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✉ 2018/06/01 at 12:33
From : [email protected]
To : [email protected]
Subject : homecoming ?
Attach : librairiansfpl.pdfHey dude,
They’re looking for someone at the Sioux Falls library, wanna give it a try ?
PS : please call Bobby, he can’t stop complaining you’re an “ungrateful twat who never calls”
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Research Assistant Professor - Sam Winchester
History Department
University of Minnesota Twin Cities
✉ 2018/06/01 at 14:47
From : [email protected]
To : [email protected]
Subject : Re : homecoming ?Hey bitch,
Miss me that much ? I don’t know, I’ll give it a look. And I’ll call Bobby tonight
✉ 2018/06/02 at 07:54
From : [email protected]
To : [email protected]
Subject : Re : Re : homecoming ?Oh please, don’t be so picky. You know you need a job or in like 3 weeks, you’ll be living in the Impala. Just send your resume, okay ? You could crash at my place. Or Bobby’s (you forgot to call, didn’t you ?)
PS : stop using b**** in your emails, it goes right into my spam folder.
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Research Assistant Professor - Sam Winchester
History Department
University of Minnesota Twin Cities
✉ 2018/06/02 at 9:03
From : [email protected]
To : [email protected]
Subject : Re : Re : Re : homecoming ?Bold of you to assume I’m not already living in Baby, bitch.
I’ll call Bobby today, cross my ♥
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Dean sat on the bed and stretched, his phone held tightly into his hand. The motel room was dark enough to hide the faded wallpaper, shabby carpet and cheap furniture, but it couldn’t do anything in favor of the squeaky mattress that made his night a nightmare.
He hadn’t work for a month, despite those two random days on a construction site. Sammy was right, it was a matter of weeks before he needed to sleep in the car, and then, even this crappy mattress would be reminded as a heavenly memory. Fuck, he was too old for this shit.
After running a hand on his sleepy face, he scrolled through his short contact list until he found Bobby Singer.
“’bout time !” yelled the grumpy voice after two rings. Sam wasn’t lying about that, Bobby was pissed.
Dean fell back on the bed and closed his eyes, smiling at the familiar and homey sound. “Hey Bobby, I’m fine thanks, how are you ? It’s nice to hear your voice …”
“Don’t you ‘Hey’ me, you brat ! You haven’t called in weeks, loose the attitude.”
Hadn’t he, really ? In weeks ? Well, thank God Sam was a better man than he was. “Sorry Bobby, I’m a little piece of shit.”
“Better. How’re you, son ?” Bobby has always been an irritable guy. There was no human alive that could remember Bobby enjoying anything without grumbling. But once you were used to it, you could really spot the good heart and the fondness underneath all the mumbling and the bitching. “Sam told me you’re looking for a job. Again.”
“I’m fine. It was a temporary contract, you know. Nothing went wrong. I’ll find something else.” Why was everybody so worried about that ? He didn’t leave Sioux Falls to settle somewhere, get married and start a lifelong career in a boring company. He left to move around, try some things, enjoy the freedom of a life without constraint. Maybe it was becoming a bit of a struggle, but he regretted nothing. Dean added “And Sam sent me the ad, for the job at the library.” There was absolutely no chance that his brother didn’t tell that to Bobby. Those two were way too close and shared a nasty tendency for gossip. Especially about Dean.
“Yeah. Better send a fucking good application, idiot. Your family lives here and there’s a perfectly good job waiting for you. Get your shit together.” Bobby wasn’t getting any softer with age, Dean thought. On the other hand, maybe he doubled on the groans because he was indeed becoming more and more of an old sap.
He rolled his eyes and promised he would look at the ad and think about it seriously.
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✉ 2018/06/05 at 16:12
From : [email protected]
To : [email protected]
Subject : Dean Winchester – application for librarian position
Attach : DWinchester_Resume.pdf ; DWinchester_CL.pdfDear Sir/Madam,
I came across your music and film librarian job opening at Sioux Falls Public Library on the website and I would like to apply for this position.
