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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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[gonna_live]

Kaylee doesn't watch -- whoever that is -- go.

Zoneage.

Serious, serious zoneage.

[gavemea_45]

As Andrew leaves, Sam turns back to Kaylee, smiling.

"Now where were we?"

[gonna_live]

"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.

[gavemea_45]

"It's what?"

Sam reaches up with his free hand and tucks a lock of hair behind her ear.

"Nothing bad, I hope?"

[hopeitsworthit]

Oooookay.

Not what he'd expected when he came to the bar lookin' for his brother.

On the one hand--look at Sam go, flirting with the girl for the first time in ages. Except it isn't that Mac girl, which--okay.

Fair enough.

But Sammy knows Kaylee's married.

Which. What the--

"Hey, Sam."

Dean punches his brother in the shoulder when he gets to him, grinning wide.

"Kaylee. What're you two crazy kids up to?"

[gonna_live]

"Well, we was havin' a moment."

[gavemea_45]

"Dean."

It comes out through teeth that are gritted in a tight, fixed smile. Sam's look speaks a hell of a lot more loudly than this words.

Dude, don't be a cockblock.

"Everything's fine. Why don't you go get a drink, or something?"

[hopeitsworthit]

"Nah, dude, I'm good here."

He's got one arm wrapped around Gigantor's shoulders.

Just to be obnoxious.

He'll turn it into a noogie in about ten seconds.

[gonna_live]

The problem is: she can't very well suggest that Dean get himself elsewhere posthaste.

Sam might not approve. And --

Well. What he thinks matters.




Life sucks.

Kaylee settles for leaning back against the table again, looking...well, kind of dejected, if you want to know the truth.

[gavemea_45]

No more than five seconds pass, however, before Sam plants an elbow solidly into Dean's gut.

"Get off me, man."

[hopeitsworthit]

Dean grunts, jerking away from Sam.

Then he smacks him upside the head.

"Dude. Cut it out. We got work to do, if you're done being all kissy-face here."

[gonna_live]

"Well, we hadn't started -- "

[hopeitsworthit]

"Aw, that's really too bad."

Dean's grin is brighter than usual. And kinda smirky.

"Or it would be if Sam wasn't such a crappy-ass kisser. Maybe he'll get to practice when we take on that possessed catfish."

He gives his brother a Look.

"I'll even give you pointers, Sammy. Expert advice is critical with shit like this."

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Sam opens his mouth to reply hotly and then visibly changes his mind.

"No way, man." He leans back in his chair, smirking a little. "You're just jealous."

A beat.

"Besides, I think Kaylee can decide for herself just how well I kiss."

[gonna_live]

"Gorram right I can."

Let us pause and take a moment to observe Sam Winchester in all his floppy-haired, bashful, adorable glory.

(Kaylee certainly is taking a moment.)

And then, over her shoulder to Dean (but not really ever taking her eyes off Sam): "Why don't you go practice on the catfish? We're a little -- occupied."

" -- if that's all right with you," she says in a rush, low, biting her lower lip again.

For Sam's Ears Only.

[hopeitsworthit]

"Uh. Yeah. But while you're occupied ain't no one watching my ass, and since I'm not lookin' to get killed by a freaking fake creature of the sea--I'm gonna have to take Sam off your hands for a little."

He's got his elbow hooked around Sam's neck again.

"Come on, Sammy--faster we take care of this, faster you can get back to your, uh--your little girlfriend, here."

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Some things even a love spell isn't strong enough to overcome. Sam lands another blow, this time to Dean's ribs-- but he's no longer resisting.

"Okay, point." He grins cheekily at his brother. "Don't worry, dude, I've got your back. Besides, you wouldn't know how to handle the thing alone."

But then, as if drawn by a magnet, Sam turns to look at Kaylee.

"I shouldn't be too long," he reassures her. "It's only a possessed catfish."

[gonna_live]

"I don't know -- " Fretfully. "You'll be careful, right?"

And then, stricken, eyes wide:

"You'll -- you're gonna come back, right?"

[gavemea_45]

"I'll be careful-- and I'll come back."

Sam smiles at her.

"I promise."

[hopeitsworthit]

"Dude, this ain't freaking Romeo and Juliet."

Dean gets a firmer grip on his brother and starts heading toward the door.

"Come on."

[gonna_live]

She watches them go, positively radiating misery.

"I'll be right here!" she calls after them, desperately. "Waiting!"