A/n: HAPPY HALLOWEEN EVERYONE! So normally I do a Halloween story but I just didn't have the time this year. However, it is my favorite holiday so I decided to post all the same. I've been able write another 3 or 4 chapters for it so I'm excited. Anyways I hope you enjoy!

Thank you to anyone/everyone who has continued to stay with me on this for your patience, time, thought, and dedication. Thank you to anyone/everyone who reads this story.

Chapter 23

"You don't trust me."

the words caught the older Winchester off guard. "What?"

"Look, I get it. Just say it instead of making up some bullshit excuse. You aren't fooling anyone."

"Right, because me wanting to go with you because I'm worried about you has nothing to do with anything." Dean countered. "Why do you always assume the worst of me?"

"Dean," Sam growled.

"Maybe I'm not the one with trust issues," the older brother remarked putting his hands up in surrender. "That's all I'm saying."

Sam shook his head and he quickened his pace so that he walked a little ahead of Dean, keeping his eyes straight ahead of him, not bothering to wait or check to see if his sibling was still with him. Dean on the other hand was busy looking around at his surroundings and the people in them without attracting attention to himself. He would have felt better if they had driven to the store personally. It would have taken less time and it would be less likely someone would have enough time to recognize them. However his little brother had thought it would be better for them to walk, stating it's healthier and he could use it. Although his eyes were bouncing around, he never lost sight of his brother. He may be doing alright as of now, but he wasn't sure when and if another episode would in ensue. Neither brother spoke and Dean supposed it was better that way, less likely for another needless fight to break out.

After what felt like hours, but was likely only several minutes, the store was in sight. Located on the corner next to yet another coffee shop, the book store appeared busy. The brothers crossed the street and entered. Dean would be the first to admit, if Sam didn't beat him to it, he hadn't been in many book stores. In fact the last time he could remember going into one was when he went with Carmen, his girlfriend at the time. Other than that, he couldn't remember. Probably his school years. Maybe. Whereas all Dean saw were mountains of bindings that he couldn't care less about, his little brother looked as though he'd walked through the Gates of Heaven. His eyes lit up and something about his demeanor seemed to shift though slightly. People were standing at different sections labeled with different genres and different subjects. To their right, a staircase leading down could be seen, though Dean questioned its stability. Although it looked like it was taken care of, the place was clearly not newly built and was likely the only store that this spot had been.

"Where the hell should we even start to look?" Dean questioned. A mother who had walked by him holding her daughter's hand scowled at him.

"I know you don't go into book stores, like ever, but you don't need to be so loud," Sam scolded keeping his own voice low. Dean rolled his eyes. "Well we have two options. We either look around ourselves, or we risk asking someone."

It was silent between the two for a moment then Dean spoke in an attempt of a whisper with enough volume for Sam to hear. "So you take left and I'll take right?" The younger brother nodded to show he understood and agreed and turned to head towards to left side of the store.

"Wait."

"What?"

"What category should I be looking for? Religion? Myth and Fantasy?"

Sam's serious glare lingered a bit then shifted into a frown.

"Uh huh, don't go making accusational bitchfaces at me when you don't even know yourself," the older Winchester hissed trying to keep his voice down.

" I'm not..." the younger sibling started but stopped. "Probably Religion? Maybe languages?"

"I guess that makes the most sense."

"Yeah."

"Where should we meet up?"

Sam looked around and spotted a few tables where a couple sat with a book between them.

"We'll meet at those tables," he nodded in their direction.

Dean nodded and both Winchesters quickly and quietly made their way in their respected directions.

Sam had recommended to his brother that he should take a picture of the slab just in case something like this happened. After finding a section labeled Religion, Dean made a B-line for the aisle. He looked from one book spine to the next feeling more and more frustrated with every next binding he glanced at. "How the hell am I suppose to even know what religion this could possibly be? If it even is." He mumbled under his breath. He wandered up and down the aisle for a bit longer. "Fuck this." He reached his arm over a section of books and wrapped them around as many as he could, pulling out an arm full. Spotting the table Sam had referred to as their meeting place, Dean began to move towards it trying to not drop any books or bring too much attention to himself. He nearly made it to his desired destination when something solid smacked into his shoulder. A few of the books, which had already began to slip a little in his grasp, slid from his hands and crashed onto the floor causing multiple eyes to fall on him.

"I am so sorry. Here." Dean looked down at the source of the avalanche and saw a man who had to be at least in his forties quickly scrambling to pick up the books that had tumbled to the ground. The way he moved reminded Dean of a terrified mouse, scattering about and picking up the mess all the while seemingly talking and apologizing to no one in particular. The mousey man stacked the retrieved books back on Dean's pile, looking at him with apologetic light eyes. The man's appearance looked just as frazzled as he seemed, a beard that looked like it was less for show and more because he didn't want to be bothered with shaving it and hair that though not particularly long, didn't exactly look like he had taken much time to groom.

