be important. Perhaps it is an interdimensional key or something. (Either that, or it is a pie that is especially tasty and imbues strength.)
Something broke the circle of salt and stole his pie. I don't want to be the one to tell him. I don't particularly want to face the wrath of the Righteous Man.
Dean needs space gear. Apparently, it isn't angel golf if it's not on the moon. I'm somewhat confused by this-I thought the demons owned the moon. But perhaps we sneak in, or things have changed. As far as I can tell, I've been out of circulation for a while.
Also, Dean and Cas are going to elope to a dwarf's house in the mountains, where they will build a trench and throw coats in in order to make them trenchcoats. (I have no idea what they were talking about. I'm not sure they did either.)
Sam, meanwhile, decided that he needed to dance with music. Either this is normal, or something is definitely awry. Perhaps it has to do with the pie. ...And I didn't mean for that to rhyme.
Dean put a circle of salt around his pie this morning, saying that the ghosts were after his pie. It's rather larger than the normal pastry, so I can understand why it might be important. Perhaps it is an interdimensional key or something. (Either that, or it is a pie that is especially tasty and imbues strength.)
Something broke the circle of salt and stole his pie. I don't want to be the one to tell him. I don't particularly want to face the wrath of the Righteous Man.
