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[011] Saved By Another Resurrection (Supernatural)
Theme Prompt: #011 – Interview
Title: Saved By Another Resurrection
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating/Warnings: G / None
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 727
Summary: In a Season 12 AU, Sam quits hunting to become a librarian... Or does he?
Sam walked into the library, hunching his shoulders as if wary of drawing attention. The collar of his shirt scratched against his neck and he ran a finger round inside it. What was he doing here? He closed his eyes to combat a flood of unpleasant memories and took a deep breath.
“Can I help you?”
The voice startled him and he opened his eyes again to look sheepishly down at the young woman behind the reception desk.
“Uh, yes. I’m here to interview for the research assistant job?”
She smiled up at him. “Great. Just take a seat and the manager will be right with you.”
Sam stepped over to the low chairs she indicated and folded himself into one. This was really weird. He was wearing one of his fake agent suits, his hair newly shorn of its unruly waves, in one of the most normal situations in the world. Waiting for a job interview. But none of it seemed real.
Everything about this was so far outside his normal existence, Sam wondered if he’d even be able to hold a rational conversation. But he’d promised. After they lost Dean in the debacle with the Alpha Vampire at the Men of Letters headquarters, he’d promised Mary that he’d quit. So here he was. Applying for a job.
“Mr Winchester?”
Sam looked up to see a middle-aged woman standing next to his chair. She was actually wearing a tweed skirt. Way to lean into the librarian stereotype. Sam levered himself up out of the chair and stuck out a hand.
“Yes. And you must be Mrs Henderson?”
“That’s right.” She smiled as she shook his hand. “Come on through.”
She led him into an office behind the reception area and gestured for him to take a seat before settling herself behind her desk. She picked up a piece of paper and scanned over it.
“I have to say your CV is a bit spotty. But your records from Stanford are excellent and the reference we’ve received from Doctor Hess at Kendricks Academy speaks extremely highly of your skills.”
“I do have a lot of experience with conducting research,” Sam said. “It’s just that not all of it is stuff I can reasonably put on a CV.” Understatement of the century.
But the British Men of Letters had really come through for him. It didn’t even come close to making up for the mistakes they’d made. But Sam was going to take whatever they offered. And a glowing reference that covered up the true nature of what he’d been doing for the last few years was the least they could do.
“I understand,” Mrs Henderson said. “But we’ll need more than just words on paper to evaluate your suitability for the role. Would you be willing to take a little test so we can see what you’re made of?”
A test? For a research position at a library? And what was he made of? Pain, trauma, unrelenting battles against evil. What was this woman looking for?
Before Sam could reply, his phone buzzed in his pocket. The only person he could think of who might be calling him would be Mary.
“I’m so sorry,” he said. “Do you mind if I take that? I’ve got a lot of family stuff going on right now and it might be important.”
Mrs Henderson frowned but nodded. “Of course.”
Sam pulled his phone out of his pocket and nearly dropped it when he saw the caller ID. He tapped to accept the call.
“Dean?”
“Yep, Sammy, it’s me.”
“What? How? I don’t understand.”
“No time to explain right now. Mom and I have a bit of a situation going on. Vampires in Connecticut. You up for joining us? I’ll fill you in on everything when you get here.”
“Of course! I mean, wow. It’s so great to hear your voice.”
“You too, Sammy. See you soon.”
The call cut off and Sam was left staring at the phone in his hand.
“Is everything all right, Mr Winchester?”
Sam looked up at Mrs Henderson, a smile spreading across his features.
“Yes, everything’s great. I’m so sorry to have wasted your time, but another opportunity has come up and I have to go. Thanks, anyway.”
He jumped to his feet and strode from the room, leaving the bewildered librarian staring after him.
Title: Saved By Another Resurrection
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating/Warnings: G / None
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 727
Summary: In a Season 12 AU, Sam quits hunting to become a librarian... Or does he?
Sam walked into the library, hunching his shoulders as if wary of drawing attention. The collar of his shirt scratched against his neck and he ran a finger round inside it. What was he doing here? He closed his eyes to combat a flood of unpleasant memories and took a deep breath.
“Can I help you?”
The voice startled him and he opened his eyes again to look sheepishly down at the young woman behind the reception desk.
“Uh, yes. I’m here to interview for the research assistant job?”
She smiled up at him. “Great. Just take a seat and the manager will be right with you.”
Sam stepped over to the low chairs she indicated and folded himself into one. This was really weird. He was wearing one of his fake agent suits, his hair newly shorn of its unruly waves, in one of the most normal situations in the world. Waiting for a job interview. But none of it seemed real.
Everything about this was so far outside his normal existence, Sam wondered if he’d even be able to hold a rational conversation. But he’d promised. After they lost Dean in the debacle with the Alpha Vampire at the Men of Letters headquarters, he’d promised Mary that he’d quit. So here he was. Applying for a job.
“Mr Winchester?”
Sam looked up to see a middle-aged woman standing next to his chair. She was actually wearing a tweed skirt. Way to lean into the librarian stereotype. Sam levered himself up out of the chair and stuck out a hand.
“Yes. And you must be Mrs Henderson?”
“That’s right.” She smiled as she shook his hand. “Come on through.”
She led him into an office behind the reception area and gestured for him to take a seat before settling herself behind her desk. She picked up a piece of paper and scanned over it.
“I have to say your CV is a bit spotty. But your records from Stanford are excellent and the reference we’ve received from Doctor Hess at Kendricks Academy speaks extremely highly of your skills.”
“I do have a lot of experience with conducting research,” Sam said. “It’s just that not all of it is stuff I can reasonably put on a CV.” Understatement of the century.
But the British Men of Letters had really come through for him. It didn’t even come close to making up for the mistakes they’d made. But Sam was going to take whatever they offered. And a glowing reference that covered up the true nature of what he’d been doing for the last few years was the least they could do.
“I understand,” Mrs Henderson said. “But we’ll need more than just words on paper to evaluate your suitability for the role. Would you be willing to take a little test so we can see what you’re made of?”
A test? For a research position at a library? And what was he made of? Pain, trauma, unrelenting battles against evil. What was this woman looking for?
Before Sam could reply, his phone buzzed in his pocket. The only person he could think of who might be calling him would be Mary.
“I’m so sorry,” he said. “Do you mind if I take that? I’ve got a lot of family stuff going on right now and it might be important.”
Mrs Henderson frowned but nodded. “Of course.”
Sam pulled his phone out of his pocket and nearly dropped it when he saw the caller ID. He tapped to accept the call.
“Dean?”
“Yep, Sammy, it’s me.”
“What? How? I don’t understand.”
“No time to explain right now. Mom and I have a bit of a situation going on. Vampires in Connecticut. You up for joining us? I’ll fill you in on everything when you get here.”
“Of course! I mean, wow. It’s so great to hear your voice.”
“You too, Sammy. See you soon.”
The call cut off and Sam was left staring at the phone in his hand.
“Is everything all right, Mr Winchester?”
Sam looked up at Mrs Henderson, a smile spreading across his features.
“Yes, everything’s great. I’m so sorry to have wasted your time, but another opportunity has come up and I have to go. Thanks, anyway.”
He jumped to his feet and strode from the room, leaving the bewildered librarian staring after him.
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