AN: Newspaper Taxis - This is for you :D Word is DUST.
THINGS TO HATE
It hadn't been his ideal Sunday afternoon, sifting though old weathered tomes in dust jackets...
Sam, with his puppy eyes and stupidly dimpled grin had convinced him - a little reading would be good for you.
"Sam, I'm hungry." Dean complained. "A little reading - killing me."
Sam huffed, "just a few more pages. Go walk around or something."
Dean stood up leaving Sam's sight.
"Ouch...you little...you shouldn't run in the freaking library," The curses forced Sam to the back of the building. Dean cradled his stomach in pain glaring at a boy holding a large book. "I hate libraries."
AN: Please review