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Library [02/18]

After spending the previous evening drinking, getting into a fight, having quality time in jail, and finding out that Chuck Bass was actually kind of human, Sam was hoping for a quiet day in the library that would be kind to his mild hangover. He was never, ever drinking on a Tuesday night again. Probably.

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"There wasn't anything in the drinks," Sam said. "We just talked about some stuff, and it turns out he's not so bad sometimes."

"Maybe when he's unconscious," Dean allowed.

Sam rolled his eyes at Dean. "Anyway, we were out late, so I didn't get a ton of sleep. Therefore, hangover. I'll be fine." Now seemed like a good time to get the pie out and slide the plate over to Dean. "Here, I liberated this from class yesterday."

Since Dean was the one who taught Sammy distraction was an intregral part of lying well, he was instantly suspicious. "What aren't you telling me?" he asked, narrowing his eyes. He still did take the pie though, because pie.

"Nothing," Sam said innocently. Someday, he was going to be able to lie to Dean, and he was hoping today was that day.

"Bullshit," Dean declared.

"Nothing, Dean. Just eat your pie."

"I can eat my pie while I listen to you come clean," Dean said. "I'm multitalented like that."

"I have nothing to come clean about!" Sam said, as convincing as he could be.

Dean took a bite of pie and just looked at him.

"It's not a big deal?" Sam said uncertainly. "It's nothing you need to worry about."

"If it was nothing I need to worry about you would've just told me straight out."

"You don't need to worry," Sam said, before adding, "You're just gonna get pissed."

"And you think making me guess is going to make me less pissed?" Dean asked pointedly.

Sam sighed. "Promise me you won't tell Dad."

"Yeah, like I've made a history of ratting you out," Dean said, then rolled his eyes. "Fine, I promise."

Dean was sincere enough for Sam to feel slightly more comfortable, but he still looked pretty nervous about talking. "After Chuck and I had been drinking for a little while, he accidentally insulted this girl. He apologized, but her boyfriend was pissed, so he went after Chuck and...I don't know what I was thinking, but I stopped him and punched him out so he'd leave us alone."

Dean shook his head. "Y'know if someone is begging for it, sometimes Sammy you need to just step aside and let them take it."

"But Chuck wasn't begging for it," Sam said. "The guy was an ass."

"Yeah, well, if Bass is going to go around insulting girls -- what did he say anyway?"

"I don't know, I couldn't hear," Sam said. That wasn't entirely a lie - he hadn't heard the exact conversation, even if he'd managed to pick up bits of it. "But Chuck said it was a misunderstanding."

"Yeah, I don't believe that for a second."

Sam sighed. "Anyway, the guy got pissed when I hit him, obviously, and some people called the cops."

"And you got out of there before the cops arrived?" Dean said hopefully.

Sam looked down at his hands as he shook his head.

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