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Library [01/21]

Sam wasn't about to let a little power outage keep him out of the library. After all, without television or other entertaining electronics, the odds of someone coming in to get a book was a lot higher. At least, that was Sam's hope.

The windows in the library gave him enough light to get by, but he still had flashlights at the desk. A little extra light by which to read was never a bad thing.

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Sam had already made the conscious decision that that was a nice voice before realizing he probably shouldn't have that kind of thought.

"Yeah, I'm Sam," he said with a nod.

"Oh, good. Got it on the first try," he said. "I wasn't about to waste time looking all over the town for you. I'm nowhere near that bored."

"You've been looking for me?" Sam asked, confused and maybe a little concerned.

Chuck shrugged. "What can I say? There's not much to do when the power is out. I figured now was a good time as any. If we're going to throw insults at each other over the radio, I figure we should meet at least once."

That got Sam to straighten up a little, as there was really only one person he threw insults at these days. "Chuck?" he guessed. "Nice to finally meet you." There might not have been as much sarcasm in that statement as necessary.

"Likewise," Chuck said, though there wasn't much feeling in it. "You guessed that pretty quickly. Either I'm doubting your Nancy Drew skills or you're not in the habit of accusing many people of having diseases. I'm flattered."

"Well, there aren't many people who get on my brother's bad side," Sam said. "You're kind of special, if you want to think about it like that."

"If it makes a difference, he started it," Chuck said oh-so-maturely. "But I doubt we would have gotten along either way. Personality clashes and all that."

Also Dean dressed atrociously.

"He might have started it," Sam said, because hi, he'd met Dean, "but you escalated it. You're right that you probably wouldn't have gotten along though. Dean and I don't do well with self-righteousness."

"I'm not sure self-righteousness is quite the word you're looking for," he said thoughtfully. "That word echoes morality and virtue and, well...as others can attest, my moral fiber is torn to shreds."

Chuck was trying to be helpful. Sort of.

"You're aware of that, you're willing to admit it, and yet you still act like you're better than everyone else?" Sam said. "How does that make sense?"

It made sense because he was Chuck Bass, duh. He didn't think Sam would get the implications of that so he just shrugged innocently instead. "I don't think I'm acting but I guess it's a matter of opinion."

His opinion was the right one, of course.

His opinion was only the right one when it wasn't the opposite of Sam's.

"My opinion is that the more amazing someone claims to be, the worse they actually are," he said. "A little humility goes a long way."

Sam's opinions sucked. That was just a fact.

"Now don't you think that's kind of judgmental?" he asked, looking amused. See, this is why he came in here today. You can't get entertainment like this from the TV. "I could be just as amazing as I claim to be. You don't know."

"If you were really amazing, you wouldn't mess with Dean," Sam said. That was a fact too, as far as he was concerned. "The two of you might even get along, and then I wouldn't have to dislike you."

"I'm not messing with him. It's just whenever we have conversations they always seem to end in glaring and insults," he clarified. "That's not entirely my fault."