A/N: Because two chapters were not enough. For rei17, on her plot bunny. One hundred words exactly.
"Sir."
Damn.
"Sir?"
Dean lays both palms alongside his nose, presses them together.
"I'm going to have to ask you to leave."
Dean's eyes water as he gazes vaguely into the librarian's face, tries hard to look valuable. "Problubb?"
"There's a strict no-noise policy."
The itchy tingle buzzes, mounting.
"The thig is..." he can hardly draw enough air to speak... "if I dod't get dis article writted, by boss is gudda kill be."
Silence. Hope.
Then the sneeze explodes, catapults him forward so hard he bangs his head on the table.
"I'm sorry, sir."
He'll tell Sam the library burned down.
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