“Romantic? Hemingway? He was an abusive, alcoholic misogynist who squandered half his life hanging around Picasso, trying to nail his leftovers.” (Sam/Aven @vvolfatthedoor)
Sam chuckled, his fingers moving through his locks as he held up his other hand in defense. Never did he ever think he'd ever enjoy working at a circus -- not with the clowns. It wasn't even the supernatural beings that frightened him -- being surrounded by vampires, werewolves, and demons wasn't anything new to him. Most of them were people -- and most certainly not just monsters like his father and brother had raised him to think. He saw the human side of almost all of them -- and part of him knew Dean was seeing it too with how much he refused to acknowledge how much he cared about Viv.
"Alright, my apologies. I'll do better research on my authors." He offered the werewolf a smile, raising his eyebrow as he glanced over at the work they were supposed to be doing -- and instead got distracted by a conversation about authors. "Who's the first one you think of when it comes to romance? And you're not allowed to say Shakespeare or Nicholas Sparks." There was a pause as his face wrinkled. "Not that I've read Nicholas Sparks' books."
