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[smartwinchester.livejournal.com]

[Sam is sitting in a chair in the library, surrounded by all of the books, and he looks somewhat tired, but in good spirits. For the most part. Save for that whole 'he definitely hasn't slept' thing.]

Hey -- I think this thing's on... anyway, I'm Sam Winchester.

[Ordinarily he'd never give out his full name, seeing as they're on the run from the Leviathan and all that, but he's ascertained the big bads aren't around -- so a little honesty couldn't hurt, especially with what he's about to ask.]

Nice to meet everyone. I was wondering if anyone could give me a couple of answers to some questions -- you don't have to, and it's obviously not obligatory, but I'd appreciate it.

First, how many of you have any kind of supernatural ability that was taken away when you got here? It doesn't matter what it is -- telekinesis, the ability to fly -- if anything changed, I'd like to know. You don't have to tell me if you don't want to, but knowing what changed is important in knowing how we all got here in the first place.

[And, more importantly, how to get out.]

Second, I was wondering if anyone could tell me where to find some chalk and some spices. Specifically, rosemary, allspice, or nutmeg. Salt would be good, too. I know there's probably a grocery store or something like that around, but any pointers would be great. And, uh --

[Sam pauses before clearing his throat, thumping his pen against the table for a few seconds before continuing.]

Hypothetically speaking, if you had a coat with a lot of blood on it, what would you do to get it out? And I need to know where to find non-blood-stained clothes that'd fit a normal-sized human being. ... hypothetically.

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[smartwinchester.livejournal.com]

It's been keeping me entertained for about an hour.

[So, in other words -- he isn't sure yet. But two minds are better than one.

And while Sam is on the topic of that -- ]

I need a computer.

[wingsandwill.livejournal.com]

There are many stores that seem to carry modern conveniences.

[smartwinchester.livejournal.com]

Yeah, but I don't think this place is connected to the Web. Or any kind of cellular service. We're pretty much off the map.

[wingsandwill.livejournal.com]

That is a separate issue from acquiring a computer, Sam.

[smartwinchester.livejournal.com]

... Cas, why would I need a computer that doesn't connect to the Internet?

[wingsandwill.livejournal.com]

You were the one who said you needed one, Sam.

And surely they do something more useful than the internet. At the least one could be used to retain information from books in the library that you were unable to keep otherwise.

[smartwinchester.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I need one so --

[Buh, nevermind.]

-- I could type up everything I find just to save it and make it more organized, but --

[Sam looks down at his notes. He's an obsessively neat notetaker anyway. 8|]

[wingsandwill.livejournal.com]

...I don't understand.

[smartwinchester.livejournal.com]

[Sigh, Cas.]

The only reason why I would really need a computer is so I could search everything I could about this world without having to look through dozens of books to do it. I can't do that without an Internet connection. Otherwise I would just type up a bunch of notes just to have them in one place.

Get it?

[wingsandwill.livejournal.com]

Then why-



Which direction is the library?

[smartwinchester.livejournal.com]

It's past the Odin house -- you can't miss it. It's massive.

[And Sam tilts his bracelet slightly to show around him -- it's truly massive. Walls upon walls of bookshelves and scrolls and every manner of information ever.]

[wingsandwill.livejournal.com]

I'll be there shortly.

[smartwinchester.livejournal.com]

Don't run anyone over on your way here.

[wingsandwill.livejournal.com]

What are you looking at?

[smartwinchester.livejournal.com]

Everything.

[No, he's serious. He's found books on most every single world -- anthologies of creatures, of languages, dynasties, histories of magic and war and everything in between, in every language imaginable, though he seems to be able to understand it all.]

Except for stuff on this world.

[wingsandwill.livejournal.com]

It is surely no coincidence there is nothing on this world.

[smartwinchester.livejournal.com]

Definitely not, but it can't be absent. No civilization goes throughout history without keeping a record.

[Sam leans back in his chair, tired.]

It's just not kept here, that's all. I've searched through all the databases, asked all the librarians -- nothing.

