'Here. These should keep you amused," Dean said, tossing a pile of moldy-looking books onto the table.
"Where did you get them?' Sam asked, his eyes lighting up at the sight.
'I happened to spot a decrepit bookstore tucked away in a back alley. Seems the owner was closing shop and giving away his stock for free. I know how you get a hard-on for stuff like this, so…"
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Picking one up, Sam flicked through the pages. "Wait. These are really old, Dean. And I mean ancient. Some are even first editions, and they all deal with spells and magic. Why was the owner giving them away? He could've made a fortune at auction."
Dean shrugged. "He seemed more than pleased to give them to me. He practically insisted, now that I think on it."
"Huh." Sam opened another book and a folded piece of paper fell out from between the pages. "These are for Sam Winchester," the note read. "I know you'll take care of them."
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Dean yanked the note from his brother's hand. "What the actual heck, Sam? How could he have known who you, and I, were?"
"I doubt we'll ever know, Dean," Sam answered with a smile.
"Dude. Why aren't you worried that a complete stranger sent you some occult books complete with a note?"
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"You know how the saying goes Dean. 'There are more things in Heaven and Earth than you can dream of."
"My ass!" Dean grunted. "Tomorrow I'm going back to case out the joint."
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'Sam, the locals told me there was never any bookstore there."