Sam was looking down at his phone, still trying to get a hold of Dean. Somehow. Dean was the last person he really wanted to talk to, but he found himself trying to locate him. He was his brother - of course he would. He was angry at him, but that didn't mean he never wanted to see him again. Somehow, they would get through this. If he did end up finding him. As for right now, he stuffed his phone in his back pocket, determined that reaching him that way just wasn't going to work. They had deleted all of their old numbers in an attempt to get off the grid. Back home, he was supposed to be 'dead.' Killed in a shootout with the cops back in Iowa, but really, the Sheriff was just covering for them because he saw first hand what the leviathans could do. It was a big help, but honestly, Sam wasn't sure how long that would last. Now he'd probably never know and the thought scared him, but he and Dean had been separated before only to come back together. This couldn't have been that different. He hoped.
He was walking down the sidewalk when a girl came walking out of the bookstore. She ran into him and he stepped back, about to apologize, but she snapped at him and he raised his eyebrow. That was until she looked at him and her features softened and she apologized then.
Sam just shook his head, giving her a small smile. "It's okay, I wasn't paying attention either." Which he was, but he thought that she would realize what she was doing before it ultimately happened. He glanced up at the bookstore and then back at her. Maybe he could find something on the town other than the stereotypical stories of Salem. He figured he'd find the library first though. Look through newspapers. Something had to stick out. What was going on wasn't natural though, so Sam knew most likely, it was covered up. The everyday residents of Salem probably had no idea what was going on.
"Find anything good?" He asked. "How's the selection in there?" He went ahead and asked, just to see if it was worth his time, but he honestly doubted the girl was really into what he was into. True crime stories based in Salem were probably not her thing, or the weird and eerie true facts that people didn't talk about. They would probably be considered legend, just like everything else in this town.
Then he wondered if she was brought here too, by the dream, by the feather.