Night 49: Mystic Healing Spa and Acupuncture
[from here]
The first thing that hit him was the heady smell of incense, like he'd just walked into one of those touristy occult shops that occasionally fronted for the real deal. Sam spun around, blinking. Where had they-?
He flicked his flashlight up towards the windows, shimmering crystals hanging from them. Rain pounded against building, leaving streaks that lit up with every flash of lightning. At least it wasn't raining upside down this time. That had been a hell of a mind trip. A small fountain gurgled by the counter.
Sam cast a look at Peter and quirked an eyebrow before looking back outside, scanning the darkness as best he could. Hard to forget what it'd been like the last time they were in town after sunset. But he couldn't see anything so far. The place was silent except for the clap of thunder every so often.
Still.
He wandered over to the counter, plucking one of the pamphlets lying in a small stack. Mystic Healing Spa. Okay. At least he knew where they were now. He recalled passing by this place earlier in the town, now that he thought about it.
"So," he began, but a rustle made him pause. He took a careful step forward. After a minute, it remained empty. He frowned. Honestly, they should go. He didn't think they'd come across anything useful here. Nothing that would be worth a repeat of last week, that was for sure. That he could barely see anything didn't help.
Man. It'd be nice if he could turn on the lights, but those were usually at the back of the building and Sam wasn't sure he wanted to go that far in without good reason or unless he knew the area was clear. Which he couldn't know unless there were some freaking lights on in here.
Shit, he had no idea how Dean was doing, either. His brother was probably being tossed all over the place, too. But there was nothing he could do about it, so he returned his attention to what he could deal with.
He glanced at Peter. "If you're looking to grab something, we should do it quick," he said. If Peter wanted to check stuff out, Sam would keep an eye on things while he did, but otherwise-he didn't want to be here longer than they had to. The institute already put him on edge as it was. This town? On edge was phrasing it mildly.
The first thing that hit him was the heady smell of incense, like he'd just walked into one of those touristy occult shops that occasionally fronted for the real deal. Sam spun around, blinking. Where had they-?
He flicked his flashlight up towards the windows, shimmering crystals hanging from them. Rain pounded against building, leaving streaks that lit up with every flash of lightning. At least it wasn't raining upside down this time. That had been a hell of a mind trip. A small fountain gurgled by the counter.
Sam cast a look at Peter and quirked an eyebrow before looking back outside, scanning the darkness as best he could. Hard to forget what it'd been like the last time they were in town after sunset. But he couldn't see anything so far. The place was silent except for the clap of thunder every so often.
Still.
He wandered over to the counter, plucking one of the pamphlets lying in a small stack. Mystic Healing Spa. Okay. At least he knew where they were now. He recalled passing by this place earlier in the town, now that he thought about it.
"So," he began, but a rustle made him pause. He took a careful step forward. After a minute, it remained empty. He frowned. Honestly, they should go. He didn't think they'd come across anything useful here. Nothing that would be worth a repeat of last week, that was for sure. That he could barely see anything didn't help.
Man. It'd be nice if he could turn on the lights, but those were usually at the back of the building and Sam wasn't sure he wanted to go that far in without good reason or unless he knew the area was clear. Which he couldn't know unless there were some freaking lights on in here.
Shit, he had no idea how Dean was doing, either. His brother was probably being tossed all over the place, too. But there was nothing he could do about it, so he returned his attention to what he could deal with.
He glanced at Peter. "If you're looking to grab something, we should do it quick," he said. If Peter wanted to check stuff out, Sam would keep an eye on things while he did, but otherwise-he didn't want to be here longer than they had to. The institute already put him on edge as it was. This town? On edge was phrasing it mildly.