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Instinctively, Sam  smiled a little more when she had done the very same, even if it was fleeting. He hadn't exactly expected to be so caught up a friendly conversation with someone. A side of him didn’t want to scare the young woman off—give a sign for her to be weary about his presence in the town—and he was rather relieved that the horrid truth to his life wasn’t easily read across his face when he was like this. Sam only felt a genuine sense of delight and happiness. “—Ah, really, no problem. Thankfully, nothing was harmed and there’s nothing wrong with gazing off a bit from time to time.” Sam nodded, and muttered a quiet thank you for her open welcome to the small town. He hadn't had the chance to fully explore the location yet he had heard strange tales lingering over the place. A reputation for the strange and a significant high rates of animal attacks.  To what Sam knew was that Mystic Falls definitely had some supernatural history to it. Then again when didn’t a small country-side town not have a bit of supernatural life to them? Practically everywhere had those creatures that go bump in the night. Sam’s brows knitted together, a gaze of the sunlight changed his eye colors from darkish hazel to light green, as this incident normally occurred. The younger Winchester simply had the blessing of abnormal eyes—changing from one color to the next—though the dominating color being a dark chestnut hazel. “We’ve been about everywhere in the U.S,” he smiled slightly, “We even went out of the states to Scotland for a brief occasion.”

Sam chuckled nodding slightly when Bonnie mentioned how nice it must be to travel with family. “Yea, traveling with my brother can be nice but there are moments when being around can be unbearable. During those times, well it’s Just  another round of irritated siblings batting it out on each other. Sometimes over the silly things like who ate the last piece of beef jerky in the bag or god forbid the last piece of saved pie.” Sam couldn’t help but chuckled loudly after that. It was the little things—the things overlooked at times—that made his relationship with his brother overwhelming. Those little things that could haunt him when Dean wasn’t around as they did once. Dean was his idol since he was barely four years old (still was).  They fought. Yelled. Disagreed over practically everything. Left each other. But they were always pulled back to each other—never could  they truly abandoned each other for long periods. They were family, more than just blood running through their veins, but honest to god family. “Honestly, I don’t know,” he chuckled softly, “Just the family business. Couldn’t stay out and I tried to. It's tedious stuff really." So she was indeed a native of this town. The thought of perhaps coming better acquaintance with Bonnie had struck a chord in him. Forming a friendship could prove beneficial if they were to discover alarming “natures” here, needing to be dealt with. “What’s it like around here,” he casually inquired.

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She couldn’t help but smile even more. Bonnie had never been around someone as polite Matt. “Thank you. I appreciate it. Still, I shouldn’t have been gazing off like that.” She nodded, noticing the coarse texture of his skin against hers. It was the roughness of a man, who’d probably done something more hands on. Worker’s hands as her Grams would call it. “Well, welcome to the small town of Mystic Falls.” She knew the reason why it had really become small. This wasn’t a matter for Sam though and she didn’t understand why she was thinking these thoughts. Perhaps, it was a small desire to keep someone new even a traveler away from the mess of events that occurred daily. “Traveling must be nice. Where have you been?” Sometimes, Bonnie always wished to leave Mystic Falls but her obligations fell first. She couldn’t just leave those responsibilities or her friends behind.

“That must be nice traveling with family.” Bonnie nodded. Her friends had become her family and it was probably another reason why she couldn’t leave them. Bonnie knew they only thought of her when she needed her but she couldn’t help it. It was her unwavering loyalty for them. “Insurance agents? Why the interest in insurance?” She questioned. This was nothing but a friendly conversation and a chance for Bonnie to be normal even in the littlest sense. “Yes, born and raised here.” 

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[Inspired by; The-Original-Rebel ~<3]

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Not in Kansas Anymore| | Stefan + Sam

It was prone to happen, make small detours around the right choices and things escalated to the worse. The off balance to their life or perhaps their destiny in the end. Sam honestly didn’t know anymore. He did know he had grown tired about his “destiny”. About hunting. But he couldn’t drop everything. He felt broken inside most of the time and after everything how could that not have been expected? Sam blinked in and out of conscious, listening weakly to the sound of Dean shouting his name. A small detour and everything went to hell. He went to hell once. After fighting for so long, Sam just let the feeling consume and he rested his eyes and feel into the darkness.

