Apropos call, Castiel hadn't shown up these past days. He probably was very busy or didn't find anything yet, but the older hunter had hoped that he would zap in and tell them he found Aziraphale so that they wouldn't have to fly, but that never happened.

Getting through the checks and security took ages and he was never so happy as when he stepped outside this horrendous building. He didn't want to think ahead to when they would have to use one of these deathtraps again.

Walking straight up to the car rental place, he ignored Sam's complains. „If I have to be here than only with an with a decent vehicle on the road.! No way in hell I'm taking a cab or trains."

Yielding, the younger one followed his brother. A few moments later they had their car and drove in the direction of Soho. Parking turned out to be difficult, but after they found a space, they strolled to the bookshop. Seeing the sign at the door they sighed. „Closed for unforeseeable time", Sam read. Well, this didn't go as planned. Pressing his face at the window, Dean scanned the inside of the shop.

„Well, it looks a bit chaotic but well maintained. Maybe they are just out for vacation?", he grabbed at strings. Shaking his head the long haired stepped back. „Don't think so. Either we wait for the night to fall or we search a backdoor. We have to get in there somehow."

A match of rock paper scissors decided, that they would search for a backdoor. They found one in a narrow alley off to the side that they nearly missed. While Dean shielded his brother, Sam picked the lock. Twice in a row, the lock pick bent or broke. The younger man gritted his teeth in amazement. He couldn't let that sit on him. The third time it worked. When they entered, a cold shiver ran down their spines. Suddenly he wasn't sure if it was a good idea, but they went in anyway.

At first glance, it didn't look unusual. They were used to visiting antiquarian bookstores and having many old books in the household, but Sam immediately noticed that the works were unusual.

"Dean! Look at this! These are all originals! Some even have signatures!" he flipped through an original edition of one of Shakespeare's works in amazement. "Most of the books look like they should no longer exist, or are so rare that they could be worth millions.

A choking sound came from the addressed. „WTF, these old things are worth this much? Dang, maybe we should get out of here before whoever maintains this comes back."

„One moment", the larger one squinted at the old carped. There were some marks showing. „Dean help me. There is something under the carpet."

Together they rolled the rug away and stared at the weirdly drawn circle with symbols.

„Have you seen this seal or summoning circle before?", the shorter asked with crossed arms. This was getting weirder each minute they were here. It didn't seem like any demonic circle they had used before and was that Enochian? He squinted at the symbols, while his brother took a picture.

„No I haven't, but I have a photo, so help me get the carped back in place and let's get out", Sam declared. The older was happy to apply. The bookshop somehow creeped him out. It was like they shouldn't be there and tried to get rid of them, it was clearly not normal.

Back in the car Sam stared at the circle again, before sending it to Bobby. They didn't have the time at the moment, but maybe their father figure could help them out once again.

The time they needed to get to Tadfield, which was more than estimated because the M25 was jammed traffic, the younger researched a bit more about the witch. Using some new programs and other pictures he found, he discovered some information on the woman.

„Hey, I think I got something. The woman is Anathema Device. Daughter of a wealthy family, made their money through shares in big companies. It really looks fishy, if you ask me."

Reading further he shook his head. „But I can't find any more Information on her whereabouts. I thibk we have to ask someone in the village where she lives."

A grunting came from the driver. Dean wasn't very pleased with the option to ask around. It was a small village in England, in his opinion there would be too many questions and that could get messy real quick. Nevertheless, he pulled up next to an old man walking his dog.

Rolling his window down he smiled: „Hey, excuse us, maybe you could help us? We are searching for the House of Anna....." throwing his brother a searching glance when his brain couldn't provide the right name, Sam took over.

„Yeah, we're searching for Anathema Device? You know where she lives?", he asked friendly leaning more towards the open window.

Scrunching his eyebrows and scanning the two outsiders, the man stepped back from the car again. The silence lasted so long that they thought they wouldn't get an answer, but after this moment, the old guy pointed in the direction ahead.

„Surely! You can't miss Jasmin Cottage. You have to drive straight until the second crossroad, then you have to turn right, then left, right, straight till you reach an Cottage in the middle of a intersection. That's all, easy to find right?" the whole verbiage he had remained serious. His dog patient waiting to his feet.

Looking at each other, Dean seemed irritated. „Did you get the directions?" he asked. Making a la-la gesture, Sam nodded. That was enough for the older to start rolling again. Waving at the man, he closed the window, shouting a short „Thanks".