— Another Library
Sam chuckled at the incredulous look on Molly’s face. It was refreshing to find somebody who didn’t only accept his story as truth, but found it fascinating. Though, if Molly had to face some of the things he had, she may not think hunting was such a cool job.“Yeah, I’ve got some great stories; but I doubt anybody would take me seriously.” Except other hunters, of course, but Sam wouldn’t say he was close to many of them.
Molly’s next question made him pause, though. Should he tell her? “It’s sort of the family business. Our mother was a hunter, but she gave up that life. But later, our dad got into it.” He shrugged, “We just came into the job.” Maybe he wasn’t telling the entire truth, but he wasn’t lying, either. He didn’t know Molly well, and even though she seemed very nice and trustworthy, he’d been tricked enough times to be wary when meeting new people.
Molly blushed a little bit when he started laughing. She knew how she must look right now, but she couldn’t find it in herself to care. She just wanted to keep talking to him. It wasn’t that often that she had someone this interesting to talk to. Well, Sherlock was always interesting but he didn’t really talk to her. More at her. And Jim had seemed like he was interested, but…nevermind. She wasn’t going to go there anymore. Not even in her own mind.
When she heard how vague his answer was, Molly immediately decided not to ask anymore questions. She could tell that whatever had actually happened was painful, and not the type of thing you share with someone you just met. Maybe they would become friends and she could learn more about him, but now certainly wasn’t the right time.
“Well, I’d love to hear some of those stories if you have any that you want to share. Although, I understand if you don’t. I mean, you don’t know me very well at all and I just keep asking you questions about your life. Thank you for being so patient with me.” What about him made her want to babble a little bit every time she opened her mouth? She really needed to work on this. At least that hadn’t been as bad as the previous times.
Sam shook his head at Molly’s thanks. “It’s no trouble, really. It’s been a long time since I’ve just sat and talked about all this.” In fact, he should be the one thanking her. He missed having conversations like these. Dean wasn’t really available for them anymore.
“I’d love to tell you some stories,” he said, smiling. But the grin dropped from his face when he felt one of his phones buzz. Dean was the only one with the number, and if he was calling that phone, it must be important. He didn’t answer the call, but instead sent a text: On my way. – Sam Dean would know that there were others around and he couldn’t talk openly right now. Sure, Molly now knew of the hunting business, but Sam felt that he should keep their current case under wraps until they knew exactly what they were dealing with.
Sam looked at Molly, noting her young appearance, and wondered if it would be best for him to just leave her out of all this. Let her forget she even met him. But he couldn’t. There was something about the girl that seemed different. She’d be able to handle this, though it might be hard for her to adjust.
He sighed, and faintly smiled. “Sorry that was my brother. I’ve got to go, but I’d like to see you again. This was nice.” He grabbed a nearby piece of paper that the library had supplied for note-taking and scribbled one of his phone numbers on it. Sam slid the paper across to her and stood up. “Call me sometime,” he said, knowing he sounded rather cliché. “I’ll see you later, Molly.” And with that, he left, waving goodbye over his shoulder.