Sam’s eyes lids moved as he slept, squinted tightly as rays of light beamed over the sensitive flesh. There was a chill breathe against his skin, seeping through the fabric of his cotton plaid russet shirt. His lids fluttered slightly before squinting shut against the light. He blinked a few times before he found the strength to completely open his light chestnut eyes. The youngest Winchester found himself laying on an empty road, he glanced and blinked to the side of him. Sam just laid there in silence. A cough emitted from his dry lips. He found swallowing to be difficult and the deserve to drink a cool glass of water only made his mouth salivate. His felt numb, immobile against the gravel road. His thoughts were unclear to him at that moment ‘til suddenly everything dawned upon him vehemently. Sam Winchester shot up from the gravel ground, his head turning from left to right, searching for Dean.

“Dean,” he yelled in panic. “Dean!” No answer welcomed. Only the rustling of leaves, the far distance chirps of birds in the sky and the heavy sound of his footsteps turning around in useless circles. Sam scrubbed a hand over his face frightened face, wiping the beaded sweat away.

Gradually, Sam left himself from the ground, slightly whimpering from the few pains along his body. His head throbbed from a headache—his own heartbeat had begun to annoy him. Once up Sam just stood there in the middle of a road unknown to him, circling a few times to find Dean. To find the Impala maybe. There was nothing. The only thing Sam could remember was the car crash, Dean’s voice and then darkness. Where was he? Sam moved at a slow pace, taking a lucky chance to head South on the empty road side. This life…whatever it was-fate, destiny, right now none of it matter to him. He had to find Dean but first it would help to know where he was. It felt like hours ‘til Sam came upon the sign. His body was exhausted and he didn’t know how much longer he could travel on foot. The back of his throat itched, craved for a drop of something to drink and he feared he was hitting hydration soon. When Sam first saw the sign, he was struck confused by it. Welcome to Mystic Falls, Virginia. “Where the hell am I,” Sam mindlessly muttered to himself. Never in his long life, practically dedicated traveling through each states in the U.S, had he ever heard of a place called Mystic Falls, Virginia. Sam's eyes darted away from the sign, gazing off to the distance and observing the sun slowly dipping low into the horizon.

"Just great," he muttered under his breath. There was little to no time for him before the sun vanished below the horizon and night fell across the land. He needed to get somewhere and apparently Mystic Falls, Virgina (a place he was certain was nonexistence) was his only choice.

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The sun was just starting to creep over the horizon when Sam pulled back into the motel lot.  A weird mix of tiredness from lack of sleep but exhilaration from the sip of coffee was pumping through him. He was hoping to get better information on the demons roaming the town. Why were they here? He found no luck. Not even a decent trace leading back to them. Sam hoped Deanna had the better luck than him with finding at least something out. The first thing Sam’s eyes spotted was Deanna’s Impala, her baby, resting in the lot. It wasn’t until the rental car door creaked loudly that he had the eerie sense roam up along his spine. The door closed with a heavy metallic clank, he quickly started to rush over to the motel room and he shifted things around in his hands until he was sure he could pull out the room key without dropping anything. 

He never made it to the motel room when he heard his big sister’s voice. His heart leapt, the tiredness was quickly replaced with panic as he caught sight of his sister on the ground. She was badly beat up right near the Impala. Sam mentally scolded himself for not seeing her when he pulled into the lot. “Deanna,” Sam blurted, rushing over to her and lifting her up from the gravel, “Jesus Christ, what happened? Demons?” Through the panic pounding through him, Sam felt relief. Relief that he found his big sister before anyone else could harm her further. Being there before the horrible unspoken could  form inside his head made him feel the lucky more than he had felt all day. Undoubtedly, the only lucky feeling he had all day.

