For @deanwinchcester, who won Best Rising Blogger in my latest Tumblr awards! Tech support & online dating AU. 3.2K.
Dean really needs a new computer.
His once-shiny MacBook was a gift from his parents when he started college five years ago. He’s a graduate student now, and the poor thing is practically gasping its dying breath. The battery’s shot and the warranty is over and he’s sick of hearing, “We don’t carry those parts anymore.” If he could restore a ‘67 Impala in 2010, then a laptop from 2012 ought to be reparable, but it’s pointless to yell at the Genius Bar, so he just brings the thing home and calls it a day.
That is, until 9 pm that night when he’s furiously typing and everything freezes.
“Shit,” he curses at the screen, jabbing the keys to no avail. He’s got work to submit by midnight; he truly doesn’t need this hiccup right now. He supposes he could print out the assignment, do it by hand, but thinks of all the problems he’s already done. And then he sees his phone and has a thought, something he’d heard, half-paying attention, during Orientation six months ago.
“Where’d that pen go…” he mumbles to himself, reaching for the mug on the corner of his desk. Wading through a bouquet of pencils and highlighters, he finds what he’s looking for on the side of a ballpoint:
Baker Library I.T. Help Desk
603-255-0918
He clicks the pen a couple of times before tapping out the number on his cell. He hears an automated message asking him to wait, and then it rings, once, twice-
“Hello, Baker Library I.T. Help Desk. This is Castiel. How can I help you?”
Dean blinks, unable to speak. Holy hell, is that really his voice?
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