It had been an interesting week for everyone involved. Demons, angels, vampires, leviathans, humans, and so so many more things. Not to mention the half of a dead body Chuck had found behind the church. It was a lot to cope with.

Now, with things finally back to normal, Chuck decides to take a walk. To clear his head. To try and define what, exactly, normal is. And that's when he hears the music and sees a man, surrounded by papers and circular writing. He can't fight the curiosity, and he makes his way over to the other man.

"Is that... writing?" It doesn't look like any language he's ever seen. But it was circular and decorated and really, for all he knew it could be art.