Collection of Destiel

Mysterious Newcomers

"I heard that they are like, CIA or even Russian spies." Jessica's voice dropped off in wonder as she perched herself against one of the book shelves and sighed dramatically. "They are so mysterious. I mean, they just stroll into town one day and buy that huge place right across the street from here and no one even really knows who they are."

Castiel rolled his eyes and continued with filing books from the returned cart. Listening to his roommate's gossip was nothing new, he only wished she wouldn't do it when he was working. "I bet they simply want privacy."

"Only serial killers want privacy."

"I like my privacy." Cas raised an eyebrow at her. "Does that make me a serial killer?"

Jessica thought about it a moment. "Serial killer librarian? No. I don't see it."

Cas shook his head with a chuckle and went back to the books. "I think they want to be left alone." What he didn't admit out loud was that he was jealous of them. If only he could disappear to a new town and live in a secluded mansion... maybe one with a nice library.

"Right. Well. I am going to find out who they are." Jessica pushed off the shelve and stared determinately out the window toward the now-occupied mansion.

Cas rolled his eyes again but dropped the conversation.

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Jessica left an hour ago. She explained that she was meeting some old high school friends for dinner and she wouldn't be back to the apartment until later that evening. That meant that Castiel could work late and not have to worry about waking his roommate up when he got home. It was days like this that he treasured, being able to get lost in the atmosphere of the library. The books were like bricks to a home that he had been building since he was a child and his father read him bedtime stories of long fallen heroes. It was at the library that Castiel found peace, and leaving it had always been a somber affair.

Tonight there was barely anyone to be found wondering the aisles. A few drifters were settled down in the lobby but other than that Castiel was left to check the spines of books and shelve any miscellaneous books that had fallen victim to misplacement. It was a beautiful day in his mind, and then the doorbell chimed and in walked the tall newcomer of the town.

At first Castiel simply gave him a polite nod and went back to his business. He wasn't really that intrigued as the rest of the town was. But then the man walked right up to him and offered him a childishly goofy smile. Cas was met with the most fascinating green eyes as his hands hovered uncertainly over a stack of books.

"You got any Vonnegut?" The man's voice was rough, but almost cheerful in a way that seemed to contradict itself.

"In the Classics section under V." Cas stated routinely and wished he could tear his eyes away from the stranger's. "We have all of his works. No one in this town reads him so they should all be here."

The man raised an eyebrow at him with intrigue. "This really that small of a town that you know what people read?"

"Not many people come to the library anymore. And we are a small community." A thought struck him and he hoped he didn't look as awestruck as he felt, but this guy was the definition of gorgeous. He had a face that God would weep at.

"Gotcha." The man stuck out his hand with a polite smile. "Name's Dean Winchester. I just moved here with my little brother Sammy."

Cas took the hand and prayed that his palm wasn't as sweaty as he imagined. The handshake was firm and warm and he never wanted it to end. "Castiel Novak. I am the librarian. Welcome to Pontiac."

"Thanks, Castiel." Dean smirked as their hands fell apart. He shifted his weight and stuck his hands in his pockets but made no intention of heading off to the Classics section. "You're the first person to welcome me."