[PS: this is totally AU, supernatural stuff never existed and Mary is still alive etc etc ;)]
As Sam Winchester gets into the Stanford library for his first day in his third year of grad school (what was he thinking when he has opted for law at first? Yeah, well, in truth, ancient languages were more his thing, but if you go with that, grad school is kind of the sanest option to choose), is that the new librarian is fucking hot.
Which, well, might not actually seem at first, because the guy isn’t exactly your standard of fucking hot.
He’s about thirty, maybe a bit older, with brown hair so dark that it borders on black, wears a suit (which is weird enough because Sam has never seen a librarian with a suit around here) and looks not exactly small but still, kind of subdued. Sam hadn’t really noticed anything out of the ordinary when he got to the desk with his request, and then the librarian raises his head and fuck, Sam finds himself staring into breathtaking blue eyes. He doesn’t think that he has seen eyes of a purer shade of blue in his whole life; and they come with regular and delicate but-not-too-feminine lines on the guy’s face, a straight nose and two pink, full, slightly chapped lips which just beg to be kissed.
Sam realizes he’s staring and then shakes his head and asks for his books. The guy nods and goes to retrieve them, and meanwhile Sam catches the name on his tag. Castiel N., it says, and duh, well, weird name, but it seems kind of appropriate.
“These are your books. I assume you already know how to return them since you’re most definitely not a freshman,” the libra- Castiel says as Sam takes them. Two things happen, then: first thing, their fingers brush and Sam notices that Castiel’s fingers are warm and quite soft to the touch; second, that he hears Castiel’s voice. And fuck. It’s low, dark, and if you didn’t pay attention you’d say even close to flat, but it you do it really isn’t, and Sam is really glad that the librarian can’t see what’s going on below his waist.
“Oh. Yeah. Thank you,” Sam blurts, before getting out of Dodge as fast as he can.
--
When that night he calls his brother (who is still in Lawrence and has bought the auto shop off their dad, and Sam doesn’t think he has ever heard him sound happier), he already expects the comments.
“Dude, what? The librarian, now? Gross.”
“Hey, he’s… like, thirty, maybe thirty-two, not fifty. And he’s hot.”
“Yeah, like I trust your judgment on that. Alright, I’ll trust it on the hot part of it, but…”
“God, Dean, not about Ruby again. I fucked up there, okay? I know. No need to remind me.”
“Yeah, well, at least you’re seeing the light. I’ll give you that she was hot. But considering that all the girls you dated weren’t that much better, I guess that maybe you could give the other side a shot. Maybe it’ll go better.”
“Shut it, jerk.”
“Grad school or not, you’re totally still a fourteen-year-old bitch. But well, you really like the guy, go for it. Just check, before you get into his pants.”
Sam’s cheeks are red when he closes the conversation.
--
Still, he spends the next three weeks loaning a lot more books than he needs.
Sam/Castiel, AU + sort of staring + movies + GRAD SCHOOL ROM COM OR SOMETHING, PG13-ish, 1/4?
As Sam Winchester gets into the Stanford library for his first day in his third year of grad school (what was he thinking when he has opted for law at first? Yeah, well, in truth, ancient languages were more his thing, but if you go with that, grad school is kind of the sanest option to choose), is that the new librarian is fucking hot.
Which, well, might not actually seem at first, because the guy isn’t exactly your standard of fucking hot.
He’s about thirty, maybe a bit older, with brown hair so dark that it borders on black, wears a suit (which is weird enough because Sam has never seen a librarian with a suit around here) and looks not exactly small but still, kind of subdued. Sam hadn’t really noticed anything out of the ordinary when he got to the desk with his request, and then the librarian raises his head and fuck, Sam finds himself staring into breathtaking blue eyes. He doesn’t think that he has seen eyes of a purer shade of blue in his whole life; and they come with regular and delicate but-not-too-feminine lines on the guy’s face, a straight nose and two pink, full, slightly chapped lips which just beg to be kissed.
Sam realizes he’s staring and then shakes his head and asks for his books. The guy nods and goes to retrieve them, and meanwhile Sam catches the name on his tag. Castiel N., it says, and duh, well, weird name, but it seems kind of appropriate.
“These are your books. I assume you already know how to return them since you’re most definitely not a freshman,” the libra- Castiel says as Sam takes them. Two things happen, then: first thing, their fingers brush and Sam notices that Castiel’s fingers are warm and quite soft to the touch; second, that he hears Castiel’s voice. And fuck. It’s low, dark, and if you didn’t pay attention you’d say even close to flat, but it you do it really isn’t, and Sam is really glad that the librarian can’t see what’s going on below his waist.
“Oh. Yeah. Thank you,” Sam blurts, before getting out of Dodge as fast as he can.
--
When that night he calls his brother (who is still in Lawrence and has bought the auto shop off their dad, and Sam doesn’t think he has ever heard him sound happier), he already expects the comments.
“Dude, what? The librarian, now? Gross.”
“Hey, he’s… like, thirty, maybe thirty-two, not fifty. And he’s hot.”
“Yeah, like I trust your judgment on that. Alright, I’ll trust it on the hot part of it, but…”
“God, Dean, not about Ruby again. I fucked up there, okay? I know. No need to remind me.”
“Yeah, well, at least you’re seeing the light. I’ll give you that she was hot. But considering that all the girls you dated weren’t that much better, I guess that maybe you could give the other side a shot. Maybe it’ll go better.”
“Shut it, jerk.”
“Grad school or not, you’re totally still a fourteen-year-old bitch. But well, you really like the guy, go for it. Just check, before you get into his pants.”
Sam’s cheeks are red when he closes the conversation.
--
Still, he spends the next three weeks loaning a lot more books than he needs.