Supernatural - Sam, Dean,
Sam was too late to move his papers from the table when he realised Dean was in the library. He had glanced over Sam’s notes as he would any case he thought Sam might have been researching. Sam braced himself for the reaction.
“What the hell is this?” Dean wasn’t angry but he didn’t sound happy either.
Sam sat down with his cup of coffee, “I’ve just been thinking about things we need to go over with the new hunters.”
Dean looked incredulous, “Spells? This isn’t friggin’ Hogwarts, Sammy. They already know how to kill every bad thing out there.”