#thesastielnetwork

Sam’s favourite part of working at the library was the peacefulness of the quiet.  All out silence spooked him, but the whispers and soft voices of the library’s patrons, lowered as though in deference to the knowledge that surrounded them, were soothing.  

Castiel was a regular.  Sam knew him by name, from his library card.  Regularly there every Sunday, just after noon.  He always wore a threadbare tan trench coat and a suit, and Sam assumed he was coming directly from church.  

Cas--as Sam had begun to call him in his head--had a variety of interests, and his book choices always varied.  Sam liked that about him.  That, and his eyes.  Bluer than any he’d seen before.  But what Sam liked best about him was the way his intensity seemed to grow the softer he spoke, and when he spoke with Sam at the counter every week it felt as though Cas were trying to see into Sam’s soul.  His deep voice pitched into a half-whisper so as to obey the unspoken rules of the library.

One Sunday, Castiel was late on arrival.  He came in, looking slightly rumpled, just as the sun was beginning to set and Sam was finishing up reshelving the books that had been returned that day.  Sam met Cas at the counter and took the book in his hand.  It was Have Him at Hello: Confessions From 1,000 Guys About What Makes Them Fall In Love... Or Never Call Back.

Then Sam was all “What about Sastiel?”

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