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Sam Winchester	Sam needed a break. Not only was Cass a semi-permanent house guest, but Dean was making forrays out of the Dean Cave and well... being Dean. So laptop and a couple of occult tomes in tow, Sam headed down to the deli, snagged a beer from the cooler and perused the menu. "Richie, do you have anything that's not going to kill me?" he asksed from his stool at the counter. Richie looked up from his girlie mag and shrugged over at a wilted looking salad. Sam sighs, "Sure," he says cracking the beer and waggling it at Richie to add it to his tab, then he grabbed his salad and a stool at the counter and flipped open his book, leaving his other one, the Key of Solomon, left beside him on the counter. He really needed to get out more.
Molly Carpenter	The little door chime rings announcing the entrance of another. Molly steps into the shop letting her eyes sweep over the place to take in both proprieter, customer, and the current options for ordering. It wasn't exactly the best of delis she had to admit to herself, but it wasn't overly busy. That was a bonus. She's just about to take a step through the doorway when she pauses, her eyes dipping down with a momentary look of confusion. Her foot lifts a bit more to step further fro the doorframe as if she were walking over something unseen to enter. Curious. Salt wasn't often on doorways in public places. She's careful not to break any lines though; that would be rude and potentially dangerous. Her path is made over to one of the coolers to fish inside for an iced coffee in a can, and a bottle of water. "Just these for now, please." Richie is given a grin as she takes out her wallet to fish out the money owed in actual dollar bill currency rather than a credit or debit card. It's about now her attention is taken by the tall man at the counter and his reading with an eyebrow raising, and a rather warm smile. "That's some pretty heavy reading you've got there."
Sam Winchester	Sam looks up at the chime taking in the new arrival watchfully, when she steps over the salt line, without any ill effect, he relaxes, and even offers a small wave before he turns back to his book. He stays fixed on his reading until she's back over at the counter, sticking a thumb in his book for a moment before she turns and remarks about his reading. Sam smiles setting down the book. "I work out," he jokes off the heavy reading material line. "You read this stuff?" he asks, giving Molly further consideration as he waits for the answer.
Molly Carpenter	Molly Carpenter walks around to the opposite side of Sam, away from his laptop. Oddly she makes a large circle when doing so trying to keep as much distance between herself and it. It's the only oddity though as she cracks open her can of coffee, and takes a seat next to him offering another grin. "This and more," she has to admit with a lift of finger tapping the book. "Though you never really see the same books twice of the really good stuff. Too rare and far in between." Molly tips her head toward Sam as she asks, "I'm guessing you're the reason this place has so many wards on it, though? Just a wild guess from the topics. Sorry if I'm being nosey. I wasn't really expecting to run across a place like this in New York." Offering a hand out she adds, "I'm Molly Carpenter."
Sam Winchester	Sam blinks as Molly takes a wide arc around him to sit on his other side. He glances back over his shoulder at the salt lines, they were still intact, so, it was just wierd not, oh my god Sam, she's a monster. He grins in return, "And more? Wow, you must be really into this stuff." He nods at the other, "It's true, I had to borrow these ones from a friend of mine, he'd be pissed to know I brought them down here." Though to be fair, the books had been through worse, there's a little water damage and a the few odd dark brown spots that might be blood. The mention of the wards has him cocking his head "You clocked them, huh?" he asks. "Are you in the business?" he she offers her name. "Hi, I'm Sam Winchester," he says figuring if she was a hunter the name might ring a bell.
Molly Carpenter	Molly Carpenter gives a little bit of a laugh at 'being into it' only to shake her head. "More like a lifestyle than being into it. Either you keep up with it or it catches up to you." There's no sign of recognition at the name, though... Then again she didn't look terribly old. Maybe just turned twenty one or there abouts. "To be fair I wasn't paying attention but I did feel them when I came in, and then noticed the salt." Looking to the laptop he has she considers a moment before asking, "Not to be weird-er than usual, but you might want to move that further away from me. Electronics tend to not like me. Though I'm no where *near* as bad as my sensei. I just wouldn't want to ruin it for you."
