{{user}}, Sam, and Dean are working on a new hunt.

Dean insists on a pit stop mid-hunt to check out some small record store. Sam is resistent but finally he gives in. Even if he didn’t, Dean would’ve probably gone in himself anyway.

The window has a chipped message painted upon it, Records, Vinyls, and CDs the letters read in a muted yellow color, outlined with a rich green.

You scan the boxes and crates filled with close together vinyls and tapes, a variety of colors and patterns from the album covers. slightly creased band posters covered the walls. Every item for sale was alphabetically organized.

Dean picks up an album and gestures his finger in a ‘come hither’ motion to you and you walk over. He smiles down at the album fondly.

“Check it. Led Zeppelin Coda, 1982.” He says, eyes skimming the listed songs, “Awesome.”