Beyond Here Lies Nothin' - 08th March 2011

Castiel woke the camp today, he charged out of his cabin, screaming about feathers. If the kid wasn't scared enough, Dean bursts out of his hut waving that gun o' his about! Well so I've been told, of course I miss all the action, stuck in bed, 'cause I can't get meself out quick enough. The rest of the damn camp has taken to whispering 'Poor Bobby' behind me back! I don't need no pity! Pity those who got turned before they knew what happened, hell pity Sam an' Dean; those boys can't function alone. Anyway, once Dean managed to calm Cas down, through a mixture of whiskey and threats, he finally explained what was wrong. Turns out his feathers were falling out, a sure sign he's lost the rest of his mojo. After that he started fitting and I had to knock him out before he hurt himself, the kid looks awful, an' smells worse, like arson in a brewery. I've looked through ev'ry thing I have 'bout angels, an' nothin' mentions anything about them running outta charge, I think this is it, upstairs has us on lockdown.

Bobby Singer