The contents of the book truly were strange. Even Dean found himself reading the copy of the book, which most likely would classify as a journal. Much of what was described in the journal seemed to be someone speaking of past experiences, actually, most of it seemed that way. Every little part of history up until the book was made, the author seemed to have been there, and was writing about it as though he simply hadn't been able to make a proper journal earlier. Every now and then there were paragraphs about how the author was missing his home and how he would detest seeing what God had twisted his realm into; some of those more personal comments even got a chuckle out of the green-eyed hunter.

"Hey, Sammy, listen to this." Dean cleared his throat with a grin, leaning back in his seat. "For all that you have done, I shall take your Adam, and prepare him a meal. This meal will contain all limbs that he can spare, and he shall remain alive until he has finished every last bite. As he swallows the last piece, so shall I swallow him, and his spirit shall never know peace." Dean had spoken with his most formal voice, now grinning excitedly at the other. Sam looked at his brother with a bit of a horrified expression. "Dude, that's just, wrong." Dean let out a chuckle, turning the page.

"No kidding. This guy had a major grudge against God, Crowley wasn't kidding about that." Sam smirked slightly as he sat down by the table with his laptop. "I kinda get why though, I mean, according to that book, God did destroy his home." Dean nodded in agreement, turning the page with a smile. If anything, it was an interesting read. There was a thought nagging in the back of his mind however, and it only took a few more minutes for him to give in to it, propping himself up against the table as he leaned over it.

"Hey, Sam.." Sam looked up from the laptop with raised eyebrows, looking over at Dean. "Yeah?"

"If this Lord person has been on earth ever since Lucifer was caged.. How come he's never done anything?" He was frowning slightly, looking for answers in his brother, who thoughtfully looked at the laptop screen. "Who says he hasn't done anything?" He glanced off at Dean, who leaned back into his seat again, scratching idly at his temple with a finger.

"I don't know, man. Sure, this thing" He held up the journal copy. "Ain't exactly up to date, but don't you think that if he'd done something major, God would've done something about it?" Sam sighed softly with a scowl, resting his chin in his palm.

"Perhaps God has done something about it. As you said, it's not exactly up to date; perhaps that Lord person is dead already." Dean tasted the suggestion pensively, moving his lips from side to side in thought. "Yeah, I guess." His voice dragged as he turned yet another page. He envied his brother's natural belief in things being alright. Sam always took things as they came, if it wasn't proven to be a threat, then it most likely wasn't. It probably gave him some peace of mind, thinking like that. Dean, on the other hand, felt as though he could never stop worrying about the possibilities. He was a hunter through and through, and for people like them, trouble never stopped coming. This wasn't any different. Sure, it was a series of seemingly random events that had landed them with this book, but there was always something more to it.

Its discovery in itself was enough to believe that something was stirring. A book in Elymian, a language only known to have existed in Sicily when on earth, how had it ended up in a buried chapel in America? Had the chapel itself really been buried by a sinkhole, and what was the purpose of hiding the book there? Perhaps whoever wrote it had been meaning for someone to find it. Someone who had connections to demons, or connections to other people who had connections with..

Dean shook his head and put the makeshift book down, rubbing at his eyes. Looking up, Sam had already left. Hadn't he just arrived? Frowning, he checked his watch. It seemed that while lost in his thoughts reading, a lot of time had passed. Hauling himself out of the chair, there was a sharp pain in his abdomen, and the man awkwardly waddled towards the bathroom. He really, really needed to pee.

When he came back, Amy was laying on her back on top of the table, reading the journal that he had left there. It looked as thought she had already gotten through a chunk of it, but he supposed that with having little else to do but read, she was quite skilled at it.

"Really, Amy, on the table?" Dean sank right back down into the chair that he had previously occupied, glancing at Amy with a slight smile. Tipping her head his way, she blinked a couple of times before frowning slightly in confusion.

"Only last night you spent two and a half hours on the table, dancing to really loud music after consuming several glasses of whiskey." Dean raised his eyebrows before letting out a chuckle, holding up his hands in a surrendering motion. "Alright, you got me."

"I got you where?" Dean cleared his throat. "Nevermind."

There were a few minutes of silence as Amy returned her attention to the book, which she was holding up above her. Drumming lightly on the table, Dean glanced around with a bored look in his eyes before eventually speaking up, looking over at the girl on the table.

"So, what do you think?" She tilted her head to look at him. "About the book?" Dean nodded to confirm that he was indeed talking about the book. She looked up at it again, smiling slightly.

"I like it. I mean, besides the parts where he hates God and swears to destroy all that he holds dear, he seems like an okay person. Troubled, but okay."

