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into—”
    “What?”
    “They tore the place apart.” Sam started to pace with the phone, then realized there was only a foot of space for him to move either way in the booth. He suddenly understood why cordless phones had been invented.
    “Calm down, big guy. You sound a little pissed.” Dean said, lowering his voice.
    “They took... my BlackBerry.”
    “Yeah, that’s rough Sammy,” Dean said, obviously faking sympathy. “Seriously though, who the hell cares? Who you planning on texting in 1954?”
    “You don’t get it,” Sam responded. “They took my 2010 phone, full of 2010 technology, meaning we could have a serious Back to the Future II situation.”
    “What, so Biff is going to steal our Delorean?”
    “No, we could seriously alter the timeline. Introduce things now that aren’t supposed to exist for decades—”
    “Am I gonna have to kiss Mom?” Dean said, his smirk evident even over the phone.
    “Dean.” Sam knew he had to break Dean out of his streak or he was going to be hearing Marty McFly jokes for the rest of the day. “Please.”
    “Fine. Remember what Cass told me, though—whatever we do, that’s what happened. We can’t change history, we can just live in it for a bit. We break something, it was always broken, that’s how it was—always.”
    “Cass told you that because he was trying to prove a point. Why would Don send us back if we couldn’t change anything?” Sam asked. “If the scroll really was destroyed in 1954, we are going to change that.”
    “Well don’t count on the d-bag coming by to clarify any of it.”
    “There’s something else,” Sam admitted. “Whoever broke in was thorough. Not just a smash and grab job.”
    “So they were motivated. Had something particular in mind,” Dean said.
    “Could someone have overheard us, someone else who wants the scroll?”
    Dean exhaled loudly. “This is gonna be harder than I thought.”
    “In 2010, the last thing I loaded on the phone was the Wikipedia page for the scrolls. Probably no one will ever be able to recover it. But what if they can? What if there is someone out there—”
    “Who is a technological genius fifty years ahead of their time, and also cares about the scrolls? I don’t think so,” Dean said.
    Sam was silent. He knew he had to tell Dean the rest of the story, but couldn’t face letting his brother down. Finally, he gulped down a breath and bit the bullet.
    “There’s one more thing that’s missing. Ruby’s knife.”
    “Damn it, Sam—”
    “I know,” Sam replied, trying to head off Dean’s inevitable tirade.
    “You left the knife in the apartment? What were you thinking ? I thought I was supposed to be the dumbass?”
    “I didn’t leave it. Someone must have taken it off of me.”
    “What, so now we have ninjas after us?” Dean asked, exasperated.
    “There was this girl, in the hallway...” Sam trailed off, letting Dean’s imagination fill in the rest.
    “That’s just perfect. I mean, we’ve been porked before, but this takes the cake.” Dean took a breath. “Sammy? You there?”
    “Yeah, Dean. I’m here.”
    “With or without the knife, we gotta move forward,” Dean said, then added in an undertone. “This crate I saw, it had a bunch of markings on it, I think in Hebrew.”
    “Sounds right.”
    “My point is, if the package is in Hebrew, imagine what language the scroll itself will be in—”
    “You’re just thinking of that now?” Sam chided. “According to the books I found, similar texts from that region and time period were written in early Herodian square script, but that’s more the symbology than the language. The language would be Aramaic.”
    “Save it, Dan Brown. My point is, how are we gonna read this thing?”
    “I’m working on it,” Sam said. “Let’s worry about finding the scroll first.”
    “Good chat, Sam,” his brother responded, an edge in his voice. “I’ll try to track down the scroll before the Hamburglar catches up with me.