Sam Winchester	Sam gives a nod, "Yeah, I know that feeling. How long you been in the life?" he says. He assumed she was a hunter, as for her being young, well Sam looked maybe twenty-two, twenty-three, except for the eyes, there he looked a bit older, world weary despite his young age. "Feel them?" he asks. The Hunter theory suddenly holding a good deal less water. The laptop cinches it and he stares at her even as he pushes it back. "You're not a hunter are you?" he asks.
Molly Carpenter	Molly Carpenter sweeps her hand back to tuck her multi-colored hair behind her ear. Her smile falters just a bit as she looks instead kind of... sheepish. The tension that had sudden risen makes her look to him apologetically. "Not quite, no, though I've met some before and worked with them." Fingernails drum against the can of coffee as she admits in a tone just a bit quieter, "I'm, ah, I'm a wizard. Since I was sixteen." Her eyes lift to regard Sam hesitantly before flipping away not meeting his gaze for more than a split second. Instead she chooses to stare at his chin where it was a bit safer to look. "Sorry, I wasn't meaning to imply that I was. And I'm not here to cause trouble or anything. I honestly just wanted a drink."
Sam Winchester	Well this was par for the course, Sam goes off alone and meets someone supernatural... Dean was never going to let him hear the end of this... But what to do... He almost meets her eyes before they dip away and he finds himself suddenly feeling awkward with sudden rise in tension. He's not quite sure what to do with his hands so he at the very least shuts down the laptop. "I guess, I assumed, most of the people I've met that know this stuff are other hunters, never met a wizard before." He'd heard of them of course, though there was a lot of speculation in what he read. Then it was down to the meat of the thing. "And you really just came in here for a drink?" he asks.
Molly Carpenter	Molly Carpenter grins easily enough at the last. "Okay that's not a hundred percent," she admits. "I *was* thinking of grabbing a sandwich too. Before I had a look around." Pointedly she turns her head to look at the deli area with a crinkle of her nose, still grinning in spite of it. "I had second thoughts once I was in here. Coffee never hurt anyone though." "Yes, I am a wizard though. Is that okay?" It's here her hesitation comes through. "I mean, I can leave if it's a bother. I know not everyone likes us, but I think we kind of do the same thing as hunters to begin with."
Molly Carpenter	Molly Carpenter adds, with a sigh, "Except with a lot more rules and politics."
Sam Winchester	"Smart choice," Sam says of not opting for food. Richie gives him a hard look. Sam shrugs. "And yeah, you can definitely trust the coffee." He remembers his own drink and takes a swig of his beer as he gathers his thoughts. Was it okay? His instinct was to trust her, but the Dad and the Dean on his shoulder told him to send her off. In the end, he did what he always did and went with his heart. "Hey, it's a free country, wizards can have coffee and ponder questionable food anywhere they want," he says offering a smile finally. Shoulders lowering a little as the tension runs out of them. "Though if my brother comes down, first off, yes, he was raised in a barn, and two maybe don't mention the wizard thing unless you want to hear Harry Potter jokes all night."
Molly Carpenter	"Deal. I get enough geekery from my sensei calling me his 'padawan'. Sounds like they'd get along though." Molly grins brightly and lifts her coffee up toward him in salute. "Thanks, Sam. Also, sorry for not looking you in the eye. It uh... It's kind of a very intimate thing for a wizard to do that. Lets us see your soul or spirit or whatever you want to call it. Which kind of goes against what my dad always taught me about looking someone in the eye, but can't help it."
