Hey there folks! Starting yet another one before finishing all of the others, but hey, this plot bunny wanted out. Just a few tidbits before we begin. 1. Remember our little cupid/cherub friend that told Sam and Dean their parents were a match made in heaven? He's making another appearance! Awesome right?! lol XD 2. This may seem a little OOC, but remember when I said that the cherub guy was back? Remember how his 'victims' forgot about almost everything else and moved a bit faster than what was normal? Yeah, that happens here, so no flames, you've been warned! 3. The rating is subject to change as the story unfolds, but for now, I'm giving it a T just to be on the safe side. Now that all of that is taken care of, thanks for clicking on this story! Happy reading! -Veronique

Sam Winchester walked into the library expecting what he always did: upwards of six hours of doing nothing but research. What he didn't expect, was to run head on into a teetering pile of books.

Sam rubbed his head as someone apologized profusely, over and over. He then realized, that not only was he covered in fallen books, there was another, softer weight on his stomach and legs. It dawned on him that the books he'd run into had to have been carried by someone, so it made sense that that someone had fallen on top of him. He blinked and looked up, only to see a young woman trying to disentangle her dress from his legs.

Sam blushed and tried to help, but ended up just knocking heads with the poor girl. "I'm so sorry!" he said, rubbing his head again. The girl smiled up at him, blushing slightly and rubbing her own head.

"It's alright. I should have watched where I was going." She blushed again and looked away, trying once again to stand, only to have her dress catch under her toe. Sam, who was half standing by now, caught her by the elbows and ended up staring into the greenest eyes he had ever seen. He blushed and helped her to her feet. They stood that way for a moment before the girl looked away and cleared her throat.

"I'm not usually so clumsy," she said. "That's the third time this week!" She seemed genuinely distressed, but she bent over and began to pick up the fallen books from the floor. Sam bent over to help her, careful not to knock his head a third time. He handed her the books, reading titles from all sorts of genres. He internally wondered whether she worked here, or if she was reading all of them.

When he handed her the last book, she'd formed two piles, instead of one, and was carrying them both with ease, a slight smile of thanks gracing her lips. "Thank you so much for helping me," she said, blushing slightly. "I'm surprised the library hasn't fired me yet." She gave a small laugh and Sam felt his stomach do a flip.

He was surprised at himself. This girl wasn't like the girls he normally liked, or what Dean liked for that matter. She was plain, with mouse brown hair that was coming loose from her braid, wearing a peach colored dress with pink gladiolus flowers on the side and a rose colored cardigan. She stood only to his shoulder and seemed incredibly thin, even for one so small. She looked far too young to be a librarian, but Sam had seen worse things in his life.

He smiled at her, and took one of the stacks of books from her arms. "Where would you like these?"

The girl adjusted the books in her arms and said, flicking her head to the right, "this way." She then turned in that direction and began walking between the shelves. Sam watched her back as he followed her, admiring the way she swayed as she walked. It wasn't anything sexual, it just seemed as if she was skating rather than walking. Sam stopped when he saw her place her pile of books onto an empty table, and placed his own right next to it.

The girl smiled up at him, and said, "Thanks again, and if there is anything you need help finding, just ask." Then she took a few of the books and began to walk away towards one of the shelves.

Suddenly, Sam found his manners and called softly, "I never got your name."

The girl turned and blushed. "Linette... Linette McGuffrey." She smiled, "and you are?"

Sam gave a shy grin, "Sam Winchester." The girl smiled brighter and then walked away, leaving Sam's heart pumping a little faster and his stomach in knots. He'd never felt this sort of attraction to anyone, not even Jessica. With every other girl, it was mostly a primal, "need to procreate" kind of attraction. He'd never felt so light headed before.

Sam found a table where he could watch Linette work without being seen, and pulled out his laptop and his phone. Setting his phone aside, he flipped open the laptop and powered it up, his mind still on the clumsy girl putting away books. Letting his eyes wander, he watched as she stood on her tip-toes to gently push a book into place on the second highest shelf. Her slender fingers lightly brushed the spine, and Sam thought he saw a small smile on her face as she did so.

