Outside the bar, Sam and Kay found a bench, they laughed about the absurdities of different realities.

Sam looked up as a guy waved his hand and his drink caught fire. He laughed, putting it out with another word.

"How do you do that?" He wondered, staring at the ordinary drink.

"Magic?" Kay asked.

"Ya," He nodded, "You just say a word and boom, you have fire, you have a sword, it makes no sense. I don't know anyone who can do that. Not even Rowena and she's got the Book of the Damned."

"Because it's raw magic," She explained, "It's brand new. Different rules."

"I know but..."

"Would you like me to show you?" Kay asked.

"Sure!"

Kay grinned, taking out a small thin pin from her hair. She held it in her hand aand waved her other hand over it.

"Gladio."

There was a slight echo in her voice as she waved her hand and instantly a sword appeared.

It was the same as before at the panel. A nice hand and half silver blade with a black guard and handle. It was plain with no jewelry or markings on it. It only shimmered under the light, ethereal and deadly.

"Affigo," She said, returning the sword back to its pin state with a simple wave.

"How?" Sam wondered as Kay snickered.

"It's just matter. All I'm doing is shaping and redirecting matter and energy," She explained, "I intone what I wish and it appears."

"But that doesn't make sense, it's not the same size or weight or anything."

"It's the concept of pulling the sword from elsewhere."

"So you're not reshaping the pin?" Sam asked, gaining an idea.

"I'm sending the pin away, subtracting and adding the pin." Kay nodded.

"So where does the sword come from?" He asked.

"Who knows?" She grinned, "I just use it."
"Wouldn't you-"

"I just focus on the pin being a sword. How it happens, I couldn't tell you. That's the magic of it," Kay explained with a wink, "I'm focusing my energy, where the magic is, to bring my weapons into existence."

"So you're the conduit for the magic?" Sam asked.

"That's how it was explained to me," She shrugged.

Sam pursed his lips, thinking. Balthazar wanted the magic to end, it seemed that his blood had been burned and destroyed in a spell. Sam had wondered if somehow his magic had been dispensed in a potion or something that allowed ordinary people to use magic. If Kay hadn't partaken in anything of the sort and she was just a lightning rod, then they were back at square one.

"How did you get involved?" He asked, "If you don't mind me asking."

"I got attacked," She shrugged, pulling up her sleeve.

On her arm, stretching from her wrist to her elbow was a jagged red scar.

"During a convention a few months back, just before the Illuminati split, I saw a fight happening. Just like today, only not as big. I jumped in, trying to help, these guys were trying to kill Rikki. I fought against them and wound up with this. Rikki took me in, explained everything and here we are."

"That's incredible," Sam said, "Sad but incredible. You just jumped in? You didn't even know what was going on?"

"No," She shook her head, "Something about it felt off though. You know what I mean? When you see something bad and your gut tells you? It was like that."

"And they just let you join? Just like that?"

"I had to prove myself," She shrugged, "I had to prove I could tap into that magical energy and I was willing to fight."

"Special tests?" He asked.

"No," She laughed, "Just like any other PE or military test. Endurance, strength, speed. All of that. We aren't special. We don't have any super powers or eat super food. We just train and practice."

"Can you show me?"

"If you think you can do it," She grinned.

She placed the pin in Sam's palm, it felt ordinary and plain, as if there was nothing special, but Sam knew.

"Say it in Latin," She advised, "For whatever reason it works."

"Pistolium." Sam said waving his hand over the pin.

Nothing happened.

"First," Kay chuckled, "You have to mean it. You have to want the weapon with every fiber of your being, need it like you need air to breathe and ground to walk on. Make it as essential as your eyes or your hands."

She took the pin back and waved her hand again over the pin.

"Secondly there is an art to my hands. It's all about creating the image in your head. Imagine gripping the gun, holding it, feeling the cold metal against your flesh. Shape it under your fingers and around your wrist."

Sam watched carefully as Kay waved her hand. He could see her wrist bend and twist as she spoke and how her fingertips curled and released.

"Pistolium," She intoned and a small, decent looking, steel gray pistol weighed in her hand.

"That's how they pick you," She said as she held the gun carefully.

She brought it up and cocked the safety off. Sam had seen her with a sword and a bow and arrow so he was surprised at how at ease she was with such a modern weapon. She aimed it at a blank wall and shrugged, laying it flat in her hand.

"Affigo."

The gun vanished with the bland pin in its place.

"Why not guns?" He asked.

"Too wild, unpredictable and obvious," She explained, "A bullet can be traced, it can be tracked and guns are obvious, varied and different."

"And your sword isn't?"

"No one would believe it," She winked, "We hide in anonymity."

"Makes sense," Sam nodded.

She was right. He had seen through other people's phones and on the TV in the bar, Comic Con was a hotbed of speculation and made up stories. No one believed that what had happened, actually happened. Everything from falling men to sudden medieval weapons to cosplayers shouting spells made no sense and were being disregarded as a media stunt.

"Try again," She said, giving Sam the pin, "Try gladium. Dagger."

"Gladium," Sam said, focusing on the image of his favorite dagger.

It was small, dark silver with a brown handle. Simple, straight with nothing on it, he carried it with him almost daily, today of course being the one day he didn't.

He closed his eyes, almost feeling the worn leather under his hand, he closed his fist, imagining the lightweight weapon and opened his eyes.

Nothing.

"Almost," She laughed, "Don't worry, Took me a week to get it right."

"Thanks anyway," He said, going to drop the pin in her hand.

"Keep it," She grinned, "It's good to have something on you that you can toss away for a fight."

"Thanks,"
Kay smiled, looking down as Sam tucked the pin away. He would definitely have Cas look it over for anything special about the pin and practice the intonation himself. If Kay was right and there was nothing but practice to this magic then that was a good start.

"I know you're upset about Lessandra's rule, but trust me," She said, "She means well."

"I know she does," Sam sighed, "I just can't sit idly while things fall apart."

"I know," She nodded, "I can't either. Which is why I'll show you the prophecy."