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ya_assemble2014-11-10 09:59 pm
fromfryingpantofire) wrote in ya_assemble2014-11-10 09:59 pm
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[LN] Books! The Greatest Weapons in the World!
After getting his brother settled (and didn't THAT take a while?), Sam retreated to the library. After telling Dean where it was and how to get there. Leaving his brother to his own devices was possibly not the best idea in the entire world, no, but he did make Dean promise not to shoot first before finding out about things.
The library soothed him in ways that so much about this world couldn't, though it's frustrating and enlightening at turns. He tended to spend a lot of the time there when they weren't on a mission out of hopes that the key to what they were dealing with was in there, somewhere.
He just needed to look a bit more, flip through a few more books. Maybe.
For now, Sam found himself in one of the comfortable chairs, legs stretched out as he worked his way through another volume of mythology. And even though he didn't have to sleep, that didn't mean his eyes weren't drooping a bit. But he was completely out in the open and had gotten so used to other people being around that he didn't even jump when they came in. Just looked up to see who had arrived before going back to his book.
The library soothed him in ways that so much about this world couldn't, though it's frustrating and enlightening at turns. He tended to spend a lot of the time there when they weren't on a mission out of hopes that the key to what they were dealing with was in there, somewhere.
He just needed to look a bit more, flip through a few more books. Maybe.
For now, Sam found himself in one of the comfortable chairs, legs stretched out as he worked his way through another volume of mythology. And even though he didn't have to sleep, that didn't mean his eyes weren't drooping a bit. But he was completely out in the open and had gotten so used to other people being around that he didn't even jump when they came in. Just looked up to see who had arrived before going back to his book.
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He stared for a moment before setting his book aside so that he could lean forward and look over the book. "Uh...right. Okay, yeah. I prefer Sam to 'brainy myth research guy', though it's definitely a fairly nice thing to hear."
It was nicer than some of the shit that Dean said about him, after all.
The rest of it, Sam just does his best to let it wash over him as he tried to pick out the important information. "Okay. I'm...going to come back to the whole 'demon triangle' thing. And possibly the evil government agents." He'd missed that, but only just. "Okay. I'm used to translating things, though it's not one of my myth abilities." Which was too bad, because that could have been useful.
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He went through a few pages and pointed to a spell that did have a translation in the margins. The page was covered in little droplets of what looked like dried blood.
"Even some of the ones that I have deciphered have these vague riddles explaining what the spells do and what the side effects of casting them are. I need to figure the clues out so I don't cast anything that kills me. One of them, a spell that makes it so you can give another myth a power up, apparently makes you bleed out of your eyes, ears, and nose until either someone pulls the book out of your hands or you die, unless you have enough willpower to control the spell better. It almost killed me the time I tried to use it."
Some of those droplets of brown did look a little more recent.