The library was always a sort of getaway spot to you.

Though today, you had mainly come here as an excuse to leave the motel room. You were annoyed at Dean after the two of you came to a disagreement, which escalated into an argument, which then resulted in you leaving the motel room and not telling Dean where you were going.

Of course, he knew all of your favourite places. He knew you loved libraries, and just books in general, so it didn’t take much thought for him to get an idea of where you could be.

Curse you for ever mentioning a book around him.

As you skimmed through the piles of books in the local library, there was no sound but that of flipping pages. The silence was nice, it helped you focus mainly on what you’d come to the library for in the first place.

That silence was broken by the sound of the library door swinging open, followed by heavy boots against the hardwood floors.

It didn’t take long for you to feel the presence of somebody else nearing, and it was like you had some sort of sixth sense in that moment because you knew exactly who it was.

“Found ya,” Dean’s voice spoke, keeping it as low as he could to avoid getting shushed by the librarian. “Whatcha lookin’ for?”