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Deanna staggered towards the door of the motel. She’d taken a beating from a demon she fought before finally exorcising the piece of shit. She looked back towards her car, her baby. She took a deep breath making sure the pain would somehow subside but she knew it wouldn’t. With another step, Deanna found herself on the cold floor hoping that someone, maybe Sammy would take her back inside of the motel room. “Son of a bitch.” She cursed. Deanna felt completely immobile.

She closed her eyes for a moment before hearing footsteps. She knew she was in no position to be making threats or anything but she couldn’t help it. “Who the hell’s there?” She hissed in pain, trying to get up.

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Sam’s light chestnut eyes flicked curiously as he spoke, watching as the man fluttered about around him home. That eerie feeling crept up and down his spine. The sensation when his just knew his presence wasn’t exactly wanted. Something he never got use to nor handled considerably well. Commonly, he turned a bit awkward when he felt the tension of awkwardness in someone’s presence and sometimes he would do his best to avoid that situation. Dash for it.  Every word just flooded out in a torrent from the younger Winchester and now would either moment of regretting the situation or not. When Atticus Shane gestured to sit down before him, god for a second he felt like he was back in high school. He had to contain himself and restrain from doing anything more than a slight gawp on his face gawp as he often did in situations. Sam soaked up the intensity Atticus’ words for a moment resisting the urge to scrub one hand over his face. Atticus Shane was an intelligent man. If anything he would note the gesture of hesitation if had done such. Of course he was lying. Practically, his whole life was a lie. “I apologize if my presence is upsetting,” he spoke thoughtfully, averting his eyes away briefly. “I wish I could say that I wouldn’t believe that a young girl was capable of something like this, but I know better. Yet that doesn’t stop me from hoping and believing that she isn’t capable of this and that’s why I’m here. I’m here to solve the problem before matters get worse for everyone. I’m getting information wherever I can; specifically, from the people who I think may offer more help than others. Twelve people died, I only hope we can avoid any more death. I want to know who caused this and stop them. You have the right not to tell me anything but I hope you would. I want to help this town and the people.”

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Silas buzzed around the small flat, getting the coffee maker ready and clearing up the papers he had scattered on the couch and coffee table while the Agent spoke, occasionally making small humming noises at random intervals to show that he was listening. He should have known better to trust Klaus, of all people, to bury them deep enough to keep their corpses hidden until they were nothing but fertilizer. Though it wouldn’t be any surprise to him if the hybrid dug them up on purpose just to spite him. Either way, the man was lying about much more than his name. When he gathered up the last of the papers, he perched himself at the end of the couch, gesturing for Page to sit down. “Bonnie Bennett?” He raised, an eyebrow. “Actually, I’m Bonnie’s mentor. You couldn’t possibly think she has anything to do with this. She’s a cheerleader for chrissakes.” A cheerleader who just so happened to have everything to do with it, but that was his doing so… “Twelve people die under mysterious circumstances and you come to me pump information about the Mayor’s daughter? Come off of it, Mr. Page, what is it you really want to know?”

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Sam listened politely to the woman’s voice, his easy going smile lingered on his face. “You’re welcome but I did have to do that. Partially my fault after all,” he slightly grinned. She took the items away from him and put them away in her bag. She gave the impression  of being harmless and rather friendly thought he was certain she was hesitant about him—he was the stranger here—and he knew from previous experience that he did come off intimating. Mostly the matter of being “freakishly” tall compared others. “Pleasure,” he echoed, wrapping his light tan hand over her offered hand. The texture of her skin was much softer compared to his—practically delicate to the touch compared to his. Every part of him wanted to believe this young woman was just a “normal” being, doing her errands and enjoying the naive life among possible supernatural beings.  He took his hand immediately after she did the same. A slow small smile graced his lips, “Yeah, I’m new around here. First time visitor around here.”

