"Rise and shine, we've got work to do."
Sam awoke to Booker tossing a leather-bound tome into his lap and a piece of paper.
Grunting he sat up in his seat and rubbed his eyes, careful not to knock the items onto the floor. "What time is it?" he asked Booker.
"Half past 6 in the AM. I have already been up discussing further operations with Tilda." Booker looked worn, as if he hadn't slept at all. His eyes looked empty and the bags didn't help his features any either. "Her intel puts our ancient staff in the hands of a pretty well known miracle worker, Mordecai Fronac."
"A miracle worker?" Sam questioned, trying to quell his curiosity of Booker's state. "Why would a known so-called miracle worker be killing people?"
"I know, it doesn't add up. We need to head into town to and see what we can dig up to make sense of it all."
"You sure you're up for it? You look pretty awful."
Booker's lips quirked up in a rare half smile. "The dawn adds shadows and years to my face. I'm fine. Everything's fine."
Sam nodded, trying to stretch the numbness out of his long legs, still not totally convinced by his words but decided dropping it would probably be better. "If you say so. I'm ready to go."
Booker grunted, climbed into the jeep, and inserted the key into ignition.
"So what's this book and piece of paper all about?"
Booker glanced over to Sam, then behind him as he backed up the Jeep.
"The piece of paper is an address for a guy who may know the whereabouts of the miracle worker.. The book is a cipher of a passage in the Bible."
Sam's eyebrows went up. "This whole book is focused on one single part in the Bible?"
Without keeping his eyes off the worn-out path he replied, "Think of it as a dictionary to a very confusing chapter. It takes every cryptic thing mentioned about the Staff of Moses and breaks it down into concise points that can actually be, mostly, understood."
Sam opened the book, noticing it's worn and poor condition. Its binding was cracked and some of the pages were starting to fall out. Dust coated every page and Sam had to blow it off to be able to read anything. On closer inspection he noticed the writing to be in a dialect he didn't recognize.
"Can you read it?" Booker asked, not looking at Sam.
"I'm not sure….it bears similarity to some angelic text I've seen….but I can't quite make it out. I'll send a text to Dean and see if he can find anything at the bunker."
/Dean, I've got a lead on the Staff of Moses.
I attached an image of one of the pages of an ancient book.
Can you try and track down any similar text for me?
There should be something in the archives.
Thanks. Text me./
Sam hesitated, wanting to write more, but decided against it and sent the message.
He then glanced at the paper with the address written on it.
It read "/Toledo Ohio/"