Sam Winchester	"Padawan huh? A wizard who watches Star Wars, that's sort of wild," Sam says with a chuckle before wrinkling his nose. "Even if it is the prequels." There's a smile there. "And yeah, my brother and your sensei might get along, he's a bit of a jerk though." There's a smile at that. He seems more facinated than put off by the eye thing. "Really, like their actual soul?" he asks trying to avoid the urge to seek out Molly's eyes. It gets a whole lot easier once he thinks about what his own soul might look like. "...Ever done that?" he asks before clarifying. "Not offering, but just curious, what does a soul look like."
Molly Carpenter	Molly Carpenter takes a long, slow sip of her coffee. "I have once, with my sensei. It was kind of necessary for the time. I screwed up when I first got my powers, and had to prove to him I was worth taking on as a student... that I wouldn't go rogue or insane or anything. I passed, by the way," she's quick to add with a little shake of her head. "It's more like a sensation. A series of visions that... explain that person down to their core. It can only ever happen once with a person, not like every single time. Once it's seen though, you never unsee it. It's just in your memory, forever. A perfectly frozen moment in time. Unfortunately," she adds with a grimace, "That can happen with monsters, too. Not something you really want to have forever scorched in your mind." Smiling sheepishly she adds, "To be honest I'm not even sure if it's the same for all magic users, but for the type of wizard I am, it is."
Sam Winchester	"Wow, that's crazy," Sam says after sitting quiet througout the explanation. "I mean, like, it's wild, not that I think you're insane," he adds smiling sheepishly before offering a bit of a sympathetic shudder at the idea of having a monster's soul burnt forever burnt into memory. "Wow, that's got to be rough, ever happen?" he asks about the monster souls. He has a sip of his beer, trying to imgine what his own soul might look like in symbols but gives his head a shake to clear the thought from his mind. "And this sensei of yours, he have a name?' Another thought, then he adds, "Also, sorry for all the questions, sort of geeking out here, I can stop if you want. "
Molly Carpenter	Molly Carpenter has a small shiver ripple through her. "Not with a monster, no, but I ... happened to catch someone being killed by one in a similar way." That topic she lets hang a moment before shaking her head stubbornly. Another gulp of her offee comes, and she eyes the beer he's drinking with a small sigh. Soon enough. "Nah, it's okay. Kind of nice being able to talk about stuff I have to admit." "Oh, Harry Dresden. He runs a PI business and is so far as I know the only wizard listed in the phonebook." Her head tips as she gives Sam a wink. "So yeah he's totally a dork. What about you though? Any interesting stuff you can do? I mean, it's obvious you know how to set wards. I'm kind of curious what sorts of things a non-wizard could do with the right knowledge."
Sam Winchester	Sam's breath catches with sympathy. "I'm sorry," he says. "That's got to be horrible, hard enough to get those images out of your head when it's not burned in there by magic." He does catch the look shown his beer. He gets up from the counter grabs one from the cooler and brings it back setting it down in front of her. He looks at Richie who doesn't look up from his magazine. "No one minds," Sam says. "Glad, because, yeah, first time meeting a wizard so, yeah, geeking out." There's a slight chuckle before the questions are turned back on him. He grabs one of the books he was looking at and opens it up. "These sorts of things mostly," he says flipping through the pages, it's his own note book, cramped with drawings of sigils and little notes. "Devil's Traps, exorcisms, a little hedge magic, you know those really old spells anyone can do if they get all the parts right. But mostly I just stick to wards and things like that unless a case calls for it." "So, yeah, probably sound like a total amature."
Molly Carpenter	"There's nothing wrong with hedgemagic," Molly assures as she reaches out to examine the book curiously, turning a few pages to regard the sigils drawn in there. "Honestly a lot of this carries over. Magic is mostly about willpower being focused into the desired result. These are ... almost alchemical so for someone who doesn't have magic, it would allow them to..." She trails off a moment, blinking several times only to release her hold on the book. "Sorry, got a bit carried away there. I do mean it though. There's nothing wrong with hedgemagic. It's an art all it's own, even if it might be weaker than a wizards power. We help out a group back home that helps keep an eye on the neighborhood for us, too." Her attention turns to the beer and she opens her mouth to protest... but lets out a sigh as she cracks it open. "I'm only a week or so away as it is," she murmurs quietly with a grin as she takes a sip. "Just could use one now and then I think."