He knew he had to be cautious with what he told Bonnie even though he was certain she wouldn’t be a person that would come biting him and brother in the ass later on for getting associated with. If that happened to be the future case maybe this brief meeting would change something for the future. Make it a bit brighter. So he could only hope.  She just didn’t come across as being the “enemy”. There was intelligence to her which was enlightening to come across from time to time in small towns. Then again he wasn't meeting her in some musky crowded bar. “I’m traveling,” he answered the simple question, nothing threatening about it and no point in hiding the truth there. “I travel a lot with my brother. We work together in the family business. Traveling insurance agents.” First lie of the day. In the beginning, Sam would have felt guilt about lying to such a friendly person but through time lying just became natural to him—natural as if he was exhaling them from his lips. “I assume you’ve lived here your whole life, huh?”

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Bonnie only gave him a small smile of her own. “No, it’s all right.” Bonnie didn’t notice some things had fallen from the bag. She didn’t mean for him to help her. “You didn’t need to do that. Thank you though.” Before taking the items away from him and putting them into the bags. “I’m Bonnie. Nice to meet you.” The mocha skinned beauty stuck out her hand so he could shake it. Once he did she took her hand away. “So are you new around here? I haven’t seen you before.” Bonnie had never seen a face like his around town. Mystic Falls was a place that had an ever growing death count that she was quite aware of. Mostly, because she had some magical solution to every problem. No pun intended.

He seemed harmless and there was no way he was a vampire or else she would have felt it the minute their hand shook. “Are you traveling or did you move into town?” She questioned. There was nothing like having a friendly conversation with a stranger she just met. Bonnie could use some normalcy in her life. Even if she was certain she probably wouldn’t run into Sam again.

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Sam Winchester was on the road again with his brother—exploring every state, solving whatever supernatural they came across—and most of all helping those who couldn’t help themselves from the wicked. The wicked never rested unfortunately. Sam was out scouting the town about while Dean. Well Dean was being Dean and taking one of his well-rested naps. His eyes drew in everything, the people rushing about, the shifting light, the most intricate details. No place was safe. Not everyone was normal. Sam was so focused on trying to observe for any signs of abnormal that he probably focused on the very much normal thing that managed to bump into him. A small petite young woman, bronzed skin, big doe emerald eyes and shoulder length wavy brunette hair  Their eyes met and he instantly smiled in an apologetic sense. “I wasn’t paying attention much either,” he friendly stated, his eyes directed away from her gaze and noticing some the bags from her hand had fallen. He immediately assisted in gather up the items., “I’m sorry. I hope I didn’t ruin anything. I’m Sam.”

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Bonnie Bennett was finished running errands when she she made her way back to her car. With a few bags in hand she found her gaze looking elsewhere, mostly towards the resident of Mystic Falls who were unaware of the supernatural. She was glad nothing had happened to them and she can’t help but envy them. It’s at this precise moment that she runs square into a chest. “Ow.” Bonnie let out. Her emerald green eyes find her gaze on a man in a green jacket and a dark shirt. “Sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was going.”

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With an inaudible chuckle and shake of his head, Sam glanced around the library and taking in the area. Most would be leaving. Already there were a few stragglers resting in the uncomfortable chairs of the library. With finals on their way, the library schedule was changed to a twenty-four service. Hopefully, Delilah and him wouldn’t be staying the entire night. His back only stiffen by the memory sleeping in one last time. “Oh, I know I’m going to pass,” he countered confidently, almost arrogantly to Delilah. He wasn’t going to push for a switch but he didn’t mind flustering Delilah up a bit. A few people passed by their table, Sam’s brows quirked and his mouth gabbed open slightly as his hands ushered to be keep it down. “We’re in a library, Dell,” he scolded, “Besides, I was testing to see how much you were a computer nerd then. You passed with flying colors.” Maybe he was bluffing, maybe he wasn’t. Knowing his grades back then was insurances to posting his confident that this was what he was meant to do. It just seemed right and it he was honestly happier now than he had been for a long time. Sam Winchester’s eyes momentarily rolled into the back of his head as she poked her tongue at him.  “Not even close,” he stiffly chuckled—he was an expert of Latin and demonic writing. Raised the majority of his life to know these things—raised just to be another hunter who wouldn’t live passed thirty.

“A snail getting big bucks to teach,” Sam joked, “We should get started. It’s getting late. Complaining gets us nowhere closer to mastering Chemistry.”

