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Chapter 3... The Yellow Brick Road

At the library…

A History of Magic by Sylvester Donahue.

Myths - An Introduction by Alice Periwinkle.

Fantastic Legends and Their Origins by Dot Longbottom.

Dream Catchers In Salem Valley by Alexis Green.

The Wicca Age by Horace Frank.

Witch Child by Marie Ann Boleyn.

The list went on and on and on. Sam scratched his head idly, as he stared at the books lined on the second row, which was unfortunately the highest he could see without fetching himself a ladder. He glanced sideways at the obese male standing on the ladder, ecstatically observing the top most row of the shelf beside him (Sam). He kept on mumbling something as he thumbed through the titles, followed by an occasional burst of joy. Over the past few minutes, a few Twix bars had fallen to the floor each time the boy jumped, followed by a crisp plastic thud, which Sam had nonchalantly slipped into his pocket. Now he wondered if he'd been too smooth, the boy sure hadn't noticed. Or had he?

His random train of thought had been almost rudely interrupted by a voice, another male, who said something from behind him.

Sam half-turned around, asking, "Huh?"

The boy, at most twenty years of age, had wavy black hair that looked wet, as though he'd just rushed here from a bath. He had a slightly long nose, and thin lips, with equally thin hazel eyes. He was staring at the book in her hand, Devils In America, and then asked, "Need help?"

Sam accidentally almost raised his eyebrows at the boy, but then quickly looked down and stuttered, "Uh-uhh… No, that's quite alright."

The boy was a little disappointed, but didn't really want to make it obvious, so he just said, "Okay then. I'll be right here if you need help."

Sam tried a fake smile, and then turned back to the book shelf.

Kamasutra - Witches Wanna Have Fun Too! by J.K. Scowling

Fuck this, Sam thought, rolling his eyes.

He looked back, to see the boy still standing in the isle, only now he too was looking through some books. "Excuse me?" Sam asked, and for the first time heard his girlish voice, a tiny little difference glassily echoing in the silent library.

"Yeah?" He replied, not turning.

"I guess I could use some help. I mean… if you're free and all."

He smiled and then looked to her, saying, "Sure. What are you looking for exactly? Anything specific?"

"Umm… Well. I was looking for any book about this demon…"

"Demon?" He interrupted. "Planning an exorcism, eh?" He added jokingly.

Sam laughed nervously, and then continued. "Well, a demon with a sign. I think its Celtic. Definitely. Okay, Celtic or Wiccan. One of those two. I can't quite remember."

"Ah," he nodded, and a wave of slight relief flew through Sam. The boy looked at the shelf behind Sam's back, then walked over to the one two shelves to the right. He stared at it for a moment, and then gaped a little as though a wondrous idea had struck him. He then opened it and pulled out a dusty book from inside, a paperback, and blew on it. Particles of dirt flew away, and then he handed it over to Sam.

"Wicca – Signs of Angels & Demons by Robert Smith," Sam read aloud, and then smiled as he took a look through the pages, filled with symbols and explanations. "Thanks," he then said, truly glad, "This will really help."

After an awkward and eerie moment of silence, the boy said, "Well, my name's Matthew. You can call me Matt."

"I'm Sam. Well, Samantha. No, Sam, actually." He looked down to the floor, his fingers feeling the inscribed letters on the front page of the book.

"That's a nice name. Both of them. Hey, I was wondering, whether, you know, would you wanna get a cup of coffee or something?"

Oh crap.

"Umm, sorry Matt. I really can't right now. I've gotta rush. But thanks so much for this," he raised up the book, and turned to leave.

"Well, okay, but here, take my number. I could help you find some other books if you ever need them? Okay then?" He handed her a slip, and then smiled, "See ya around."

Sam sighed, and then briskly walked out, her voice again echoing a 'bye' in the almost empty isles.

Somewhere…

"Yes, he's coming. This is the perfect time. Did you catch the little one? Excellent. The library? Pity." He laughed dryly. "Listen now. I gave him the address. Hopefully we'll kill two birds with one stone, right? We'll talk again, soon."

The phone clicked, as he threw it towards the bed. He rotated his head, and it made a few dull cracking noises as his bones flexed. The new body still needed getting used to. The room was dark, leaving out a few lamps here and there. The curtains were drawn together, and no sunlight came inside. He walked slowly towards the working table, and stared at the numerous pictures of the warehouse haphazardly thrown over it. The warehouse was empty.

He looked to the blank ceiling above, grinned, running his right hand through his hair.

At the motel…

"53 Morton Street, that's the address?"

"Yeah."

"Did you check it out?"

"Yep."

"What is it then?"

Dean smiled. "A comic con."

Sam put his hand over his face, "Perfect, just perfect."

"And turns out, only participants can enter without pre-booked passes. Which would mean…"

Sam finished his sentence, "That we have to dress up. Right?"

Dean was beaming now. "Means you have to dress up. It's a real dream come true, ain't it, Wonder Woman?"

Sam walked listlessly to the wall, and started banging his head against it, mumbling, "Why God? Why! Why are you doing this to me!?"

Well, thats all for now. I hope you liked the chapter. Please let me know what you think. Thanks a lot for reading. Oh, and just incase anyone was wondering if it was on purpose - yeah, I added a few pop-culture and other movie/book/history references in this chapter.