"It's fine," The older Winchester responded. The man just gave Dean a weak grin and then took off presumably wherever he had been heading originally before the collision. The older brother stared after him for a bit, hoping that whoever he was wasn't actually an angel. Once at the table, he rested the books on top and sat down in one of the surprisingly comfortable plastic chairs. Looking first to his left then his right, in front of him, then in back and seeing no one too close or hovering, Dean pulled out his phone and opened up the picture of the tablet. Keeping the image low from sight, he began thumbing through the first book, hoping his brother would join him soon with an answer.

Sam traced his long index finger along the spines of the books as he wandered along the aisle labeled Languages. Having gone to school and having studied a few, such as Latin, he knew at least a few he could rule out. He looked to his left then his right before he pulled out his phone and opened the picture of the tablet. He'd never seen anything like it. It didn't even look like an actual language so much as some code using shapes. He could rule out Latin, Japense, Chinese, Spanish, Koren, and it didn't look European or Middle Eastern. It was likely old. Way before his time and likely even his great great great ancestors. The more he stared at the symbols or words or whatever they were, the more unsure he was about where this could have originated from and where to begin to look. Maybe it was other worldly? Did angels have their own language? If so, maybe it was angelic? An idea popped into Sam's head and quickly made his way back to the front door where he slipped off to the side out of the way and made a phone call. The phone rang a number of times before going to what was considered an answering machine. "Hey it's Sam. Listen if you can, we're at Westerman's Books. We have something that may be important and we could really use your help." The younger Winchester sighed and stepped back inside the store just to nearly be knocked over by two teenage girls who were racing excitedly passed him.

"He should be here any minute! " He heard one of them say in a raised high pitch voice. "Did you remember to bring your copy?"

"Like I could forget."

"So true! Do you think he'll make another one? "

"He better. You don't just kill one of the main characters off and have the other one take off with a demon."

The last word caught Sam's attention. Demon? He tried to walk as though he were causally walking the same direction as the girls, but they were too busy engrossed in their conversation to notice he even existed.

"Omg I know right?! I freaking bawled my eyes out when Dean sacrificed himself to save his little brother."

"Shit, I was already bawling my eyes out when I found out Dean had been the one possessed the whole time."

"I totally didn't see it coming! "

Sam's heart caught in his throat. There was no way he could be hearing them right. Dean? As in his brother Dean? Were they talking about that night in the cemetery? But how could they know? They had been talking as though they had been there. Unable to contain his curiosity, Sam tapped the girl who had been talking excitedly on the shoulder and he gave her a friendly smile.

"Hi. I couldn't help but overhear you talking about demons and possession. If you're alright with me asking, what are you guys talking about? It sounds right up my alley," he quickly tacked on hoping he sounded more like he was interested then suspicious.

The girl who he had gotten the attention of smiled at him and pointed to a stack of books sitting by a sign that read there would be a book signing by the author.

"If you like demons and the supernatural then it's for sure 'up your alley,'" she said. She looked Sam up and down before adding "you're into demons?"

"Yeah," Sam commented with an uncomfortable shrug. "Well I mean no, but they interest me."

"You totally don't look the type," the girl said in a tone that suggested what she said was a compliment.

The younger Winchester laughed. "Yeah well, I guess you shouldn't..." He stopped realizing he almost unintentionally made a pun that was Dean worthy. "Nevermind."

"Do you, want to come to the book signing with us?" The girl asked.

"Thanks but I've got to get back to my brother. We're uh, working on something."

"Wait! You have a brother?! " she asked excitedly. "Is he into demons too?"

" Uh he um...I-I wouldn't say he's into them per say, " the younger Winchester fumbled awkwardly. He didn't want to say much else, afraid that he may already have said too much. Knowing there were angels around but having no way of knowing who is and who isn't, not to mention demons could be lurking around, he quickly wrapped up his chat. "Hey it's been nice talking with you guys but I've gotta go. Enjoy the signing." Before either of them could say anything he quickly walked passed the books they had mentioned, snatching one on his way and disappearing into another aisle out of sight. He eyed the cover than flipped the book so that he could read the story summary. The more he read the more his eyes grew wide and the harder his heart pounded. By the time He reached the end he was shaking and felt as though the air around him was becoming harder to obtain. Trying to act natural, he made his way to his brother.

A/n: I hope you enjoyed the chapter. Have a happy and safe Halloween!