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Of Gardens and Prayers

Summary: Castiel doesn't receive many prayers, being an angel few know. Someone has been praying to the Angel of Thursday and though he knows he shouldn't, his curiosity is getting the better of him. One little peek down on Earth couldn't hurt. No one would notice.

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Lebanon

Ship: Sam/OMC

Words: 3310

Rating: G

Summary: Sam meets someone in town.

Sam slowed his run to a walk, panting and wiping sweat off his forehead. He took a long drink from his water bottle and looked around absentmindedly, trying to pinpoint where exactly he was. He was trying a new running route this morning. He wasn’t often in this part of town. Across the street, he spotted a little building with a sign declaring Godfrey Books: Used Books Store.

Sam checked his watch; he still had a few minutes before he had to get back to the bunker. He waited for a few cars to pass and crossed the street, pulling a hairband off his wrist and tying his sweaty hair up in a ponytail.

A bell jingled as he opened the door. The interior of the shop was cozy, with a few tables and beanbags in one corner and bookshelves in neat rows. Near the front of the shop was a counter and a cash register, behind which sat a man reading a book.

The man at the counter looked up when Sam walked in. He had a bit of scruff and a kind face. When he saw Sam, his mouth dropped open like a guppy, although he quickly closed it and sat up straight. “Welcome to Godfrey’s Books, is there anything I can help you with?”

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