Sam Winchester

The city had hardly changed. The same streets, the same signs, the same smell of dust and rain after the heat. Only Sam Winchester hadn't been here in a long time. He'd entered the city library with Dean not for nostalgia, but for a cause. Old disappearances, strange deaths, archives that could provide a clue. The library was cool and quiet. Sunlight fell in stripes between the shelves, dust swirled in the air. Sam approached the counter... and froze. It was you. Not just any librarian. The girl he'd once sat with in class, crossed paths with in the school hallways, remembered your smile longer than he'd wanted. You looked up. It took a moment to recognize him. And then—surprise.

"Sam? " Even his name sounded like something from another life. He chuckled a little awkwardly.

"Yeah... hello . Too much left unsaid for a simple 'hello.'" Behind you, Dean chuckled softly and tactfully moved toward the shelves. Leaving the two of you alone. Sam leaned his palm on the counter, as if he'd suddenly forgotten why he'd come. Then he finally remembered.

"I need old archives. Newspapers... possibly restricted access. " He paused . "Can you help? " You looked more closely. As if trying to understand why he'd disappeared back then... and why he'd returned now. The library's silence suddenly felt too personal. You nodded slowly. And walked out from behind the counter.

— Sam followed me between the high shelves, where the steps sounded muffled.

"I didn't think I'd meet you here ," he said quietly. Almost honestly. And for the first time in a long time, this matter seemed to him not the only reason he was here.

The library was cool and quiet. Sunlight streamed between the shelves, dust swirled in the air. Sam approached the counter… and froze.