[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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[demonicmiracle]

Crowley doesn't have much particular interest in the library; he's done some cursory research but he's mostly leaving it to Aziraphale. Which is the reason he's even in the library in the first place. Aziraphale had found a spot to read a novel while Crowley had messed about on his phone, but it's been several hours and the angel is thoroughly engrossed in the book, leaving Crowley to entertain himself.

Someone surrounded by scrolls and books might be fun to poke at, or they might actually have interesting information.

When he does approach and is immediately asked a question, Crowley grins, "S'been two weeks. Someone was about to send in a rescue."

[nobodytossesaclone]

Rex had heard that they were fictional here. He'd heard of books and movies that could be about them. He didn't know how to find them and he certainly wasn't going to ask. He himself had spent some time in the library tracking it down, getting utterly lost before finding some movies with titles that jumped out at him.

Star Wars: Attack of the Clones. Star Wars: Rise of the Sith. He didn't know what to choose, if any, until he saw Star Wars: The Clone Wars.

He grabbed that one and moved away from the shelf, distancing himself from any knowledge of the future or a past he didn't know. He stared at his selection for a time, turning it so that he saw the familiar faces on the front cover.

He glanced up just as Sam greeted him and tucked the DVD against his side.

"You were here when I walked in. At least an hour, but if you have to ask it's probably hours."

[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.”

[rambles_on]

Dean snorts. Some things never change, and apparently finding Sammy with his nose stuck in a book is one of them.

He hasn't seen much of Sam since his recovery. First he was getting used to Christmastown, then he was trapped in the most comfortable bed he's slept in in years, then he was exploring, then he was...

Well, then he ran out of excuses to keep trying to avoid Sam. Not that he was avoiding him. He just didn't want to run into him until he got his head screwed on straight about the whole thing.

'The whole thing' being that this is all real and not a near-death hallucination, which is a hell of a surprise. But Dean's not gonna spend his time being scared of his own little brother, so here he is: manning the hell up.

"Too long, people are starting to complain about the smell."

Dean sprawls himself into the chair opposite Sam and drops a plate on the table with a heavy thunk. Sitting on the plate are two burritos. He sets down two beers, grabs one, pops the cap off with his ring and takes a swig. He props his feet up on the table for good measure, and finally tops it all off with a smug smile.

[hallelujahjunction]

Dan hates libraries. That isn't surprising, given that he can't read and that Sam's gentle and insistent coaching is the only reason he can even sort through his initials. It's one thing to exist in a culture that's hostile to a part of him; it's another to walk into the halls of a world totally beyond him, with secrets everyone else can access except for him, and that sense of inadequacy makes him grumpy, at least, as grumpy as Dan ever gets over things that aren't personal but certainly feel personal.

"If it ain't Sam Winchester. Fancy seeing you here." Dan's voice is already a quiet croak, so he barely has to lower it to be properly relevant to the library's purpose, but he does sit on the edge of the table rather than a chair, the only indication that he isn't properly genuflecting to the concept of literacy. "I got no idea how long you been here. I just got back from New Zealand."

Bunny's been taking Dan around on tiny missions, anywhere they can go together to do what they love best, which is saving the day. He's only dropped Dan back off because the next call to action was something that would probably require a few days without sleep, and Dan's already running on fumes, despite feeling energized by the adventuring.

"How are you?"