It was not often that Sam found his brother in a position to comfortably read something that did not include the latest porn magazine, or even the odd bit of research. Eyeing him curiously as he walked past the hideous design of their motel room, he propped his laptop on his knees, and tried to find the latest bit of local lore that he could find.
By his best estimation, it was a devilish spirit that had a fondness for kidnapping children in the night. "Dean?" No answer. "Dean!" Turning over his shoulder, he still saw his brother engrossed in the bright cover of a book title he could not pinpoint. "What are you doing?"
"Reading, Sammy, figured I'd take a page outta your book. You know, I had no idea that greasy professors could be so...creepy."