The Beauty of a Beast

How Does a Moment Last Forever

Characters: Y/N Singer, Benny Lafitte, Gadreel, Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, father!Bobby Singer

Words: 1500+

Warnings: OOC Sam and Dean

The day started off as any other. The village was quiet, with a certain anticipation hanging in the air. Soon people would be walking the streets, doing business and going about their daily tasks.

This time of the day was your favourite. The sky still had touches of dawn's pink hues. Everything was still. Everything was quiet.

You slipped your shoes on, running through a mental checklist of what you had to do today. The silence because a whisper, a whisper became conversation, conversation soon became the regular chatter of the town. Grabbing a basket, you stepped outside.

The wooden steps creaked slightly as you stepped down them. The morning dew was resting on the grass in your garden. You passed through your garden and stepped onto the busy street.

Mothers chased after their children, those children chased each other, giggling. Sweethearts walked arm in arm, gazing into eachothers eyes. Women collected water from the well or did laundry. Wagons rolled through, carrying goods to be sold in the market.

People were doing business there. Selling, buying, the usual.

That reminded you where you had to be going and snapped you out of your daydream. It seemed like daydreaming was all you did these days. Yes, the town you lived in felt wonderful, but it also felt... familiar. Too familiar. Too regular. Too repetitive. The same thing each day.

"Careful, chief!" Came a laugh.

You narrowly dodged the large figure with calloused and flour-covered hands carrying a tray of baked goods.

"Sorry, Benny." You apologized. "The usual, please."

"Right here." Benny grinned, lowering the tray. "Fresh from the oven for my favourite customer."

You took a couple loaves of bread and smiled, placing them in your basket before handing over some coins to Benny. "Thanks, bear."

"No problem at all. Where ya headed?" The baker asked.

"To the library. I have a book to return." You replied.

"Damn, already?" Benny chuckled. "Gotta be the third time already you've read the one you've got."

You shrugged, returning the laugh. You looked at the book. Its cover was a crimson red, with gold lettering spelling out 'Romeo and Juliet'. "Fourth, actually. I have most of it memorized."

"Et tu, Brute?"

"That's Julius Caesar."

"Eh, it's still Shakespeare. Close enough, eh?" Benny offered.

You laughed. "Yeah, yeah. Points for trying."

"Well, I ain't gonna hold you up. See you 'round." Benny smiled, tipping his cap at you.

"See you, bear." You said.

Benny continued on his way back to the bakery. You continued on yours, right to the small broom closet of a building called the library.

The place was a home away from home. Dark wooden shelves lined the walls, ladders on each end to reach the high ones. It had a certain smell to it. Wood mixed with parchment and candle wax.