John hauled himself up somewhat reluctantly and walked over to look through the cabinet's contents, snorting softly at what he found. "Christ, Zee. This much Disney shouldn't be allowed in an adult's house," he called. "...oh, all right, here we go. Got some Steven King here, The Craft--hate that movie, they got just enough right to get some fuckwit kid in real trouble...bunch of chick flicks..."

He laughed suddenly, pulling a case out and turning to flash the cover at Crowley. The Prophecy. "Heh. You ever seen this one?"