Date: 2014-02-17 11:39 pm (UTC)
halfwinchester: (♟ beneath a broken window)
[Hold on a second, what? He knows better than to ask anything of a self-proclaimed monster, but--

Adam's thoughts are starting to spin too fast for his fingers to keep up. He dials up Crowley's phone instead, his voice is ever so slightly higher than normal, tension rising.]


What about salt?

[Have we mentioned the Winchesters' haven't precisely been filling in the important blanks?]
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