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Library [12/03]

It had been almost a month since the explosion and Sam still wasn't sleeping well, so he'd headed to the library even earlier than usual today. (It was that or pretend to sleep so Illyria would have something to watch, and that still hadn't gotten less creepy.) Luckily, he'd been working in the library for so long that he could slip into autopilot when getting ready for the day, and finish everything without having to think.

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Sam had turned the computer off, and was sitting quietly at the desk, bitchfacing into thin air. It was his body's natural reaction to anger, after all.

It was hard for Chuck to miss the bitchface when he walked into the library for lunch. He quickly racked his mind for anything evil he might've done this week and decided that, whatever the problem was, it wasn't his fault.

"...are you okay?"

Sam almost said yes, out of the habit of lying, but he ended up shaking his head instead. "No, but it's nothing you need to deal with," he said. "How are you?"

"Fine, I guess. I've been investing myself in the adventures of Castiel and the Cat. It's thrilling," he said in a deadpan tone. He held out one of the cups he was holding. "Hot chocolate with an obscene amount of whipped cream?"

Sam hadn't been hungry, but that sounded really good. "Thanks," he said, going right into avoidance mode for his own issues. "Castiel's got a cat?"

"Uh, sort of. He found it in the graveyard and now it keeps hanging around him and attacking his shoes and stuff," Chuck said. "It's actually kind of cute."

"He has a hard enough time understanding humans, and we can talk back. I imagine he's having an interesting time with an animal," Sam said.

"I think he's finding the cat easier to please than us, once I explained a few things to him about what they liked," he said. "Animals aren't nearly as ridiculous with the whole emotions thing as humans are."

Probably why Chuck liked Sweetie a lot more than most people.

"Oh yeah, those emotion things are so terrible," Sam said dryly. It would be easier if he didn't have them, of course, but he couldn't imagine that. "I'm surprised you don't have a cat of some kind. I think you could be trusted with a pet."

"I have a monkey."

Of course Chuck Bass couldn't have a normal pet. Of course. "Like, a real monkey?" Sam asked.

Chuck nodded. "Yeah, a snow monkey. He was a gift from a girl I used to screw. Dean's seen him."

"That's...seriously adorable," Sam said. "Is that why he's not here, 'cause he might ruin your fierce image?"

"Are you kidding me? Sweetie's awesome. Way cooler than half the people here," Chuck said. "I had him here for a while but he's more of a city monkey, I think."

"As opposed to an island monkey?" Sam said, laughing now. "I'm sorry you can't have him here, but it's nice of you to help Castiel. I think he can use all the help he can get sometimes."

"It's not like I have anything better to do," Chuck said with a shrug. "I think I can relate to him a little too much. I don't know, feels like he and I are on the same emotional level most of the time."

"Really?" Sam asked, before he could tone down the surprise in his voice. "I just meant...you know, he's an angel and all, and you're...you."

Chuck smirked. "I said emotionally, not morally. I don't know if you've noticed but we're both not the touchy feely type."

"That's true," Sam admitted. "You're both more logical, and impossible to read sometimes too." Not that Sam tried that a lot with Chuck or anything.

"Yeah, well, if there's one thing my father taught me, it's to never let people know what you're really thinking," Chuck said. "You don't want to give anybody an easy way to take you down."

That was also the moral lesson from The Godfather but it sounded much better coming out of Bart Bass' mouth.

"Maybe, but you're not always around people who want to take you down," Sam said. "Sometimes, you shouldn't have to worry about that."

"You can never be too sure. My father doesn't even trust his own brother." Probably for good reason. Uncle Jack was borderline crazy. "Besides, it's not like I have to think about it or anything. Just comes naturally by now."

"Just like I bet it does with Castiel. Although, he was probably created that way," Sam said thoughtfully. "I guess it's good that you get along with each other so well."

"It's kind of screwed up but it works," Chuck said with a shrug. It's not like he was used to having normal relationships anyway.

He took a sip of his own hot chocolate and when he spoke next, he was saying the entire thing to the cup rather than to Sam. "I know we just spent time talking about how much of a failure I am when it comes to the whole emotional thing, and that it doesn't concern me anyway, but if you wanted to talk about what was bothering you, I mean, I'll listen. I care, you know."

"I know you do," Sam said, although honestly, he hadn't been completely sure about that until Chuck had said it first. "I like talking to you because you make me think about everything else except for what's bothering me. I don't want to bring you down or anything. I'd feel bad about that."

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