IC; post-Needy leaving (with Jennifer)

[the corner of the library that Sam usually frequents is somewhat more orderly than it was before; the desperate piles of papers and books sprawling around with Enochian text and apocalyptic scrawlings that made little sense are now gone, replaced by history books and bestiaries. the faint smell of beer and alcohol seems to have gone, too, but that isn't to say that Sam doesn't sneak in a six pack once in a while.

but this isn't one of those times.

probably in an effort to get away from Asia or some other Dean-song that Sam doesn't want to hear a million times, he's relaxing in there now, hunched over the table in an unassuming manner]