I cleaned up my mess before sitting back down at the library table with Charlie. I looked at her and she ignored me. She looked up to think and saw me looking at her.
"What?" she asked. I shrugged.
"I was told you were coming but wasn't given any information. Are you here to help with my training or something?" I asked. She looked genuinely confused.
"Training for what? I'm here to digitize the libraries card catalog. Dean told me I would have help, but I was expecting Kevin." She said. I raised an eyebrow.
"I'm here to be trained as a Man of Letters. But whose Kevin?" I asked. She rolled her eyes.
"You must be like super new if you haven't met Kevin. He is the Winchesters other wayward teen, although I don't actually know how old he is." She said. Before going back her computer. She typed for a moment while I sat in awkward silence. She popped her head up. "Should I make this a searchable java program, or private html?" She asked.
"Umm…" I hesitated.
"Never mind, you wouldn't know. Could you grab me a drawer from the card catalogue over there?" She asked. I knew a searchable java program would be easier to encrypt and more private and an html would be easier to assemble, but I wasn't going to say anything. I went over to the cabinet and grabbed the top left drawer, assuming it was the beginning of the catalogue. I brought it over to Charlie and she started entering the information from the cards.
I didn't really have anything to do so I read a book about the history the Men of Letters. Apparently they all died out '58, but before they had there was leagues of them. Currently there were three, not including Charlie and this Kevin guy, but there used to be twelve times that many scattered across the country. By the time I had read the last entry it was nearly one. I looked across the library to see Charlie intently typing away.
"Do you want me to make some lunch?" I asked her. Her head shot up.
"Sure, I guess. Tell me when its ready and we can chat." She gave a quick smile before returning to her work. I went into the kitchen and made up some tomato soup and grilled cheese in around twenty minutes, using the intercom to call Charlie to the kitchen. When she arrived we sat at the table. She smiled at the food and looked at me.
"Dig in, I guess." I said, looking at her. Her eyes widened and she started eating. She seemed very content all the way through the meal. When she was finished she looked back at me.
"So what's your story?" She asked. I shrugged.
"I don't really have one yet. I was 'daddy's dutiful daughter' up until a few days ago. Now, I'm here to become a Man of Letters except I have no clue what I'm doing." I told her. She nodded slowly.
"So what are you going to do? You can't just be around to cook, clean and catalogue. Are going to learn to be a hunter, or are you just going to read, or what?" She asked. I shrugged again.
"I have no clue. I will probably just try to learn as much about this paranormal stuff and being a Man of Letters as possible before actually deciding what to with my life." I said. I picked up the dishes and put them in the dishwasher. She stood up.
"I'm sure you will figure it out eventually. I never quite did, but I think you might. Now let's get back to work." She said.