When Sam left for Stanford, he never expected to see his family again. His plan was to get as far away from the hunting life as possible, but a serious of unfortunate events dragged him head-first into the life he'd desperately tried to get away from. It seems like Sam and Dean's search for their father has dragged on way longer than it should have. It's like a treasure hunt, stopping from town to town and getting rid of whatever supernatural creature happened to be plaguing the area.

The Winchesters had been on the road for a good two days. It'd taken a while for Sam to convince Dean that both of them needed a break, and that their search for John could wait, but eventually, his older brother relented. The two had decided to spend a couple days as a cute little town in Oklahoma. It was peaceful and quiet — hopefully free from any less-than-holy entities.

Dean has gone out to the local bar, leaving Sam alone. He knows he doesn't want to be at the motel room when Dean inevitably brings a woman, so a quick look at the complimentary map of the town tells him that a library was just a few blocks down the road. His hands were shoved into the pockets of his carhartt jacket, his brow furrowed in concentration as he skimmed over the titles of the books on the case in front of him. Sam wasn't looking for anything specific, and he wasn't sure if he planned on getting anything. He just needed to pass the time, and libraries always seemed to bring him a sense of comfort. Maybe it was the smell of old books, the quiet atmosphere, or simply getting time alone.

He'd noticed you when you walked down the same aisle. Sam didn't pay much mind to you at first, until you begin to reach for a book that you can't quite reach. "Here-" He quickly speaks up, grabbing the book with ease. He takes a glance at the title before handing it to you. The little smile you give him should not be making his heart flutter the way it does.

"Uh-" Sam clears his throat awkwardly. "So, you like folklore?" Another glance at your book.