She then veritably twirled to get the next few books, and Sam got the immediate impression that she was a dancer, or at least wanted to be. Then, as if to prove his theory, Linette began to waltz between the shelves, placing the books into their correct places with ease and never once missing a beat in her silent dance. Sam was just beginning to imagine her on a dance floor when she suddenly bumped into a man and sprawled on the floor.

The man hadn't moved an inch from the impact, but he turned around and looked down at her with a strange expression on his face. Sam was immediately on high alert, and quietly put his stuff back into his bag, never once taking his eyes off of the pair. The man had helped her up and handed Linette the books she had dropped. To Sam's disgust, Linette was watching the man with awe, her mouth hanging open slightly. Then the man took her hand and bent over it, giving Linette's knuckles the lightest kiss.

Sam felt something hot flood his stomach when he saw a blush creep across the back of Linette's neck. He shook his head slightly, confused as to what he was feeling, and walked towards Linette, who was now alone. He cleared his throat and made her jump. Linette turned to him and brushed her palm against her dress. She was still blushing slightly, but she smiled up at Sam. "Hello again," she said. "Find everything you need?"

Sam nodded, "I saw you fall over, and wondered if you were ok."

Linette blushed again. "Oh, I'm fine," she said, setting the last book back on the shelf. "But thank you for being so concerned." She smiled up at him, making the butterflies return to his stomach. "I usually just get mean looks from those I run into."

Sam felt his throat clench a little at the sad expression on Linette's face, but the sensation lifted when she smiled. Sam smiled as well and then looked down at his watch. He knew Dean was out gathering information for their latest case, but he also knew that he wouldn't be home until the next morning. Sam cleared his throat and asked, "What time do you get off? I was hoping you'd join me for coffee."

Linette's mouth formed a surprised 'o' and she blushed. "S-sure," she said, pulling out a tiny watch from a hidden pocket on her dress. "It looks like I get off in an hour." She began to walk away but then turned to look at him. "Wait for me at the cafe on the corner of Lindale and West." Linette grinned and walked away. Sam grinned and looked at his feet.

Strolling out of the library, he felt as though he was walking on air. Suddenly his phone rang and he read the caller-id. "Dean. What's up?"

"I got a statement from that hot police chick, as well as her number, and I also got the story from the old guy that supposedly saw it and- Sam are you even listening?"

Sam had been humming to himself, looking up at the clouds and thinking of Linette when Dean's voice brought him back to the present. "Yeah, sorry, I'm listening."

"If you were listening then what was the last thing I said before I called your name?"

Sam sighed. He heard Dean scoff, "of course you weren't listening... What's her name?"

Sam blanched. "What?"

"What's her name? The girl you were thinking about."

"I'm not thinking about a girl."

"Suuurrrre, but you'd only fail to pay attention if you'd found something on the case or if it was some girl. Now tell me, what's her name?"

Sam sighed in defeat. "Her name's Linette."

"Linette? Sounds kinda like a French maid..." Sam could almost see his brother's smirk. "What does she look like?"

"Not your type."

"Not my- Sam, you obviously haven't realized from the vast array of women I've slept with, that I don't have a type."

"Yeah, you do. You always buy the same exact porno mags."

"Bitch."

"Jerk." Sam sighed. "She's not usually what I'd find attractive either."

"How so? Does she have a fake leg?" Dean's smirk could be heard in his voice, making Sam scowl.

"No. She's just sort of plain, but in a good way."

"Plain? Like generic, run of the mill kind of plain?"

"No, like the middle ground between drop-dead gorgeous and overweight nerdy chick."

Dean was silent for a moment. "Huh." Sam could almost feel Dean's smile. "So she's that kind of plain, huh? Well, are you going to go out with her? Did you get her number?"

"No, I didn't get her number, but I am meeting her for coffee, in about forty-five minutes."

"Way to go Sammy-boy! Well, I'll let you have fun on your date, while I give that hot cop a ring. Good luck with the research." Dean hung up and Sam shook his head. Leave it to Dean to get laid during every case. Sam huffed and slid his phone into his pocket.