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Sam Winchester ([personal profile] gavemea_45) wrote in [community profile] milliways_bar2007-07-02 08:53 pm

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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.
stilljustandrew: (geek.)

[personal profile] stilljustandrew 2007-07-03 04:08 am (UTC)(link)
*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 ...

[identity profile] puckishly.livejournal.com 2007-07-03 04:20 am (UTC)(link)
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: (not for thy fairy kingdom)

[personal profile] gonna_live 2007-07-03 04:25 am (UTC)(link)
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.

[identity profile] puckishly.livejournal.com 2007-07-03 04:29 am (UTC)(link)
... 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: (defeated)

[personal profile] stilljustandrew 2007-07-03 04:31 am (UTC)(link)
*Yes. One might wonder what he paid for it.*

*If one weren't unconscious.*
gonna_live: (she fell in love with a drummer)

[personal profile] gonna_live 2007-07-03 04:40 am (UTC)(link)
-- 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.
gonna_live: (parasol)

[personal profile] gonna_live 2007-07-03 04:47 am (UTC)(link)
"...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.
stilljustandrew: (red lit)

[personal profile] stilljustandrew 2007-07-03 04:54 am (UTC)(link)
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: (name me a song that everybody knows)

[personal profile] gonna_live 2007-07-03 05:00 am (UTC)(link)
"...that could take a little while," she confides, as her hand brushes his arm. "I mean. Just so you know."
stilljustandrew: (serious 3)

[personal profile] stilljustandrew 2007-07-03 05:09 am (UTC)(link)
*Andrew's breath catches a little. Because ghod, Sam's beautiful when he smiles like that.*



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




Um.
gonna_live: (turn on the light)

[personal profile] gonna_live 2007-07-03 05:12 am (UTC)(link)
"Only pressin' business I got's in this immediate vicinity, so -- " Kaylee shifts off the table. " -- think it's pretty safe to say I'm all yours."

Beat.

"...hey, I'm taller than you." She sounds enchanted by this realization.
stilljustandrew: (so very blue)

[personal profile] stilljustandrew 2007-07-03 05:18 am (UTC)(link)
*A tiny bit louder, but only just:*

Um?

*And a little plaintive, and a tiny bit reproachful.*

We were ... doing stuff.
gonna_live: (she fell in love with a drummer)

[personal profile] gonna_live 2007-07-03 05:31 am (UTC)(link)
Kaylee does not glare at Andrew.

That would be rude.

...she might look like she wants to. Just a little.

Clearly the answer is to trail an adoring hand down Sam's shoulder and observe him in profile.




Yeah. She's zoned out.
stilljustandrew: (serious 3)

[personal profile] stilljustandrew 2007-07-03 05:38 am (UTC)(link)
... Yeah. Okay.

*And maybe it is okay. Because Sam wouldn't go off and leave important research in the middle, would he? Of course not. He's ... dedicated. And steadfast. And honorable. If he says he has stuff to check into first, then it must be important. Sam wouldn't lie to him.*

*He's probably talking in vague generalities because of this girl who's all over him. Maybe he needs to get some information out of her. In which case he can't exactly say so out loud, can he? Better leave him to it.*


You'll, um ... you'll let me know? After?
stilljustandrew: (smile 2)

[personal profile] stilljustandrew 2007-07-03 05:48 am (UTC)(link)
*Of course.*

*The words are a small warm glow in his chest. Of course.*


Okay. I, um.

*Hastily, he gathers up his stack of books, feeling the smile stretch his cheeks, feeling the pink spreading from the tips of his ears.*

Later.

*And exit stage right.*
gonna_live: (she fell in love with a drummer)

[personal profile] gonna_live 2007-07-03 05:51 am (UTC)(link)
Kaylee doesn't watch -- whoever that is -- go.

Zoneage.

Serious, serious zoneage.
gonna_live: (looking down and smiling)

[personal profile] gonna_live 2007-07-03 05:57 am (UTC)(link)
"What? -- oh."

"Oh." Beaming, now, with slow warmth.

(And blushing, a little. Maybe.)

"I think we'd figured out that I'm okay bein' right here. But -- after that...it's..." Her voice trails off.

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