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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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[gavemea_45]

Sam laughs.

"You might regret offering once you start reading about catfish, but there's no way I'm not gonna take you up on that."

A beat, and a quick grin.

"I'm guessing you'll want the computer search? Even if it is Windows?"

[q_in_training]

And that's enough for the smile to turn into a full-out, mischievous grin.

"Yeah I do."

Anyway, she's gotten enough practice from Hearst tech support at stifling the unclean! unclean! reaction to handling anything made by Bill Gates and company. There are way too many PC users on that campus.

So, very carefully (and even though he just offered, computer geek social standards demand that she give Sam a quick may I? look first), she scoots her chair closer to the laptop and gently edges it toward herself.

[gavemea_45]

He grins and waves her on, then reaches for the books and notes.

A comfortable sort of silence falls between them, broken by the rustle of paper and the soft click of keys, along with the occasional question or amused comment tossed back and forth.


It's a good kind of feeling.