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Library [02/03]

When Sam got to the library today, he didn't waste any time before finding a book and a hiding place among the shelves. His spots were getting embarrassingly worse, and he didn't want to have to talk to anyone if he didn't have to. The fact that anyone who came in could probably follow the smell of chocolate to find him didn't make him feel very secure though.

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He'll come out if someone needs him. Darn that sense of responsibility.

Claire showed up early today, before her class, because she wanted to talk to Sam.

She was a little puzzled not to find him behind the desk. "Sam?" she called.

Sam didn't respond, hoping that maybe Claire didn't really need help, but when he peered out to look at her, he accidentally knocked a shelf's worth of books to the floor.

Yeah, it was going to be that kind of day.

The noise made her jump, which led to her dropping the hot coffee and hot chocolate she was carrying, burning her hands and making quite a mess.

"Sam!" That whole libraries being quiet places didn't matter at the moment, since she was afraid he was under attack. She found him and looked for a threat. "Are you okay?"

Sam looked up from trying to get the books back in order, and gave Claire a sheepish look. "Uh, yeah. Hi," he said, noticing her hands. "Are you okay?"

"Huh, I'm fine," Claire said, glancing down at her hands and watching the burns heal. "What are you doing over here?"

"Um, just cleaning," Sam said with a nervous laugh. "And maybe hiding a little. I didn't mean to startle you like that, sorry."

"It's okay," she said. "I just thought something was wrong."

She sniffed. "Why does it smell like chocolate over here? Did you spill hot chocolate earlier?"

"Yes?" Sam said quickly, before sighing and shaking his head. "No, it's me. I think the island hates me again."

"Why? What's wrong?" Claire asked. "Are you sick?"

"Kind of?" Sam said, standing up and pulling up his sleeves to show her the spots on his arms. "They itch and I smell funny now." He didn't mean to sound whiny but, well, he itched and smelled funny.

Claire frowned. "You smell like chocolate. I wonder if it has something to do with the dunk tank."

"Yeah, I think I spent too much time in the tank or something," Sam said, sighing. "Are you sure you're okay?" Oh, what he wouldn't give to be able to heal himself right now.

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Chuck came in around his usual time and sighed when he saw Sam wasn't at the front desk. He was always making more work for him.

"Winchester, don't make me come looking for you," Chuck called out. "I might get lost and then you'll feel really guilty when they find me dead weeks later in the non-fiction section."

"You won't get lost," Sam called out from his hiding spot, before realizing that might not help his situation. "I mean, you're right, the library's really big. You should go before you get swallowed up or something."

"Oh, well, in that case I'll just go along on my merry way then," Chuck said, rolling his eyes. He placed the food he brought on the front desk and made his way towards the stacks of books. "Or not."

"I don't need lunch today, it's okay. You can have all the food yourself," Sam said, holding a book up in front of his face like that would do any good.

"I love salad, Sam, I really do. But if I ate two of them I'd probably throw up," Chuck said. He turned a corner and found Sam. "What the hell is wrong with you?"

And why did it smell so good in here?

"You brought me salad?" Sam asked, because that was totally a great diversion. "Nothing's wrong with me, really."

"Yes, I did. Burgers every week is gross," he said. "And there's obviously something wrong with you because you've seem to have gotten a book attached to your face."

Sam lowered the book so Chuck could see some of the spots creeping up along his neck. "The island hates me again," he said. It was kind of the story of the last four years of his life.

Chuck attempted to look sympathetic to Sam's situation. "Oh, Sam. That's just...awful."

The whole straight face attempt failed when Chuck burst out laughing.

Sam glared at Chuck. "Don't think I won't throw this at you just because it's a library book," he said.

"Come on, it's kind of funny," Chuck said. "Is that chocolate smell you too?"

"Yes," Sam said, sighing deeply. "I think I was in the chocolate tank too long and...I don't even know, but it sucks."