"THIS is your car?" Sam asked.
"Yea, why? You got a problem with it?" I raised my eyebrow at him. This is a beautiful car, he shouldn't.
"N-no. I just didn't expect you to drive a car this nice. Or this old. How old are you like 12?" he asked, appreciating my baby and opening the driver side door for me.
I glared at him.
"No. I'm 21. And how old are you, 47? Impressive you made it this long as a hunter." I got in the car and slammed the door, and then seriously apologized to my girl.
"Oh I'm so sorry baby, I'll never do it again." I rubbed the steering wheel. She's gotten me through most, I can't just mistreat her like this.
Sam watched me and laughed a little bit. As he walked around the car I wondered how he would fit. He was basically a giant, how did he even fit inside of Bobby's house.
I watched him as he went around the front of the car, opened the door and got in. His weight definitely made baby get closer to the ground but I couldn't help but laugh hysterically at how cramped he looked inside of her.
"Jesus, I really hit the nail on the head when I gave you the name sasquatch." I clutched my side, shit it hurt to laugh.
"You should hear what Crowley calls me." He rolled his eyes.
"Crowley? As in King of Hell, Crowley?" what the fuck, how did he know Crowley.
Right, he's a Winchester. Of course he knows Crowley.
"Yea, he calls me Moose." he looked at me then, and surprisingly enough he didn't look at anywhere else but my eyes.
I was quiet then. It's been so long since a guy, aside from Bobby, looked at anywhere but my chest or ass.
"You have the saddest eyes I've ever seen.." he whispered. My eyes widened then and I turned to look at the front again.
I cleared my throat and started the engine. What the fuck. My eyes aren't sad. They're just regular eyes. Regular hazel eyes.
"Whatever." I grumbled, speeding away.
The whole drive to the library, which took about 20 minutes, was silent. It was so awkward and I was too shocked to even turn on the radio. Sam commented on how up to date the stereo was, but all I did was nod.
Saddest eyes? What does that even mean honestly? My eyes are normal, hazel, Armenian eyes. Armenian eyes? What does that mean? Oh god, I'm drowning over here.
Okay Olivia. Breath. He was just making a passing comment, he wasn't hitting on you, he doesn't want anything from you except to get this case solved.
Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Ex-
"Hey, there's a parking space." Sam interrupted, pointing at a space pretty close to the libraries entrance.
"Right." I slowed down and parked.
As Sam got out of the car, he put his gun in the backseat.
"What are you doing, you might need that." I looked at him, and he smiled.
"Liv, it's a library. Pretty sure the biggest crime ever seen in there are overdue late fees." He ran a hand through his hair and closed the door.
Inhale. Exhale.