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[gavemea_45]

If Sam never sees another catfish ever again, that'll be perfectly fine with him.

Perhaps especially not a giant spinning catfish -- which, as it turns out, isn't actually supposed to be spinning.

This would be why Sam is currently hunched over a table, poring over a collection of books, notes, his laptop, and John Winchester's journal, trying to figure out how on earth to exorcise a possessed statue of a fish.

As far as he knows, Dean's still back in the hotel room, laughing himself sick.

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[stilljustandrew]

*A large stack of books shuffles by his table.*

*Hang on, there's someone behind it.*

[gavemea_45]

It's a good thing he's tall. Sam leans sideways, trying to get a look.

"... Andrew?"

[stilljustandrew]

-- Sam?

*A distracted face leans out from around the corner of the books.*

Oh, hey.

[gavemea_45]

"You're gonna drop those in a second or two."

He's already clearing part of the table.

"Take a load off."

[stilljustandrew]

Muchas gracias, man.

*The stack of books starts to slide as he sets it down, and he manages to grab it before it gets past than the edge of the table. He lets out a sigh, and looks at the books unhappily.*

I've got no idea where to start with these.

[gavemea_45]

"C'mon, dude, you know better than that. You start with the question."

Sam grins at him, but it fades fast as he gets a closer look at Andrew's face.

"... something tells me this isn't gonna be a fun question."

[stilljustandrew]

*More than anything else, Andrew looks ... well ... harried.*

You guys ever deal with love-spells?

[nolongerhunted]

"Pouring yourself into your work?" She's been about. Sort of. Normally if she's not up in her room then she's outside by the lake. Somewhere comfortable so to speak. But it was good to see Sam... not that she'd say otherwise. It was always good to see him.

[gavemea_45]

That voice will always get his full attention. Sam's head jerks up.

"Hey, Jess."

He's smiling, a little.

"Something like that, yeah."

[nolongerhunted]

"Hey Sam. How've you been?"

She may or may not ask about Dean later. It all really depends on her mood.

"What this time?"

[gavemea_45]

"Pretty good, you?"

But at her question, the look that crosses his face is distinctly pained.

"... catfish."

[nolongerhunted]

"Doin' alright."

Or at least she has been anyways. At the look on his face she sits down and raises a brow.

"Catfish? Do I even want to know?"

[gavemea_45]

He buries his face in his hands, then runs his fingers through his hair as he straightens, which has the result of tousling it up.

He doesn't seem to notice.

"Probably not. I wish I didn't."

A beat.

"... Jess, it's a statue. A giant statue, of a fish. On top of a pole."

Another beat.

"And it's spinning."

[q_in_training]

"I think getting in close range of that many books and notes might qualify as 'ruining my summer vacation,'" says a thoughtful, dryly amused voice from above him.

Weird how Mac doesn't seem to mind.

[gavemea_45]

"You have no idea."

Sam looks up at her with a bemused, nearly pained expression, but there's a slow smile all the same.

A beat.

"Hey, Mac. I don't suppose you know anything about catfish?"

[q_in_training]

The bemused look's echoed right back at him.

"Are we talking recipes or eighth-grade science reports?"

[gavemea_45]

"Oh, there's recipes," he informs her. Mournfully.

"There's an entire festival. With fried catfish. And a rodeo. And a catfish fair. And a parade, with a Catfish Princess."

A beat.

"And a giant statue of a catfish, mounted on a pole in the middle of town, spinning like a top. That'd be where we come in."

[q_in_training]

Give Mac a second: she's still stuck on the mental image of a catfish rodeo. And of Madison Sinclair as a Catfish Princess.

It's an oddly cheering mental image. Some of it might involve a Carrie-like dumping of fish guts over her head.

That done, she pulls out the chair across from him and takes a seat, trying very hard to keep her laughter under control. "Yeah? Doing what?"

[gavemea_45]

"Well, it's not supposed to spin."

Sam's tone is more than a little dry.

"And we've got to stop it."

[creator_raven]

There is a thump to his left, then long skinny fingers are poking at his research.

Particularly the laptop.

The keys click. This is obviously immensely entertaining.

[gavemea_45]

"Hey!"

Automatically, Sam swats at his hand.

"Watch it!"

[creator_raven]

Raven just looks back at Sam.

He blinks.

"I am, perhaps, not always for breaking things."

Beat.

"So."

He is ignoring the swatting.

For now.

[gavemea_45]

"Sorry-- it's reflex," Sam says, wincing a little.

"You wouldn't believe how easy it is to screw this thing up with a wrong move."

[creator_raven]

Raven flicks the back of the laptop very carefully.

"Possibly it is not just this thing, yes?"

[gavemea_45]

"Mostly that thing, yes," he counters.

He manages not to wince this time, though.