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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]

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

You guys ever deal with love-spells?

[gavemea_45]

There's a long, long pause, in which Sam just stares at him.

"Please tell me you're kidding."

[stilljustandrew]

*fervently* There are no words in Elvish, Entish, or the tongues of Men for how much I wish I were kidding.

[gavemea_45]

"... crap."

He flips through a few pages of notes, then reaches for John's journal.

"Okay, what do you know so far?"

[stilljustandrew]

It started, um ... either yesterday or the day before? I think the day before.

It's hit a girl called River Tam.

[gavemea_45]

He shakes his head.

"I don't think I know her."

[stilljustandrew]

She's --

*Andrew cranes his neck, looking around.*

Around here somewhere. She'll probably be right around here soon.

[gavemea_45]

"...oh."

Sam's trying hard not to grin.

"Oh. I get it. It's you, huh?"

[stilljustandrew]

*That gets a sour face.*

Laugh it up, fuzzball.

Seriously, this thing has her tripping out of her mind, and from what I understand her mind's not the most stable place to begin with. I can't just --

I've gotta do something.

[gavemea_45]

"Oh come on, you have to admit-- you know what, never mind."

Sam leans over, dragging several of the books over to his side of the table, then turns back to John's journal.

"Besides, I think I saw something in here--"

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

From up in the rafters, an invisible someone invisibly swings invisible legs.

And covers his mouth to keep from laughing.

River really is precious when she's in love; Puck feels almost as if he's done a public service. Sadly, she isn't nigh, and personally he finds this new character rather a dull follow-up.

Books. Gag him with a spoon. Something's got to be done about this ...

[stilljustandrew]

*Especially since the book Andrew's got open has an illustration that may strike Puck as vaguely familiar.*

*It's of a female figure with graceful butterfly wings, dressed in gauzy robes, embracing a donkey-headed man in rough peasant's garb.*

This guy's got a section on love philtres and how to counter them, but he's not very reliable ...

[gavemea_45]

"Yeah? Let me see that."

Sam leans over, craning his neck in order to get a better look.

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

OH NO YOU DON'T.

Puck doesn't know where they got that book, but things are clearly reaching a critical point here-- and if there's one thing he believes, it's that it's no fun if somebody figures out the game before he's done playing.

Therefore, to outside observers, Andrew and Sam appear to fall into a peaceful and near-simultaneous slumber ...



After having been struck from behind by some presumably blunt (though wholly invisible) object. They appear to be somewhat like that. Anyway, after that, Puck acts quickly: The offending text is tucked into his invisible shirt, and both Sam and Andrew are liberally dosed with love-in-idleness.

Then Puck retreats to the rafters once again.

What the world needs now ...

[gonna_live]

And here the maiden, sleeping there,
On the worn yet fuzzy chair.
Pretty soul! she durst not lie
Near this lack-love, this kill-courtesy.

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

... Good point.

Leaving his freshly-stolen book perched precariously on a beam, Puck drops down to the floor again to add one fiiiiiinal touch to this near-perfect romantic masterpiece.

He really does have the soul of a poet, you know.

[stilljustandrew]

*Yes. One might wonder what he paid for it.*

*If one weren't unconscious.*

[gonna_live]

-- this lack-love, this kill-courtesy --









That would never describe Sam Winchester.

(Maybe Dean.)

It doesn't take Kaylee very much time to wake up, and stretch.

It takes Kaylee even less time to make a beeline to Sam's side. "Hey -- " She shakes his shoulder, gently. "Are you -- "

People don't often conk out over their books, is the thing. Not like this.

Especially not people this pretty.

[gavemea_45]

"Hm? ... Ow."

Sam stirs, raising one hand to the back of his head -- which is really aching for some reason -- and then blinks, looking up at her.

A beat, and a shy, endearing smile.

"Hey."

[gonna_live]

"...hey."

Kaylee catches her lip between her teeth as she smiles (and if Sam's is shy, hers is a little...knowing).

And then, laughing: "I swear I had somethin' to tell you, but it must've flown right out of my head -- but -- that don't matter, does it?" She leans against the table, leaning on her hand, turning in toward him, still with that smile.

[gavemea_45]

"No-- unless it was important?"

Sam's not paying much attention to anything around him, at least not for any longer than it takes to shoves the books on the table out of Kaylee's way.

He smiles back at her.

"I guess you'll just have to stick around until you remember it."

[stilljustandrew]

mnnng.

*Andrew's hand goes to the back of his head, touches it gingerly, and immediately withdraws. Wincing, he raises his head and blearily opens his eyes.*

*...oh.*




*It's only in his head that that face is outlined in light and backed by a chorus of angelic voices.*

[gonna_live]

"...that could take a little while," she confides, as her hand brushes his arm. "I mean. Just so you know."

[gavemea_45]

"Good. I mean--"

Sam shifts in his chair, pushing back from the table a bit.

"--if you're not, you know, busy."

[stilljustandrew]

*Andrew's breath catches a little. Because ghod, Sam's beautiful when he smiles like that.*



*...Except he's smiling at her.*



Um.