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[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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It got rid of the headache, that's for sure.

How wide is the library's scope, anyway?

Pretty massive. If I can figure out how to send directions, I'll send them over. It's in the Odin sector of the city.

Oh, I like the sound of that.

You like to read?

Mmhmm! There is no greater weapon than a prepared mind.

There are a couple of people I wish you could rub that attitude off on.

Oh, I have a few of those at home myself.

They're a pain, aren't they?

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They can be! But I suppose if everyone were smart, I might be out of a position in the first place.

What do you do for a living?

[Sam asks a lot of questions. Apologies. 8|]

[Questions are the sign of an inquisitive mind. Hanbei approves.

And takes a moment to consider his answer. He wouldn't really expect a foreigner to recognize the names, so better to simplify...]

Retainer and strategist to one of Japan's more prominent daimyo.

Sounds like a pretty important position.

You could say that.

I hunt ghosts for a living. You're definitely better off.

I could do without making them, all things considered, but wars don't end themselves.

[Sam almost argues that wars don't ever actually end, but he holds his tongue, for this once.]

Ending them is just as important as what I do. Probably more.

[Oh ho ho. Hanbei could write a book on His Thoughts On Ending Wars, and the philosophical debate of whether finally ending decades of petty civil conflict is worth the likelihood that it's finally going to end because Nobunaga introducing modern warfare to Japan might not leave anyone alive to fight it...but that's a topic for another day.]

It's probably a gross oversimplification to leave it at that, but...well, one can't lose sight of the forest for the trees, either.

Definitely not.

[It's a nice proverb. Whether or not it works in practice, Sam isn't entirely sure yet.]

But my manners have really gotten away from me, haven't they?

Takenaka Hanbei, a pleasure to meet you.

So -- Hanbei, right?

Right. I don't really stand on formalities.

Neither am I, so perfect.

Hanbei it is.

So...it'd be Sam, right?

I don't go by anything else.

[Dean calls him Sammy, but only Dean is allowed to call him that. 8|]

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