Sam Winchester	Sam leans in as they go over the book. Clearly as into the magic nerdery as she was. "Yeah, I got them from a friend's alchemical text, it's for a thing-" he begins before Molly trails off and blink. He gives her a questioning look before she apologizes. "No need to apologize, I am used to putting people to sleep with this stuff." He nods about the hedge magic smiling at the thought of the group. "Like a magical neighbourhood watch?" he asks. "More places need something like that." It certainly would make his job easier! As for the beer, he shrugs a shoulder. "Won't tell if you won't," he says. "My Dad's philosophy was if you're old enough to hunt you're old enough to drink. I figure that's got to work with wizards too, given the whole images burnt into your brain thing."
Molly Carpenter	Molly Carpenter allows herself an easy grin. "I don't think you could put me to sleep with anything you'd talk about." As for the beer, she lifts it to tap against his lightly. "I'll take it. I'm not allowed many other forms of 'relaxing' until my training is formally finished. Which I really should ask him about to be honest. I'm not even allowed to..." Realizing she was talking a bit too much again she takes another sip of her beer to hide a blush. Or maybe she was really just not good at drinking and it was affecting her already, though that was doubtful with the amount she'd had. "Magical neighborhood watch is a great way to put it. It works out pretty good so long as we can make sure the folks with minor talents stay away from the big bads that might show up."
Sam Winchester	Sam clinks beers and has a swig from his neglected bottle. "Sounds pretty strict," Sam remarks smliling until Molly trails off. "To what?" he asks her before ideas come to mind. "Wait. Really?" he says guessing what she might mean. There's an embarassed chuckle. "Probably getting way too personal here," he says as he takes a sip from his beer. "Uh, so, um, how long have you been apprenticing?" he asks changing to adjacent subjects. He nods, "Yeah, it's sort of getting crazy out there right now," he says. Which hasn't been helped by them unleashing a few hundred demons on the world. "But glad there's people looking out. Most of the time people don't see it coming."
Molly Carpenter	Molly Carpenter just reddens further, and drops her head down into her hand. "I'm sorry, yeah, that was TMI of me. A lot of my power is emotion based." Clearing her throat she takes another sip before giving him a thankful smile at the topic change. "About five years now almost. Harry was actually a friend of my dad's so I lucked out, really. He was willing to take me on to train." A slow nod is given in agreement. "Too much going on lately. It's actually gotten quiet for awhile, which as Harry usually tells me is just a sign something big is going to go down soon. I'd say he's paranoid but he usually is right."
Sam Winchester	"Ah," Sam says making the connection between that prohibition and emotion charging magic. "That's actually kind of facinating, but, yeah, we can move right along," he says seeing her blushing. "Wow, I'd say that's a long time, but then I don't know how long it takes to become a wizard. Close as I got was pre-law," he says with a chuckle. "And cool that he was a friend of the family, must make things eaiser, do your folks know about it? The magic, and all the rest?"
Molly Carpenter	Molly Carpenter gives a slight nod of agreement when he realizes the connection. There's no more said on it though, as she instead considers the question thoughtfully. "Yes, and no. My dad has his own connection with the supernatural. I'd say he's probably closer to the type of hunter you might be aware of, though more god-based. I won't get into that too much," she adds hastily. "I've got a pretty big family. My parents know, and my siblings know I'm working with Harry, but I haven't told them otherwise. There's a chance they might end up wizards, too. It runs in our family apparently. Mom was, but she gave it up and lost her powers through disuse."
