Dean groaned softly. It wasn't so much that he was in a library. He'd been in one before, and he had a feeling he'd be in one again. It was the way the world changed; he hated dreams and reality doing that. He liked getting places by his own volition - feet or wheels. He liked being in control.
"Fuck me." Really? Was this what they were supposed to do?
"Com'on, Gil; let's see if this fucked up place accepts dream check outs." His shoulder glanced off Fishman's as he passed by. It wasn't overly aggressive but it was't lacking in aggression either. Fishface had something to do with this, Dean was sure of it.
He headed up the steps and before he even reached the door, he was walking across the lobby toward the books. Yes, this was not at all the way he liked things to happen. He stopped with the scene change and looked around for his apparent partner in dream.