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Librarian - [ Sam Winchester ]

Summary: You and Sam finally introduce yourselves to one another after he’s been frequenting your library for weeks

Word Count: 1392

Warnings: reader insert - [ was written with a female reader in mind but there is no mention of pronouns/description so it can really be read by any reader ], fluff

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You always loved working in the library. You loved the peaceful atmosphere, the smell of new books mixed with that of the old ones. You loved seeing which books people checked out and getting to hear their thoughts about those they’d returned. You loved recommending your own favourites to people and you always got so excited when they returned them with a smile on their face as that usually meant they enjoyed it, something you couldn’t help but puff up with pride over.

But most of all you enjoyed it because you got to see him. That tall, handsome, broad shouldered, brunette guy who’d often come in and sit alone in the corner, flicking through rather old and fragile looking books. You never could quite see just what he was reading but you knew it had to be interesting as he barely ever looked up from the browning pages beneath him.

You didn’t know his name. You’d never spoken to him, never so much as even seen him look back at you, but there was just something about him that you couldn’t quite shake. You knew it from the first day you saw him, and from the next day when you arrived at work dressed a little nicer than you usually did as you secretly wanted to impress him. Wanted him to notice you. But like every other day, this mysterious man never so much as uttered a word. He just sat in his usual spot, flicking away through enough books to start his own library.

It was the same almost every day, until today.

You’d been waiting for him to show up, your chin resting on your hand as you anxiously tapped your nails against the desk. He always arrived at the same time everyday but today he was a little later, something that intrigued you as he struck you as the type of guy with a routine. You were almost about to give up, to go back to sorting the newest additions to your tiny library when the door opened, the bell above it jingling softly as it did.

You didn’t know whether the shiver you felt was from the draught of the mid-autumn air that seeped in or whether it was from the sight of him walking in, but whatever it was, you didn’t care. He was here, only this time… He wasn’t alone.

“Why am I here, Sam?” His friend asked, peeved, as he gestured around him. After all this time you’d seen him, you’d never once heard his name. Sam. He looked like a Sam.

“Because, Dean…” Sam replied gruffly, grabbing Dean by the arm and dragging him towards his usual table that was tucked away in the corner. You couldn’t help the feeling you got over his voice. His deep, smooth voice that you could listen to for hours if he’d let you. “I’m sick of doing research by myself.”

“What are you talking about? You love research.” Dean protested, shaking his arm from Sam’s hold as you raised your eyebrow at his words. Research? You couldn’t help but wonder what kind of research he could be doing, especially when you’d taken a little peek at the books he’d returned yesterday and noticed they were all related to the supernatural.

You straightened, subtly fixing your hair as you began to busy yourself, stealing looks towards the two men in the corner of the room. The men you couldn’t help but think were brothers now, given the way they kept bickering towards one another, something that you couldn’t help but chuckle quietly over as you scanned new books into the system.

You were so deep into your own thoughts, one’s that may or may not have involved Sam, that you hadn’t even heard him approach the desk, not until you turned around and spotted him, his sudden presence making you jump in your skin.

“Sorry. I, uh, I didn’t mean to scare you.” Sam chuckled nervously, scratching the back of his head as you lowered your hand from your chest, where it had landed after he’d almost scared you half to death.

“No, no. It’s… It’s okay.” You breathed out, setting aside the book in your other hand as you gathered yourself. You couldn’t help but blush a little, the tips of your ears redder than the shirt that covered Sam’s chest. “Can I- Can I help you with something?” You asked, praying you didn’t seem as nervous as you felt.

“Yeah, actually…” He began, clearing his throat as his eyes shifted around him before they landed back on yours, sending a flutter throughout your stomach. “I was wondering, and this is gonna sound a little… out there, I guess, but uh, do you have any books on necromancy?”

“Necromancy?” You repeated, his request making you forget the nervousness you felt around him as you eyebrow raised, before it fell into a furrow as you couldn’t help but feel a sense of deja-vu. You moved closer, leaning your palms on the table before you asked. “You wouldn’t happen to know Bobby Singer would you?”

“Uh, how did you, uh, how did you know?” Sam asked, feeling as flustered as you might have felt had he not asked you for such a request.

“He used to come in here a lot, asking for all sorts of books on the supernatural world… Not to mention the half dozen different bible versions he would ask me for.” You said with a chuckle, hearing the rather nervous one leave Sam’s lips as nothing more than a breath. “Anyway, I uh, I should have what you’re looking for, somewhere that is… Follow me.”

You cocked your head in the general direction of the supernatural section, one that had grown exponentially after youl first met Bobby, as he always seemed to tell you that you needed to upgrade your collection, something you were glad for otherwise you’d have had to disappoint Sam.

The two of you walked in silence towards the back of the library, where you soon began scanning the shelf before your eyes landed on a specific old leather-bound book that sat amongst the other, you guessed it, old books. You pulled it out, being mindful of its weight and delicacy before you blew off a thin layer of dust and held it out towards Sam.

