"So you think we shouldn't go?"
Sam doesn't think it's an option, even as he asks the question. He's pretty sure Dean and he can refuse any invitation anyone chooses to make, it's not that. It's that this is something he can't turn down. Dean's right: the Miskatonic isn't mentioned in their Dad's journal, this is something new. And it's calling out to Sam.
He looks at Dean and sees him reading the letter again. They should know better than to let their curiosity get the better of them. They should.
"William Armitage," says Dean. "University Librarian. We can handle a librarian, right? Whatever kind of creepy shit he's got going on, I reckon we can take a librarian."
It's hard to disagree when Dean grins at him like that, so reckless and confident. Sam thinks they both know it's not as cut and dried as that, but he also knows they both want to go.
The Old Gods return by fleshflutter
Lovecraftian, casefic, non-con, mpreg Dean
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