Fortunately, it didn't take long to deliver Peter to the diner and the time of day meant that it wasn't too crowded in there. Not that the town seemed to have enough people to make a serious crowd at any point, but...
In any case, he managed to grab Peter a makeshift icepack. His ankle didn't look too bad, so Sam figured he'd be recovered within a couple of days or so. Probably less, given this place's sped up healing. He still had no theories on how they were pulling that one off, but on the list of things to solve, that one was pretty low.
Twenty minutes and a bit of limping on Peter's part later, Sam found himself at...the bookstore. Again, in fact, since he'd been here just earlier to pick up a box of paperclips, but he doubted the owners minded him dropping in again. With the size of the town, he had a feeling they were used to seeing the same faces several times a day and while the locals hadn't been waiting with open arms and flowers, they'd all been nice enough folks.
Plus, it was good he had the chance to come back here, actually. He hadn't considered it when he'd been still looking for something more useful to buy, but now that evening was closing in and he hadn't come up with much to do with his money, his mind fell back on what it knew best: research. And that meant books. The town wasn't an academic library, but considering he didn't even have access to Google right now, the bookstore was a definite step up.
He glanced at Peter. "Looking for anything in particular?"
Peter's answer was so normal, Sam couldn't help raising an eyebrow at him. He knew Peter had said he was one hundred percent supernatural-free, but that was exactly what Sam said to everyone, as well. That said a lot about how much weight those types of claims carried. Of course, being steeped in weird crap didn't mean giving up living as a civilian. He'd done it for a pretty long time himself, after all, and just 'cause it hadn't worked out for him didn't mean everyone else would be in the same boat.
"Sciences, huh? Are they your thing?" Peter had to have had plenty of due dates, so the fact that bio came first to his mind meant it was either a favorite subject or an especially hated one.
A part of him felt a little out of sorts suddenly talking about classes again when there was so much else going on, but he didn't mind, either. It was nice, in a way. Kind of a reprieve. Temporary, yeah, but still.
He glanced back at the shelves, peering at the worn signs stuck on top. The last time he'd been here, there was an utter dearth of history, local or otherwise. Looked like that hadn't changed.
He pulled a book off the shelf, then put it back and returned the smile. "Not exactly. Though I lost them to a fire a few years ago, so I guess it wouldn't be a bad idea to replace them sometime."
What? Look, there were really only so many volumes on tort law he could go through before he needed a break and Harry Potter had been fantastical enough that the completely inaccurate representation of witchcraft hadn't bothered him. Which had always been the problem he'd had about the multitude of vampire novels out there. Granted, Dean had always taken issue much more than Sam ever had. Apparently, it didn't seem to matter that it was fiction.
"But," he went on, "I'm hoping to find something that might help answer a few questions about this place first. So, uh, Hawking this time, I suppose."
Fortunately, it didn't take long to deliver Peter to the diner and the time of day meant that it wasn't too crowded in there. Not that the town seemed to have enough people to make a serious crowd at any point, but...
In any case, he managed to grab Peter a makeshift icepack. His ankle didn't look too bad, so Sam figured he'd be recovered within a couple of days or so. Probably less, given this place's sped up healing. He still had no theories on how they were pulling that one off, but on the list of things to solve, that one was pretty low.
Twenty minutes and a bit of limping on Peter's part later, Sam found himself at...the bookstore. Again, in fact, since he'd been here just earlier to pick up a box of paperclips, but he doubted the owners minded him dropping in again. With the size of the town, he had a feeling they were used to seeing the same faces several times a day and while the locals hadn't been waiting with open arms and flowers, they'd all been nice enough folks.
Plus, it was good he had the chance to come back here, actually. He hadn't considered it when he'd been still looking for something more useful to buy, but now that evening was closing in and he hadn't come up with much to do with his money, his mind fell back on what it knew best: research. And that meant books. The town wasn't an academic library, but considering he didn't even have access to Google right now, the bookstore was a definite step up.
He glanced at Peter. "Looking for anything in particular?"
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"Sciences, huh? Are they your thing?" Peter had to have had plenty of due dates, so the fact that bio came first to his mind meant it was either a favorite subject or an especially hated one.
A part of him felt a little out of sorts suddenly talking about classes again when there was so much else going on, but he didn't mind, either. It was nice, in a way. Kind of a reprieve. Temporary, yeah, but still.
He glanced back at the shelves, peering at the worn signs stuck on top. The last time he'd been here, there was an utter dearth of history, local or otherwise. Looked like that hadn't changed.
He pulled a book off the shelf, then put it back and returned the smile. "Not exactly. Though I lost them to a fire a few years ago, so I guess it wouldn't be a bad idea to replace them sometime."
What? Look, there were really only so many volumes on tort law he could go through before he needed a break and Harry Potter had been fantastical enough that the completely inaccurate representation of witchcraft hadn't bothered him. Which had always been the problem he'd had about the multitude of vampire novels out there. Granted, Dean had always taken issue much more than Sam ever had. Apparently, it didn't seem to matter that it was fiction.
"But," he went on, "I'm hoping to find something that might help answer a few questions about this place first. So, uh, Hawking this time, I suppose."
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