AN: Hopefully, I get the fifth and final chapter up tonight yet. Thanks for reading!

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People referred to Elizabeth Hennessy as The Old Lady, but she didn't mind. After all, it was usually said with affection, and she was pretty old.

Besides college, she'd never lived anywhere but Trader's Gap, and she'd never married or had children. She came from old money, but you'd never know it. She lived in a neat little house off main street and walked everywhere, and treated a dirty two-year-old with the same respect as she would have given the president. Add to that the fact that she'd worked for forty years as the town's librarian without ever accepting a salary, she was greatly beloved. Everyone smiled to see her thin, upright figure coming.

However, Elizabeth had one significant flaw that had plagued her for her entire life: she wanted to know everything about everyone. She'd long ago pledged to herself that she would only repeat the positive, but she listened to all of it with an avidness that embarrassed her.

There had been some very interesting facts that she'd learned over the years. Some from listening. Some from the strange old books she'd inherited and kept in a little used corner of the library. But she kept faithfully to her dictum to only share the good, while learning as much as she could.

So when a handsome stranger with a dangerous air came into the library where Elizabeth was spelling Tina, Elizabeth studied him carefully.

Cheap clothes. Dirty boots. In need of a shave. I'll have to focus on his good looks when I talk about him, Elizabeth thought. She didn't see much else to recommend him. And his request for the science fiction section was obviously specious.

But then the man gestured toward the door and two of the most adorable boys she'd ever seen walked in hand in hand.

They weren't especially clean or well groomed, and their clothes were a bit too big. Elizabeth should have been wary; after all, some parents treated the library like free daycare. And children this young -- maybe 3 or 4 and 7 or 8 -- could be very disruptive. But when the boys raised big eyes to Elizabeth, she melted.

"I have some research to do," said the father. "Do you mind if I get my boys some books to read quietly?"

Elizabeth was sunk. "Of course not. I can read to them if you like." She held out a hand. "I'm Elizabeth Hennessy."

He took it carefully in a big paw and pretended he was going to kiss it before giving her a jaunty grin and just shaking it. "I'm John, and these are my boys, Dean and Sammy. And there's no need for you to read to them. Dean is a very good reader and he'll help his brother."

You're trouble, is what you are, mister, Elizabeth thought, but she was charmed by the little family against her will. "I'll help you boys find some books and you can sit at the table over there." She stepped out from behind the counter and the older boy -- Dean -- slipped in front of his brother protectively.

"Sammy doesn't like scary books," he informed her solemnly, bright green eyes staring at her intently.

"I don't either," said Elizabeth honestly. "I'll get you a pile and just put any you don't think are appropriate for your brother aside so I can reshelve them. Dean nodded as if she'd imparted great wisdom. He led his brother to the table and the latter peeked over his shoulder to send Elizabeth a grin and a little wave, revealing dimples as deep as his father's.

Once Elizabeth had the boys settled with books, she not so subtly listened in as Dean read, enjoying the creative additions he made to the stories.

Then she realized exactly where John was doing his research. She bit her lip and looked over at the little boys again.

Then The Old Lady, who had secrets her neighbors couldn't have guessed in a million years, did something she'd never done before. She warned John she was stepping out for five minutes. Behind the library, Elizabeth dialed her phone.

"Hello, Mr. Singer. It's Elizabeth Hennessy, the one who helps you find rare books. Well, how was I supposed to know if you knew another Elizabeth Hennessy? There's no reason to be rude. Listen, I think there's...a man like you here." She pictured Sam and Dean's sweet little faces. "Mr. Singer, he needs your help."

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Scealai: Hopefully, all five up in one day! Enjoy the chocolate...save a few for me!

Lena: I found that episode so sad, too, especially Sam's face when he realizes how bad Dirk had it...and when he wonders if he could have helped Paul if he'd stayed. I know there were funny moments, like Dean as the gym coach, but overall it was so sad. I detest bullies myself. I'm so glad you liked Gregory. What did you think of Elizabeth? She might be fun to write about again.