Sam Winchester	"Huh," Sam says about her Dad being in the business. "Oh, he's with the church," he says. "Yeah, they've sort of got their own thing going on," he says with a nod. "And guess that makes sense, the magic being in the blood," he pauses. "I'd ask about your Mom, but don't want to pry, though it's cool that your family's on-board with it. Lost my Mom early on, but my Dad was the one that trained Dean and I in the business, it was interesting..." he says.
Molly Carpenter	"Oh, my mom hates it. But she's supported my dad this entire time, it's not like she's got a lot of ground to argue with in my case. Magic is one of those things that doesn't stick around where it's not wanted. She gave that up when she met my dad." Molly grins a bit, and chuckles. "Apparently she never told him. It was a hell of a surprise when I ended up having abilities." Molly reaches out to rest her hand lightly on Sam's arm giving it a squeeze. "I'm sorry, about your mom. Is it just you and your brother?"
Sam Winchester	"Wow, yeah, that must have come as a shock," Sam says with a grin. "How do you even have a hey I used to be a wizard, talk?" Though he notes the thing about magic not staying where it's wanted. Good thing to know. The hand on his arm comes as a surprise, but he smiles. "Thanks, she died before I really got to know her, which should make it easier but..." he lets that trail off before nodding. "More or less, with our Dad... well it's complicated, he might be out there he might not be, we keep hearing rumours but so far none of them have panned out. But yeah, otherwise just my brother and I."
Molly Carpenter	Molly Carpenter squeezes his arm one last time before drawing away again. Her lips purse together thoughtfully. "I don't know if I'd be stepping out of line or not, but one of the things that we're good at doing is finding missing people. There's spells we can do to locate an individual. Though I think there is a range limit on them so it's not a hundred percent. If you hear about where he might be next, I could maybe try to help. If you want though. I don't want to butt into a family thing." Really though she wouldn't want to try and fail. Giving someone hope when it might not work was sometimes just as bad.
Sam Winchester	Sam looks over, turning over the offer in his head. "Yeah?" he asks. "That'd be great, I mean I'd have to talk to Dean and we'd need another lead, but if you think you and your sensei can help, then yeah, I'd like that." Hope is very much stirred in Sam. "I'm not sure when we'll hear something, but, thanks, I appreciate the help. I mean you guys have magic but if I can help you and this Dresden guy at all, let me know...." he pauses. "Uh, with the technology thing, is giving my number going to help at all?"
Molly Carpenter	Molly Carpenter twists to pull her purse forward fishing in it a moment for her wallet. A business card is pulled out and offered over to Sam. Harry Dresden - Wizard Lost Items Found, Paranormal Investigations, Consulting, Advice Reasonable Rates No love potions, endless purses, parties, or other entertainment "We do have phones. It's just the newer the technology, the more that our magic tends to ... fry it. We can control it to some extent. Honestly I think the older the wizard, the worse it is. I can still use a cellphone to make a call now and then. I just have to turn it off the rest of the time. Harry's got an old rotary phone that works just fine."
Sam Winchester	While Molly fishes for the card, Sam grabs a napkin and pulls the pen from his note book to scrawl his number down. He takes the card when offered and examines it with a smile. "Shame about the endless purses," he says before tucking the card away in his shirtpocket. He hands over the napkin, "My cell, call any time," he says. "End of the world or if you just want to drink a beer and talk shop. Both totally valid reasons to call," he says with a grin.
Molly Carpenter	Molly Carpenter tucks the napkin into her purse along with her wallet again, though she watches Sam the entire while with a smile. "I'll have to take you up on that sometime." She slips off her seat swinging her purse back around to her side comfortably. "I should get myself home for now. It's a bit of a hop across the river. I'm usually at the office with him though, so... that number's good for me, too. It was great meeting you, Sam. Have a good night."
Sam Winchester	Sam smiles, "Great, hit me up any time," he says, nodding about the office number being the one to call. "Jersey, huh? No doubt, but it was good to meet you Molly, and you too," he says before he turns to gather up his stuff.