[Open] The only thing that you absolutely have to know...

[fromfryingpantofire]

Who: Sam Winchester and you!
What: Sam's found his home away from home
Where: The library at the North Pole
When: Relatively soon after arrival, probably post-Branch
Warnings/Notes: Winchester mouth. Updated as needed.


Once Dean was back on his feet, Sam started exploring the North Pole. And, honestly, nobody who knew him would be surprised to find that once he found the library, he kept drifting back there.

Not that it was that easy to find things there. That North has a filing system is undeniable. What's also undeniable, though, is that whatever filing system he has is archaic and likely all in his own head. Which doesn't mean that Sam doesn't enjoy the looking.

Which is why he can be found at one of the tables near the middle of the room, piles of books and scrolls around him and a leather-bound notebook open to his right, pen set in the crease between pages as he bends over another book, head bowed and hand on cheek as he reads.

He glances up as somebody approaches, then leans back with a stretch. "Hey. Any idea how long I've been here?"

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[mostdangerousbird]

“Three hours and four minutes,” Tim calls down from a balcony with a casual glance at his communicator.

He’s been trying to keep to less occupied spots until he gets his new shrinking under control. Hence, occupying a table on the curving balcony with his phone propped up against the stack of books he’s been logging. “What are you looking for? Maybe I found it already.”

[fromfryingpantofire]

Sam groans, letting his head fall back. "No wonder my body feels like it's been welded to the chair." All the myth enhancements mean little when you just don't move.

He pushes himself with another groan, reaching up to stretch. "Trying to figure out the rules for how supernatural predators work in this world," he calls back. Not concerned about talking about it because everybody on the Rig knew he was a Hunter. And he gives Stacia piggy back rides, so he can't actually have a problem with them. "Mostly the ways to deal with them."

[mostdangerousbird]

"Stretching might help," Tim says, stretching out his own arms and back at the reminder. He's been here longer than Sam, and a stiff neck cramps anyone's style. "But I haven't seen anything like that. I've looked through two full bookshelves so far: it's a mix of old books about niche topics - indexes of birds, flowers, things like that - and history so far. Haven't found anything modern or fictional so far."

It almost makes sense, in a way, why would you find new works in the home of an ancient myth? "I'm not mad about the lack of fiction. I still don't know how I feel about the possibility of finding the story of one of us here."

[fromfryingpantofire]

"Stretching means having to stand up."

Which definitely means he's been in one place far too long.

He pushes himself up with a groan, hearing AND feeling the vertebra in his spine pop back into place as he straightens, then raises his arms over his head.

"You may not have seen anything like that because I got here first." Sam turns around, leaning back against the table. "Older stuff is kinda what I'm looking for, anyway. From what I understand from Bunny, dealing with supernatural threats was the sort of thing that Guardians did, anyway."

[mostdangerousbird]

Tim winces at the groan. You know what, now's a good time to get up and move around himself. So he does, scooping up an armload of books to put away. "Or maybe because I'm loathe to touch old vellum without gloves, and I'd rather have modern sources with scientific analysis. Yes, I realize that you can't scientifically analyze the supernatural, but you can try."