“Sorry about the dust… This section doesn’t see many guests other than you and well, Bobby… Although I haven’t seen him in a while.” You said with a touch of curiosity.

“Yeah, he uh, he usually just sends me now.” Sam chuckled, taking the book from you with a smile. “Says it saves him the trip.”

“I see.” You nodded, your smile wide enough to send a flutter through Sam’s chest. You folded your arms, glancing down at the ground before back up at him, your face heating terribly under his soft gaze. “Well, I’ll leave you to it but just let me know if there’s anything else you need… You know, books on witchcraft or whatever other weird and wonderful things you guys seem to like.”

Your words made Sam laugh softly, something that had your stomach tie itself together, in a good way obviously, but you just prayed it wasn’t showing on your face.

“Thanks, uh…” Sam began, his brows knitting together a little, forming a line between them. “You know, I’ve been coming here for a while now and I don’t even know your name.”

“Oh.” You seemed a little surprised that he seemed interested in learning your name, as like he said, he’d been coming here for a while now and had never asked. But when you heard him repeat your name, in a way you very much liked as it rolled off his tongue so velvety smooth that it sent a chill up your spine, you couldn’t help but wish you’d gathered up the courage to talk to him sooner.

“That’s a pretty name.” He said with what almost seemed like a flirtatious tone, one that would have had you on the floor had it been any stronger. He smiled once more before he turned on the spot and began to walk away, which made your stomach drop out of disappointment until he stopped and glanced back over his shoulder towards you. “My name’s Sam by the way… Sam Winchester.”

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random dialogue prompts #38

for adam ross please! there’s a severe lack of adam content out there

Random Dialogue - [ Adam Ross ]

Prompt: “You’re such a dork.” “Yeah, no wonder you’re so in love with me.”

Word Count: 707

Warnings: female!reader, fluff

A/N: idk if there’s much of an audience for adam out there but i love him so thank you to whoever suggested this! i hope you like it and i hope there’s others out there who do too

shoutout to @dumplingsjinson for the prompt list

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Waiting for test results was always slow and boring. There wasn’t much to do but stare at the screen and hope it went faster so you’d get the team one step closer to finding their killer, but unfortunately for all of you, these things took time. And a lot of it.

You couldn’t even do anything else whilst you waited as all your open case files were stuck in the waiting period as well. Same with Adam who was currently spinning in circles in front of his own screen, telling you facts about penguins of all things. You didn’t know exactly how the topic went from dirt trace found at the crime scene to penguins, but you weren’t exactly complaining.

You always loved hearing him ramble on about things that made him happy and if penguins happened to do that, then let’s just say you’d be stopping off at the store on your way home to buy him a stuffed one.

“And did you know that penguins adapted to fly underwater…” Adam continued, his chair squeaking quietly beneath him as he spun in slow circles. “I mean how crazy is that? Flying underwater?”

“That is crazy.” You replied softly, unable to help but smile at him as you leaned against your table, your chin propped up on your closed fist as you stared at him with nothing but adoration in your eyes.

“Right? See, most birds have these hollow, air-filled bones to help them stay light for flying. But penguins, they naturally adapted to have solid bones instead, that way it makes it easier for them to swim and they don’t just float up to the surface again.” He finished with a little wiggle of his hand through the air, as though mimicking that of a penguin floating to the surface of the ocean.

You chuckled softly to yourself, shaking your head a little as you couldn’t believe just how many strange, yet interesting, facts swam about inside his head. Ones that he often passed on to you and that you even found yourself repeating to others without realising.

You’ll never forget the day you ended up in the elevator with Mac and began to tell him all about the difference between brown bear fur and polar bear fur. He’d only said good morning to you, yet he got a lot more than he bargained for when you opened your mouth. Not to mention when the elevator came to a stop and he simply said ‘you’re spending too much time with Adam’ before walking away, leaving you drowning in embarrassment as your relationship with Adam had been on the down low back then… Or so you both thought.

But now that you were both out to the world officially, you simply didn’t care if people told you that you were spending too much time with Adam, because if you could, then you’d spend every single waking moment of your time listening to him talk.

“You’re such a dork.” You breathed out, a soft laugh mixed in there somewhere as you straightened from your slouched position. You could see how Adam blushed a little and you heard his own, little, awkward chuckle escape his lips as he realised he’d been rambling.

But he also knew you loved it when he would talk about complete and utter nonsense when you were both waiting on test results, as, like you’d told him many times when he apologised for doing so, it made the long wait that little bit less boring.

“Yeah, no wonder you’re so in love with me.” He exhaled as he stretched his arms over his head, unaware that you’d gotten to your feet and were currently making your way over to his little corner of the lab.

It wasn’t until he felt your hands land on his shoulders did he know you’d moved, and when you placed a sweet, gentle kiss on his cheek, just above the lining of his beard, he couldn’t help but smile. And it was a smile that grew just that little bit more when your next words reached his ears.

“You got that right.” You whispered, placing another soft kiss on his cheek. “I am so madly in love with you.”

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