[Since everyone's probably sick of people posting to the network to ask for information, and because Dean has Sam for all of that, here's a little breath of fresh air. And by breath of fresh air I mean Dean scowling at the network for a second before he raises an eyebrow in a silent inquiry. But silences never last very long with Dean around, so it's quickly followed by a verbal question.]

Who else is sick of being caught with their pants 'round our ankles?

[A shrug, as if it's a stupid question to ask.]

I think it's time to enact some sort of emergency planning for the next time disaster strikes.

filter; Citadel employees

Maybe we can throw something together?

Just what in the hell d'you mean, I've been brought here t'bring color! Don't give a damn about yer decoratin', I want you to tell me where you put my daughter!

[ MY GOD is she furious. Absolutely furious. 100% ragingly wanting to kill everyone right now furious. ]

This sure as hell ain't Heaven, though, is it? Asgard. [ She scoffs, shakes her head. Mostly she's annoyed. ] If these people actually knew what I know about Norse mythology and their heathen blood-drinkin' gods...

[ Well then. Back to the point. ]

Jo? Joanna Beth Harvelle. You answer me right this second! I know you're around here somewhere, girl. Ain't a way possible you're not.