"If he even is a person, I mean, the guy ruled whatever Hell was before it became Hell." Pushing herself up to sit, she swung her legs over the edge of the table to put her feet against an empty chair, the book in her lap, eyes resting on Dean.

"I highly doubt that he would spend so much time on earth without being able to disguise himself." She had a good point, even if he wasn't a person; he could most likely be looking like one.

"If he's still live and kicking, that is." That particular saying she had encountered before, and she knew what it meant. It didn't mean that the person that they were speaking about actually had a habit of kicking. Roy had taught her that. "I guess there's no way to find out if he is." Amy smiled down at Dean from where she sat, drumming her palms against the book.

"But reading that, you really think he sounds like an okay person? I mean, the history part in itself kinda proves he was cruel." Amy thought about his words, humming softly before shrugging with a smile.

"I think he did the best he could with what he was given. He had a sun made out of pain and suffering, don't you think that would affect you too? I mean, if I was put in a room and ordered to draw, and the room was full of pain and suffering, I don't think I'd be drawing anything happy." Looking down at Dean, she simply smiled cheerfully. The hunter gazed up at the carefree girl with a surprised expression before chuckling, his lips curving into a slight smile as he leaned back in his seat, resting his cheek against his knuckles. Of all of the people they had encountered in their lives, she had to be at the top of the list when it came to being strange, right up there with Garth and possibly Becky, although Becky was a borderline case. She wasn't lovably strange like Amy and Garth, but instead she was completely insane. She had her good moments, but most of the time, she just creeped them out.

"Yeah, you're probably right, Amy." Dean patted her knee lightly with a smile as he got out of the chair, getting up on his feet. "I don't think I'd be drawing any happy things either."

Sam was resting in his room, doing some general research. They didn't have a case to focus on, so he might as well try to figure out how to track Gadreel or Metatron down. There was a wealth of rituals and summonings, but none seemed like they would be any good.

However, it was all just a way to stall his mind. He knew how broken Dean had been when he had told him that he would not save his brother's life if he had been in the same situation. Dean hadn't understood what he had meant, but at the time, Sam truly hadn't felt like trying to explain, stumbling over his own words only to have his brother misunderstand even further. It wasn't as though he would let Dean die if he got stabbed or something like that, no, he would try his damndest to save his brother, like they always did for each other. But this time, it had been different. He had accepted death, in fact, he was almost glad to get out of this life of theirs. Dean had cheated him of something he deserved; peace. However, Dean was not the most understanding of people, and would have taken anything he said as a mere excuse, a feeble attempt at saving himself. Instead, he had moved on, ignoring the cold glances and morbid jokes about leaving his brother in a ditch. Eventually, Dean gave up on getting an explanation that would satisfy him out of his brother, and things had somewhat gone back to normal.

Not that anything was ever completely normal in their life. Barely a week had passed before they had stumbled across the case that led them to Amy, which had led to even more complications. Since so much time had passed, by now he couldn't really muster up the courage to tell Dean what he had really meant. It was too late, he kept telling himself. That train had already left the station, and was never coming back. Heaving a sigh, he moved from lying down with his laptop to sitting up, his back aching from staying still for so long.

"I am not comfortable with Dean touching Amy." Sam flinched visibly as the angel appeared b his bed, and he glared up at him before frowning, having realized what Castiel's words had been.

"Wait what? He's, touching her?" Castiel nodded. "Yes, he firmly put his hand on her knee. Twice." Castiel reached down to pat Sam's knee twice before straightening up. "Like so." Sam raised his eyebrows, glancing down at his knee, then looking up at the angel before letting out an amused laugh.

"Don't you think you're reading into this a bit much?" Castiel sucked in a breath before glancing around slowly. Sam simply smiled as he watched his friend, who had truly taken on a protective role when it came to their still rather newly obtained unicorn. It was strange to see it; he was almost as protective of Amy as Dean was of the Impala, or his pie for that matter. Then again, Dean was rather fierce and passionate when it came to the things he enjoyed most.

"I have spent enough time with your brother to know that he never touches a female without reason." Sam rolled his eyes, running a hand through his hair. "I guess that means he's warming up to her, then. That's a good thing, Cas." The angel frowned, still displeased with the situation, looking down at the floor. "He did act much more aggressively around her before, that is true."

"See? He's just being friendly." Castiel gave Sam a blank look. "I know of another kind of friendly that Dean possesses, which are you referring to?"

"The normal kind of friendly, Cas. The one where he's just past wanting to toss her into the ocean."