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Library [02/11]

Sam was still thrown off from the weekend, and nearly overslept to the point of being late to open the library. Luckily, he was no stranger to a little early morning running.

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"I wouldn't give you disapproving looks if you took better care of yourself," Sam said. Not that he cared or anything, geez.

"I'm touched at your concern," Chuck said as he unbuttoned his shirt.

Actually, the concern, fake or not, made him uncomfortable. He liked it better when people outright hated him. Easier to deal with.

Somehow, watching Chuck start to take his shirt off hadn't made Sam realize that he was going to do it here until now, and he prayed for no librarian intervention. "Is your shoulder just hurting?" he asked.

Chuck wasn't too shy about public nudity in any form, no.

"Well, my stomach is upset but I figure that's due to all the brownies I ate last night," Chuck said, shrugging his shirt off. He smirked "But that probably wasn't what you meant. It's just my shoulder that's hurting still."

Sam scowled a little, and went to take the bandage off, just enough that he could check the wound. "Is that how you enticed the room full of girls to sleep with you? By giving them brownies?"

"Pretty much," Chuck said, deciding to take Sam's use of "sleep" at it's most literal definition. "Women like to pretend they're complicated but I know better."

"Some women are complicated," Sam said. "But I guess I just don't know the magic secrets like you do."

"Try not to lose too much sleep over that," Chuck said. "We can't all be as amazing as I am."

"I'm pretty happy with how amazing I am," Sam said. "I mean, I'm better at medical stuff than you are, or you wouldn't keep coming to me for help."

He pulled the bandage back carefully and checked Chuck's shoulder. "You haven't pulled the stitches out, so that's a good thing. You probably just need to lay off the strenuous activities for a little while longer. You know, use your other hand with the ladies and all."

"You want me to say no next time someone offers to blow me?" Chuck asked. And he had been using his other hand, dammit.

"It won't kill you, I promise," Sam replied.

"I can't guarantee anything," Chuck told him. "But I'll think about trying to restrain myself."

"Good," Sam said, unable to resist smiling as he got the bandage back onto Chuck. "You are healing up, I promise."

"Good. I'm getting sick of this crippled crap," Chuck said, laying his tie over Sam's shoulder so he wouldn't have to hold on to it himself while he put his shirt back on.

Chuck using people as furniture was a sign of affection, really. And it was Armani so it totally wasn't going on a table.

"For the record, Winchester, I didn't go to the clinic because I don't want my father knowing about any of this," he said.

Sam glanced at the tie, but supposed it could have been worse - at least Chuck was getting dressed before he could get too embarrassed.

"I guess that makes sense," he admitted. "I imagine he wouldn't be too pleased, so it's probably easier for him to not know."

"Don't need to give him more ammo against me," Chuck said, mostly to himself. He took the tie off Sam's shoulder and started putting it on with a scary amount of skill.

For someone who despised Chuck not too long ago, Sam was really surprised by the idea that Chuck's own father might not be that fond of him either. "No, that doesn't sound good at all," he said weakly.

Since Sam had helped him out again, Chuck bit back any comment he had about stating the obvious, opting instead to give him a slight look of contempt while he finished putting on his tie.

"Yes. Well. I'm sure he'll find something else to be disappointed about soon enough," Chuck said. He rolled his shoulder slightly, almost as to check to make sure Sam hadn't done anything weird while he was back there. "I suppose I should thank you again, Winchester."

That didn't mean he would, but he realized he probably should.

Sam understood disappointed fathers. He understood that quite well, in fact. But this was still Chuck he was dealing with, and as much as he wondered if empathizing with him would do any good, he couldn't quite bring himself to do it.

"You don't need to do that," he said. "The knowledge that you might skip sex, even if it's just once, to help your shoulder is thanks enough."

Chuck managed to smile at that. "I wouldn't get my hopes up if I were you."

Then again, if Chuck were Sam, he'd also stop wearing flannel and get a decent pair of shoes.

"I'll see you around, Winchester," Chuck said, heading towards the door.

"Yes, I'm sure you will," Sam replied. That was the way his luck worked, after all.

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