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Delilah sighed. “Well, you want to pass right?” She countered. She could have easily done the equations herself, but why mess up a system that has gotten them through classes so far? School was getting tougher as the were coming to the end of their last few semesters and trying something new was not on the plan for Delilah, especially when she barely made it out of Botany. “You and Jessica came in asking questions and bringing more attention to what I was doing! If you both hadn’t  popped in I would have been done faster. And don’t act like you didn’t want to see your grades, because “Oh, I just want to make sure I’m passing Delilah, that’s not the same”, isn’t contributing to the finding out process as well. It saved your ass and you know it.” She poked out her tongue and pulled a pen from her pony tail. “And the last time I wrote equations it looked like a demonic writing and Latin mixed together.” When his phone vibrated she resisted the urge to roll her eyes. “When the table becomes more interesting that,’ she caught herself, and shook her head. “Still, the professor could be a little more exciting about what he is teaching. Its like watching a snail move in that class.”

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The man appeared baffled when Sam brought up the unfortunate news—making Sam have a seed of hesitation begin to grow in him that perhaps this man would not be any decent help him with his research. Professionally Sam wiped his friendly smile and in replace form a thin frown—this was all common practice to him now after so many years pretending to something he wasn’t—all for the heavy burden to save the innocence from the cursed supernatural world that plague this world. “Thank you,” he briefly smiled, and processed to enter into the welcome home of Atticus Shane, a professor Whitmore College. “Yes, the case seemed in relations to a common cult suicide however with further observation taken. The deaths are abnormal and I don't believe this was just some odd cult case that resulted in suicide,” Sam cautiously spoke, trying to recall the report files  he managed to read from a rather idiotic police officer’s permission. Yet there was much missing from this report files as if the station was trying to cover-up the abnormal occurrence. “Usually with cults, they sacrifice themselves using the method of poison," Sam knowingly spoke, "In this case, there was no trace of any poison but their hearts just stopped and a woman was stabbed in her heart but no elese. Also commonly cult members who take part leave behind indication of why they chose to die. Their farewells. Their last attempt to spread their gospel belief messages. None of these twelve people did such. They were average folks around town that gathered for Bridge on Sundays.” Sam knew the Bridge part was lie—after thorough search—and experience he knew that these twelve people were in a coven. Witches.   And he feared to know what creature was behind their death. “Do you know Miss. Bennett? A witness reported they saw Miss. Bennett with one of these members before the incident. I was hoping to get in contact with her. I heard she is a student of yours.

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“If they arrive at all.” Silas joked, leaning in the doorway. He put on his best bewildered face when ‘Agent Page’ brought up the sacrifice. “Oh, of course, come in.”  He stepped away from the door, allowing the other man entry. “I thought that was just some odd cult thing, but if there’s anything I could to aid your investigation, name it.”

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Sam just couldn’t keep the smile off his face even when he tried—not succeeding in a measure of course.  “First time can be the sealed deal when it comes to nicknames. Besides, calling you Delilah was getting a bit informal between us,” he mustered a chuckle with a clear of his throat and sipping another swallow his coffee. His eyebrows arched, almost pointing towards her as he spoke in a matter of fact tone, “And come on Dell, we both know, you’ve done it more than once. We just caught you off guard and finally found out. Good thing too, huh? Something like that could get you kicked out.”   Sam smiled briefly, peering over to catch the page number she was on. He opened his book to the exact page, having a short memory of what he had read the last time when he was in fear of a pop quiz. One could never tell with their professor when he would strike—not even Sam who on occasionally thought he was pretty good at reading for signs of this. For a moment, Sam had caught something inside her eyes before she laughed. Yet he shrugged it off. Probably something personal she wouldn’t want to discuss with him anyways. He wasn't one to push her to know everything because even if he tried Delilah just wouldn't budge so easily.

