Oh, there's no knocking off, mate. They're already long gone. Seems the two of you are a bit late. We all are.

[ His tone is...reserved. Distant. Angry. Upset.

He steps around Dean then, moving a few steps towards one of the bookshelves. At least nothing here is burned out like in the library. ]

See, that's where you're getting it all messed up in your head, Chris. Wasn't a witch that taught me. You got a thing called mages in your reality?

[ Not that Annie was much of a mage. She had magic, but, well, it's easier to call themselves mages than go into the details. Details being that they were kids who were screwing around. Oh, both of them had the bit of magic to their touch. Annie just called it quits after a certain point.

He went right into Hell. ]