Attached you will find my cover letter and my resume. Please do not hesitate to reach out if you would like additional information.
Thank you for your time and consideration for this position,
Sincerely,
Dean Winchester
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Dean didn’t had to pass an interview in like, years. When he got the call, he freaked out.
The last jobs he got were always through acquaintances or because he found himself at the right time and place. Not to mention that they were just…jobs. Some of them were crappy, some of them were nice and he genuinely enjoyed it but beside of the money, there never was any stake.
Why would this one be different ? The salary wasn’t extraordinary, the position wasn’t especially exciting and the building, from what he saw on Google Street, wasn’t brand new.
But it was in Sioux Falls.
This idea had dug and dug deeper in his mind since Sam send him the job ad.
Dean never really planned to come back and live in Sioux Falls for good. He’d settled for short visits between two jobs, or a weekend when he had days off and wasn’t too far away. Dean had reflected on this for two weeks now and…well. Maybe it had become harder and harder to leave Sam and Bobby every time. Maybe he’d wished he had more than a few hours and a couple beers with Benny, twice a year.
The more he pictured a future life in Sioux Falls, working at the library, with his free time spend with his family and his childhood friend, the more he wanted it. And it freaked him out. Dean never though he would one day crave family, friends and hominess the way he did now. He never was the type to introspect much and be in tune with his inner self, but he had to admit that he’d missed a big point there. At this pace, he would turn into an empathetic self-caring hippie like his brother, listening to his soul and all this crap.
He had spent more time that he would admit on his application and the wait had been fucking torture. When he hung up the phone, he felt cold sweat running down his back. This shit was about to get real. What if it didn’t turn out well ?
The perspective of failing the interview ? Dean couldn’t give a fuck about it, professionally speaking. But he was now aware of a thing he wanted pretty badly and he was not ready to let it go. He spent a few minutes looking into the distance and shook his head. There was not much he could do make it happen, but a haircut and a good shave would probably be a good start. And a couple of text, too.
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“You’re going like this ?” Benny asked, frowning. He was leaning against the doorframe of his spare room while his childhood friend was lacing his boots, sat on the edge of the bed. He had never imagined Dean putting on a suit for a job interview but that was… well. That was very casual.
“What do you mean ?” Dean looked down at his denim clad legs. That was the most appropriate piece of clothing into his entire duffel bag. Still crisp and pristine, barely a year old. “It’s a brand-new pair of jeans !”
“And this is your Led Zep t-shirt…” Benny deadpanned, pointing to Dean’s chest. He’d seen him wearing that shirt for years. This shirt went for a dip into Wall Lake like 10 years ago, and it was already vintage then. It had been spilled with so much beer it could probably tell the difference between lagers and ales. Benny clearly remembered throwing up on it at least once, and it would be very unlikely if Dean himself hasn’t. And above all : he was positive that this shirt couldn’t pass a black light test.
Dean muttered “Yeah, ‘cause that’s a reference, you know, for the job. And it’s vintage.”
“Don’t fuck with me, it’s ratty and you know it” Benny knew Dean was stubborn. He also knew that even if he would never phrased it like that, Dean considered it his ‘lucky shirt’. He sighed “At least put on a jacket. And some decent shoes...”
“Dude, have you been watching ‘Queer Eye’ ? I swear to fuck… ”
“Stop whining. One hour in a jacket for every Friday night on my couch, with beer, burgers and your fucking concert t-shirt.” He refused to let Dean threw his chance away just because he was too insecure to try. Dean could shove up his fake ‘I don’t care that I don’t care’ attitude up his ass, for once.
Ten minutes later, Dean was wearing a jacket over his t-shirt and he traded his boots for a much classier pair from Benny. “Can I go now ?” He threw Benny an irritated look.
“Yeah. Go get them, Tiger.”
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