The diner wasn't hard. As a bonus, he'd even found a bookstore with a back session devoted to the occult. Most of the stock was useless, but Sam asked questions, read a few jackets.

While he waited for their food to go at the diner, he read up on his newly purchased spellbook.


It's with some juggling that he gets through the front door, holding heavy book and two bags full of food.

Just in time to pause in the hallway at the voice sharp and terse and trying not to be upset.

"Fine. Call me back when you've figured it out."




There's a brief moment where he considers going back out the way he'd come.

But the door closes and he's still inside the room.