[wingsandwill.livejournal.com]

It's likely been removed purposefully, to keep us from gaining any knowledge we might be able to use.

[smartwinchester.livejournal.com]

Probably.

[He, like Castiel, isn't all that bothered by it. He figured as much. But Sam pauses, and adjusts notes -- pages of them, for having not found anything on this world -- to tug down a massive book.]

But I found some stuff on the Leviathan.

[He lowers his tone automatically.]

[wingsandwill.livejournal.com]

What have you discovered?

[smartwinchester.livejournal.com]

A lot of historical documentation of their sealing, in the ancient times.

[Sam lets out a long breath.]

Why they're so pissed off -- but nothing on how to permanently kill them. I don't know whether or not there is a way to permanently kill them. They're not like angels or demons, they're...

[Sam shrugs slightly, looking tired.]

Well. You know what they are.

[wingsandwill.livejournal.com]

There must be a way.



Either to kill them, or trap them once more.

[smartwinchester.livejournal.com]

[Sam's been mostly mum about the future, because Castiel feels enough horrendous guilt as it is without Sam adding to it, but... if there is one thing Sam has learned throughout his life, it's that being useful, and keeping busy, helps. He doesn't know why, or how, but it does.

And so, Sam remains quiet for only a moment or two before talking.]

We've figured out that they can't stand sodium borate. It works almost like salt does for spirits and demons -- it burns them, melts their skin off, and it renders them powerless for a certain amount of time, long enough for us to behead them. That's pretty much the only way we've figured out how to keep them immobile -- spray them with household cleaners and then chop their heads off. You have to keep the heads separate, or else they'll just reattach themselves and they'll keep coming at you. We've taken out a couple by keeping the body and the head apart, but not the ones that matter.

Their, uh --

[And Sam pushes aside a book to grab at some notes. This is what he's been doing all night. Don't judge.]

Their leader's name is Dick Ronson.

[And there's a special kind of hatred that rolls off of Sam's tongue at the name, but he doesn't go into detail.]

He's in the body of an up-and-coming businessman. Owns billions of dollars worth of companies. Self-help guru. All of this other bullshit that doesn't actually matter... but he doesn't really react to the Borax. I don't know if it's because he's too powerful or what -- it's like when you shoot Crowley, with salt? He bitches a little but he doesn't actually stop for very long... so it might be a power thing. Or maybe he's built up some kind of immunity to it... I don't really know for sure. And -- speaking of Crowley, he ran into him, apparently. Their head boss.

[And Sam glances up at Castiel briefly, before looking back down.]

Said he hated the bastards and called his demons off of us so we could go and kill them, so they're not really all that fond of demons, either, I guess. I don't really know what their agenda is except raising hell and pissing people off, but if that's all they want to do, then they're really good at it -- but the last I checked, back home, they were planning something with food. A lot of food. They put this stuff in a sandwich at a restaurant that made people apathetic -- they didn't notice anything around them. It sort of drugged them into a stupor... Dean ate about four of them before we figured it out and he was like that for about four days, I almost ran him over with the van we've been stuck driving around because we had to put the Impala on lockdown because the Leviathan decided to pose as us and go through a bunch of towns killing people, so we're back on the FBI Most Wanted List --

[And then Sam pauses before slumping in his chair slightly, tossing half an apoloetic smile to Castiel after a breath.]

Sorry. Off topic. The point is, Borax melts them, chopping their heads off incapacitates them, and they want to make people stop caring about the world around them. Or... that's what we think.

Did you pick up on anything when they were possessing you?

[wingsandwill.livejournal.com]

Possessing me?

[smartwinchester.livejournal.com]

[ -- oh.

Sam stares at him for a moment, confused, before a sudden look of recognition appears, and he slumps into his chair slightly, looking tired again.]

They... when you gave back the souls, the Leviathan hung on. I -- ... wasn't there, I got -- stuck.

[By the hallucination. Sam doesn't need to explain further than that. And Sam stops again before he averts his eyes to his notes, his pen hitting the table in a series of 'thumps' before he speaks again.]

Dean said they took over.