Sam turns around and smiles. "Don't worry about it," he says in his gentle rumble. "I kind of do take up a lot of space. Are you okay?" Sam stands back to give the man more space.

"Sam Winchester," comes the reply and holds out his hand carefully. He's never sure if people shake hands or not and he doesn't want to offend anyone. "nice to meet you Jagger."

Jagger might be going to see a little bit of Sam's life before he arrived here. Speaking to a pair of women, one African American and the other with darkish blonde hair. There are three men also, one short with messy dark hair and a trenchcoat, slim young man in a red windbreaker and a blonde man in a worn leather jacket. He might see Sam midfight but not who or what he was fighting. Then it ends as Sam pulls away. "What kind of cases do you take on," he asks, curious not realizing anything might have just happened. "I'm an investigator of sorts myself."

"My brother and I...we fought things most people would consider myths....speaking of magic...witches, vampires...stuff like that." He smiles a little. "I got good at tracking down weird stuff that got around the law." A blunt way of saying Sam hacked into places that could have made him wind up in jail forever. "I have some magical talent myself...basic spells and the like."

"Tracking, summoning, protecting things like that," Sam says, "I've been studying the history of this place to see how close I can get to recreating the spells I might need. Not all magic and ley lines are the same."

"Some spells need a bit of a boost using ley lines but not all of them," Sam replied, "alot of my spell workings use herbs and other natural things."