These broken wings...

Bobby grunted in response to Anna’s explanation. He wasn’t surprised that Lucifer left something up that didn’t tell them exactly what they needed to know to stop him from completing his goal, whatever that was. “Sounds like ya know as much as we do, which ain’t much,” he told her.

Anna thought for a moment before speaking. She didn't have contacts anymore. If she tried to approach any of her old garrison for help it would likely end up in her arrest. There was only one other idea that occurred to her, and it wasn't a pleasant one. "There is one thing I could try, but it's very painful for the subject and there's no guarantee that it would yield any useful information."

Catching Up // Anna & Bobby

Bobby had got back to his books the moment the Doctor had left the medical bay. He hoped Sam would get his ass back soon, provided he could find the med bay again. They had some work to do and it wasn’t going to do itself.

Anna nodded understandingly as she moved to stand beside him. "The Doctor and his daughter showed me an Enochian inscription they had found. I translated it, but I'm afraid it wasn't very helpful. The power of Enochian incantations is in the invocation, not necessarily in the words themselves, so they're not usually very specific."

Lost in the forest, I broke off a dark twig and lifted its whisper to my thirsty lips: maybe it was the voice of the rain crying, a cracked bell, or a torn heart. Something from far off it seemed deep and secret to me, hidden by the earth, a shout muffled by huge autumns, by the moist half-open darkness of the leaves. Wakening from the dreaming forest there, the hazel-sprig sang under my tongue, its drifting fragrance climbed up through my conscious mind as if suddenly the roots I had left behind cried out to me, the land I had lost with my childhood—- and I stopped, wounded by the wandering scent.