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[unchosen_son]

Sam was having a definite misunderstanding with the bookcase

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[texas_forever]

"No, you really wouldn't," Tim agrees, as he wanders over to Sam, his clothes and hair and body actually dry for the time being, though that's not likely to last considering he'll have to step outside again at some point.

Arching an eyebrow, he tilts his head to look up at Sam, a grin still playing at his lips. "I suggest somethin' a little less... lacy and frilly."

[unchosen_son]

"Funny," Sam commented, letting the magazine plonk down atop the seriously growing pile he already had going. "Cuz I was about to say that I should just never in my life ever wear a dress. You know, for everyone's sanity, least of all mine?"

[texas_forever]

"You sure 'bout that?" Tim replies as he drops down onto the couch, immediately stretching back and relaxing into the cushions. "Cuz, it sure looks like a lot of weddin' magazines you got there. Now tell me, who's the lucky guy?"

[unchosen_son]

"What, you don't know it's already you?" Sam deadpanned, rubbing at his bandaged nose slightly as he took hold of two more magazines and added them to the pile before slumping over in a nearby chair. "Breaking my heart here, man."

[curiously_cora]

"I think you'd look very nice," Coraline said reassuringly to the giant Sam Winchester. Coraline liked Sam's girlfriend, she was very nice and didn't mind helping her with baseball practise even if she was the competition. "I think it'd look nicer on Jess though, it would suit her better. Maybe if there was a blue one for you and a cream one for her."

Coraline looked at the bookshelf, moving past the magazine and finally got to a book. Sniffing and wiping her nose on her sleeve she pulled it out and looked at the title. Frowning she pulled another one off she stared at it and put it down and another and another. Beside Coraline there was a growing collection on the Beldam (and boy did she know that word), how to kill ghosts and how to capture souls. "That's not very nice," Coraline said to the shelf, making a face at it. "It wasn't their fault. Mister Winchester can I have a wedding magazine please?"

[unchosen_son]

Sam turned to look at Coraline as he picked up one of the fifty or so magazines in his growing pile, offering it out to her. "Planning something?" he couldn't help asking with a mischievous little grin on his face. "I think maybe you're a little young yet to be worrying about matrimony."

[curiously_cora]

"Oh, I'm not worried about that. I'm going to marry Bill Weasley, when I'm much older of course." Coraline said simply as she took the magazine. There was a rather pretty waistcoat in the magazine that would make Cain look very handsome. She was sure if she asked Angie very nicely she'd help her make them both a present, she was good at weirdly shaped stuffed toys and clothes for dolls but not proper clothes. "I'm looking for something for Cain and Glitch. Cain's my daddy, well my island daddy-my real dad is back at home probably working in his study as usual."

Coraline pulled off another book on magic and another one on killing ghosts.

[unchosen_son]

Sam glanced at the book with a good deal of curiosity and he leaned over to read the title. "Hold on," he said, reaching out for the book. "Can I see that?" It was finally giving what he wanted, just not to him. "That's pretty much in the vein of what I really wanted instead of wedding stuff, which...you can use for your Island Dad person or whatever."

[loaded_wolf]

When Angua saw Sam talking to the bookshelf she came over, prepared to break the news to him that it probably wouldn't talk back.

"Oh my gods," she said instead as her eyes fell on the stack of magazines next to him, "are you and Jess getting married?"

[unchosen_son]

"What!?" Sam reacted with a sharp and shocked little sound, heart racing in double-time when Angua surprised him and he whirled on her, mouth dropping open. "Did she say something?" he demanded, because he didn't think it had gotten that far. He hadn't even told anyone anything.

[loaded_wolf]

Angua's own eyes widened at Sam's outburst, and then she couldn't help but laugh. "No, but you're here collecting bridal magazines. I thought perhaps they were for her."

[unchosen_son]

"I'm looking for books about shapeshifters in Indian lore," he admitted with a self-deprecating smile that came from him. "And I'm getting these and it's starting to get really old, really fast."

[poison_lipstick]

Saffron arched an amused eyebrow at the kind of reading material Sam seemed to be getting from the shelf. "No, honey, I think something in an A-line would suit you much better," she said teasingly. "Planning for something?"

[unchosen_son]

"Nope," Sam sighed, the exhalation tired as he rubbed a hand over his face, turning his attention to Helen and offering a slight smile. "I'm trying to get stuff for teaching and instead, I'm being bombarded with the best of this seasons' dresses."

[poison_lipstick]

"The shelf does seem to have quite a sense of humor, doesn't it," Saffron replied laughingly. "I thought maybe you had weddings on the brain."

[unchosen_son]

"Nope," Sam lied effortlessly, giving a tiny laugh. "Maybe like, three years ago, but the last thought I had on my mind was debating whether or not I should give my class an essay for their final or be nice and have them make oral presentations."

[echolls_cursed]

"I dunno, I think that one with the ribbon would really make your eyes pop," Logan smirked, leaning against the bookshelf and snatching the magazine from the other man's hands without so much as a nod or a warning.

He didn't talk to Sam often. Hell, he was pretty sure they'd only spoken once, actually. However, since his last conversation with Veronica, he found he no longer had the urge to punch the other man every time he saw him walking by. If that wasn't reason enough to attempt being friendly, Logan wasn't sure what was.

Though Logan's idea of 'friendly' wasn't necessarily what any one else would consider friendly.

"Are you worried the bow will make your ass look fat?" he asked, flipping to a picture of a full white gown, complete with an over-sized pink bow right on the backside of it.

[unchosen_son]

"Yeah," Sam deadpanned as he looked straight at Logan and didn't even bother to shift his expression the once. "That's totally my number one fear. Ass-fat," he concurred wryly, sighing as the books just kept coming and being as unhelpful as the last. "This thing is being a gigantic asshole," he said, shaking his head in utter defeat.

[echolls_cursed]

"Planning a wedding or something?" Logan asked curiously, figuring the wedding books had to mean something. The island liked to torture people, sure, but usual it was fairly well focused, picking up on whatever it was you didn't want it to know about.

"Veronica said something about, uh, an ex of yours turning up," he added, glancing up as he slipped the magazine back on the shelf, and then reached for another.

Only Logan didn't get a wedding magazine. Oh no, Logan found himself holding a book about sex addiction. It was enough to make him laugh a little, quickly shoving it back on the shelf before picking up another one of Sam's magazines instead.

[unchosen_son]

"Jess, yeah," Sam exhaled the words, a stupidly pleased grin on his face turning up. "And no, I'm not planning any weddings, despite what the books would have you believe. I was just trying to get books for class, but I guess this thing thinks I ought to tie the knot."