current mood: tired
No dice on Cas and the warehouse, but the search was not altogether useless. Dean found a scrap of fabric caught on a nail and covered in what looks like blood. I think it's the same color as Castiel's trench coat, so Dean's washing it now to check.
He also got back word from Regina that Norman Grist does not exist, which makes me extremely uncomfortable. I don't know what it means, which is frustrating. If he shows up again, we'll know it's trouble. I bet he knew exactly who we were and fed us every line.
Still, he wasn't mistaken. Cas was at that warehouse some time in the past few weeks. He's got to still be here, somewhere. Tomorrow morning Dean is going to try the locating spell. Hopefully that will give us a better idea of where to look. I should get a city map and see if we can't direct the spell onto the map to get an exact location.
I think I've got to dilute the blood again. It's almost impossible to get the right mixture of whiskey and demon crack so I don't lose my mind, but at the same time don't operate all the time 5% drunk. We got back from the warehouse and I was starting to feel it, but Lorne came through, sure enough. Shit.
I'm going to take a shower, give Dawn a call, and then call it a night.
ETA Dean I swear to god if you say something uncouth about me getting laid I will murder you in your bed, and we will all be crushed by the apocalypse.