"Beer it is, turn left up here." Sam directed his brother, now a little bit nervous that he'd handed over the keys to a novice London driver.
"We own a bookshop. Here, in London. Long story short-it was yours before I got here and you were dealing supernatural weapons out the back. Then it was ours, and then you...disappeared. Twice. So, its sort of our legitimate job. I still deal stuff, to good people, if they need it."
He calmly breathed through his nose when Dean almost turned onto the wrong side of the road.
"Ok, now head up this street for two blocks. Uh, the movie theatre's in the house. My house, really. I sort of inherited it, I guess you could say. You read that website, right? About you taking over someone else's identity, kinda?"