Sam snorted, his smiled widening—showing off his pearly white teeth. “Why don’t you,” he jokingly inquired, “That knowledge would probably come in handy to know in a Chemistry course, Dell. Maybe that’s why you can’t focus. You didn’t memorize Transition Metals compared to Alkali Metals and so further.” A buzz sensation went off inside pocket. It was his cellphone and most likely the receiving message was from Jess. Probably wishing them the best of luck on their late night studying—rooting for them. “oh, give yourself the easy work, I see,” he laughed, “Why do I always get stuck with writing down the equations and you the definitions?"

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“I hack one computer and that name has stuck.” She shook her head, swallowing another small mouthful of tea. So she had hacked in the computer to see what he professor was going to teach next. She wanted to go our for spring break and because the trip was leaving the thursday before she wanted to know the material they were covering. She thought she had been busted, but Sam and Jessica had scared her. Speaking of the other girl….she was glad she was making Sam happy. That was the only think she liked about her. Delilah wasn’t jealous of Jessica, no she was just upset that Sam wasn’t available anymore. She hadn’t made her move in that way on him at all and she had wish she had, but that’s all in the past now. Delilah rather have his friendship anyway. At least she could still be around him. She laughed and opened her book to the pages they would have to read. “Yeah, I am sure staring off into space with a blank look on my face does help with photographic memory. I am sure I could memorize the periodic table if I stared in confusion for long enough.” SHe knew it would be a long night of studying and with it being just them she hoped it would last long enough they gotta get stuff done. Stacks of note cards were in front of them, ready to be written on, and she was tempted to tell him to shut off his phone. “Well, you can work on the equations. I can do the definitions and note cards.”

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The hunter raised his eyebrows. "Sorry, Sir but I'm not the pizza guy, but I'm sure your case will still stand when he or she arrives at your door step," Sam lightly smiled. "I'm Agent Page," Sam naturally lied, displaying the fake identity snugged his jacket pocket, " I've was wondering if I could have a few moments of your time. My partner and I are looking into the case of twelve people mysterious in the forest a couple of weeks ago."

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“I don’t suppose any of you are actually delivering the pizza I ordered, are you? Because if so, you’re late and it’s free.”

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The musky scent of libraries was something that Sam Winchester had grown fond of throughout his life. He was a athlete during his high school days and an academic genius therefore he was often found with his nose in between the pages of a book. It became even more of a common theme when he became determined to enter Stanford and study law. This was his life—not his father’s—and he was on a path of normality for once. Sam felt no heavy burden to be a hunter like his father and Dean—this was where he truly belonged. He had friends. The girl of his dream, Jessica. Everything just seemed perfection—too perfect—and that idealism always brought him down a bit. Wondering about his brother from time to time even his own father brought him a little sadness. God, he missed Dean. 

Sam was heading to library, yet another night would be spent diligently studying over textbooks. This time the subject  was Chemistry, a subject he wasn’t too found of but dealt with like practically every other student around here.  He took a table, set his bag down and swiftly took out his books along with paper and pencils. Usually, he would promptly begin a long night study alone but this night Delilah was coming around. Delilah was one of his best friends—only of his only good friends around a couple young drunkards in the making. Her and Jess were his new life—his peace and normality. Sam felt a slight against his broad shoulder as Delilah placed a coffee in front of him. A bright smile light across his face as he gazed to her. “Thanks, Dell,” he thanked, immediately taking a small swallow of the hot liquid—instantly getting a jolt burst through his thoughts. A heartily chuckle left Sam’s lips and he shook his head. His short boyish brunette hair shook with him, messing only a tad. “Really? You seemed so focused while you were staring at him during lecture. I actually thought it was some new technique of notes you had going on,” he teased, grabbing the pad of notes from across the table, “Yea, I understood him.” 

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Delilah came back from the small cafe connected to the library. It was almost five and she was meeting with Sam to go over stuff for their Chemistry classes. Holding to venti sized cups she brought them back to the table, reaching over Sam’s shoulder to place the coffee in front of him. “Here,’ hopefully it’s to your liking.” She said, plopping in the hard chair beside him with her own cup of tea. It smelled of oranges and it was one of the most calming flavors she had tried. “Tell my you understood the professor, because I was hardly attentive.” Then again she was starting at the professor like he had a third head the entire time.