Title:Libraries
Disclaimer:I do not own anything you recognize…
Warnings: Nope.
Notes:Nope.
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"I'm going to look up the murders," Sam tells his brother. It's a routine job: salt and burn. But they want to make sure they've got it all. So they're at the library: Sam scanning the reports from the police departments online. And Dean… well, Dean's got another idea.
"Alright," Dean replies. "Text me when you're done. I'll be over there." And he uses his thumb to gesture toward the front desk.
It's thirty minutes later when Sam's finished researching. The job's done and finished: he's sure of that now.
So he texts Dean. And ten minutes later, his brother's not there. So he sends out another text message. And Dean's still not there.
Finally, Sam calls Dean's phone and listens to the familiar AC/DC tune playing in the back of the library. He follows the sound to the last row and rounds it quickly. "What's taking you-" He stops abruptly because there's his brother laying on the floor some hot librarian riding him hard. And right next to Dean is the phone.
"Sammy," Dean yelps, sitting up, causing the girl to lose her balance. She grabs Dean's shoulders for balance.
"Oh God," is all he manages before running out of the library as fast as he can.
Fifteen minutes later, Dean's out of the library and slides into the Impala's front seat. Sam's in the passenger already, waiting for his brother.
"Dude, never again," Sam says.
"What," Dean asks. It was embarrassing, true, but really: a guy needs a good lay every once and a while.
"I'm never again letting you out of my sight in the library."
Dean just rolls his eyes. "Well, I have to say I see what you like about those places." Sam turns to his brother for the first time and arches an eyebrow. "I mean really: the things she showed me in those Karma Sutra books… wow."