Library [01/21]

[likethegun]

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.

Comments

Re: Lunch [01/21]

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Sure I would," Dean said. "Dude, I always know how to find you."

Re: Lunch [01/21]

[likethegun]

"You finally put in that GPS chip while I was asleep?" Sam teased.

Re: Lunch [01/21]

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"What, didn't you know that was part of the deal with the tattoo?" Dean said with a straight face.

Re: Lunch [01/21]

[likethegun]

"You know, I'm not sure if I'd put that past you," Sam said. "It would make things easier for you, wouldn't it?"

Re: Lunch [01/21]

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"It would." Dean grinned. "I'm waiting for the teeny tiny spy cam I can plant."

Re: Lunch [01/21]

[likethegun]

"And what exactly would you be spying on?" Sam asked.

Re: Lunch [01/21]

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Whatever trouble you get yourself into."

Re: Lunch [01/21]

[likethegun]

"I don't get into trouble that much," Sam said. Sadly, he actually believed that.

Re: Lunch [01/21]

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean just looked at him.

Re: Lunch [01/21]

[likethegun]

"I'll get into trouble even less now that we have our tattoos?" Sam suggested.

Re: Lunch [01/21]

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"So when was the last time you had trouble then?"

Re: Lunch [01/21]

[likethegun]

"Last period," Sam muttered, before he could stop himself.

Re: Lunch [01/21]

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

That got Dean's full attention and he gave Sammy a sharp look. "What happened?"

Re: Lunch [01/21]

[likethegun]

"I finally met Chuck Bass in person," Sam replied. "He's every bit as pleasant as I imagined."

Re: Lunch [01/21]

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean scowled. "What did he do?"

Re: Lunch [01/21]

[likethegun]

"He was annoyed 'cause I questioned his sexual health on the radio," Sam explained. "So he came here to find me, I guess."

Re: Lunch [01/21]

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"He do or say anything to you I need to know about?" Dean asked.

Re: Lunch [01/21]

[likethegun]

Sam rolled his eyes a little. "I don't need you to go defend my honor, Dean, don't worry."

Re: Lunch [01/21]

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"So he did so something?"

Re: Lunch [01/21]

[likethegun]

"He was just an ass," Sam said. "He was trying to convince me that he's better than us and everyone else."

Re: Lunch [01/21]

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, at being a douche."

Re: Lunch [01/21]

[likethegun]

"It wasn't a big deal," Sam insisted. "It was just...unexpected."

Re: Lunch [01/21]

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"He's still a douche."

Re: Lunch [01/21]

[likethegun]

"Just don't ever expect to convince him of that. It won't work," Sam said.

Re: Lunch [01/21]

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"I'll settle for convincing him to keep his distance," Dean said.