Sam managed to stumble over to his brother and attempt to heave him to his feet. He hadn't taken any severe falls and felt like he was at least marginally capable of hanging on to his dinner. For the moment, anyway. He half dragged, half carried Dean to the nearest couch and deposited him there. "'m gonna owl Death. She'll find Cas. You can talk to him in the morning."
It took a phenomenal amount of concentration to find some paper and a functioning quill, but Sam managed to scratch out a brief note. The prospect of going all the way to the owlry was a little too daunting in his state, so he simply called a house elf and asked them to deliver the note to her.
His message on the way, Sam staggered back to the other empty couch and promptly passed out on it.
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Date: 2011-03-15 01:09 am (UTC)It took a phenomenal amount of concentration to find some paper and a functioning quill, but Sam managed to scratch out a brief note. The prospect of going all the way to the owlry was a little too daunting in his state, so he simply called a house elf and asked them to deliver the note to her.
His message on the way, Sam staggered back to the other empty couch and promptly passed out on it.