"A witch, wizard, what the fuck ever. I don't want one in here anymore than you do, but we can't do half the shit I know some of them can do." Dean didn't like admitting it. He didn't like them, but some of them didn't need to be ended as quickly as the boys were used to doing.
"That's fine. We'll see what's in here, and then we'll figure out what we gotta do." Dean turned to look around at all he could. It was insane just how much information was here, and he didn't understand how it could be connected to them, if at all. Sure, there was a Henry Winchester, but it just didn't seem real or right. He sighed and shook his head, a small strange smile on his lips.
"This is so fucked." He gave a bewildered laugh. "You look any more around than just coming in here? Let's eat, then we'll find out what else is here, okay?" He gave Sam a slight smile before getting distracted by what looked like a very old blade from China or Japan.
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Sam still wasn’t convinced about the witch or wizard, but since Dean didn’t have one in mind just yet he wouldn’t argue the fact. He shook his head.
“I came in the library first and called you as soon as I found that name on the roster.”
It wouldn’t be a surprise for Dean that Sam would have been drawn to the library before anything else. There was a part of him that just wanted to spend days exploring the titles in here and only stopping to eat and maybe sleep a bit.
There was something about seeing their grandfather’s name on that roster that was still swimming around in his brain. Family wasn’t something they had in spades. They had each other, and that was it. They hadn’t known much at all about their grandparents until the past few years when they’d learned about the Campbells. But on their dad’s side? All dad had said was that his dad had left. It wasn’t something that was talked about and there sure as hell weren’t any good stories about Grandpa Winchester that were shared.