Whenever Dean had walked into the library to find out more about the local history he had been expecting to feel bored out of his mind within five minutes. He hadn't been expecting the librarian to be so hot. It made it difficult for him to focus. His eyes were on the computer in front of him (not really). They kept darting over the screen to look at you.

He watched as you pushed your glasses up the bridge of your nose with a soft sigh. He didn't last much longer. No, he couldn't. He stood abruptly, striding over the to the front desk where you sat, flipping through the pages of some novel. 'Who knew reading was sexy', he thought Adam he watched you. He only admired you for a second (a minute and a half) before clearing his throat to get your attention.

You quickly looked up, haphazardly tossing a scrap of paper on the page you were reading before closing the book and setting it aside. You stood, pushing your glasses up, before looking straight at Dean. A sheepish smile graced your features.

"How can I help you?" You asked, your cheeks blushing a soft pink. You felt the heat creep down your next too. It wasn't your fault that the man who had caught you reading was so... attractive. It wasn't often that someone like him walked in here.

"Uh," Dean froze for a second before recovering. "I am working on a research project. I can't seem to figure out where to find anything on the Crowley Estate."