Adam sighed, running a hand through his hair as he stared at the scattered books in front of him. Sam and Dean had dumped research duty on him—again—while they were out interviewing witnesses. He was supposed to be digging through old records for any historical patterns, but there was just one problem.

He couldn’t find a damn thing.

Most of the books he needed weren’t on the shelves, and after a solid twenty minutes of frustrated searching, he was about ready to flip a table.

“Son of a—” he muttered under his breath, rubbing his temples. Just his luck. Sam stuck him with the ‘boring’ part of the job, and now he couldn’t even do it properly.

After a few more minutes of searching, he finally spotted a small table in the far corner of the bunker’s library—piled high with books. And behind that stack, casually flipping through a thick, leather-bound volume like it was the morning newspaper, was you.

Adam’s eye twitched.

“Are you serious?” he exhaled, stepping closer with crossed arms. “You have every single book I need right now.”

You barely glanced up from the record you were reading, raising an unimpressed brow. “And?”

Adam scoffed. “And—maybe you could share? Y’know, since I actually need those for research?”

You tilted your head, feigning deep thought. “Mmm… I don’t know, Adam. You seem to have it handled.”

His jaw clenched. “I’ve been looking for these for half an hour.”

“Well, you found them,” you said, smirking. “What’s the issue?”

Adam rolled his eyes and pulled out the chair across from you, dropping into it with a dramatic sigh. “I swear, Sam and Dean stuck me with this just to mess with me.”