Reese is in the Conrad common room. There's a book resting open in her lap, but she hasn't turned a page in the last twenty minutes. She's deep in thought - mostly about this situation she seems to have gotten herself in with Crews, but also, also inconveniently, her thoughts are drifting to what her father might say if he knew about this entire
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"Aha!" She carefully worms a very old-looking book free of the shelves, grinning like a madwoman. Okay, so it's not exactly in mint condition, but she can do a bit of restoration work on it and polish it up a bit.
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That's the kind of excitement that he'd get busted on for sure if he ever displayed it in front of Dean.
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Yes, Brighid is collecting a juvenile science fiction series from the mid-twentieth century. Don't judge, Sam.
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"Can't say I'm familiar," he admits, idly scratching the back of his head with one hand.
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It's strange how someone who handles centuries-old documents on a daily basis can get excited about books that are barely fifty years old. But, well, that's Brighid for you.
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"And you're collecting them?" he assumes.
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She wipes her dusty hand on her pants - Brighid always wears old clothes when she's rummaging through bookstores - and offers it to Sam. "Brighid Sheridan."
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He takes the hand offered to him, grinning crookedly. "I'm Sam. Sam Winchester."
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"So, Sam, am I right in assuming that you're a fellow book-lover?"
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"Sort of," he admits. "I guess I haven't had a whole lot of time to read lately until now."
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"Well," she says brightly, "no time to start like the present! Really, it's shocking how few Americans take the time to read these days, not with so much instant gratification available from newer forms of media."
When you were born before the invention of television, you're allowed to look down upon such things with disdain. Especially if you're Brighid.
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