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Word Count: 1,342

Warning: No spoilers. Cussing.

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"Dude, this has gotta stop," I threw my pen across the room at the wall frustrated with Sam. He kept on switching the tabs I was in and closing them. It had been going on for several hours. After the three hundredth time, it was starting to get annoying. "How the hell am I suppose to figure out what's going on when you're messing with me?"

Sam: Then use my laptop not me.

I shrugged knowing he couldn't see me. It was like Sam was three years old again when he was really bored while we were driving cross-country going from hunt to hunt with Dad. I had only been seven; but, God he was annoying three year old. We'd see a cow and he'd ask, why is the cow black and brown Dean?

Why is the grass green?

What happened to the sun? Why isn't it up with the moon?

This went on for hours and hours a day. Right now, it was like that all over again. I wanted to punch him in the face then. I also wanted to punch him in the face right now. However, there was one problem, if I did that then there'd be no more Sam. I needed Sam. I couldn't function without him and he couldn't function without me. I chewed on my lip looking at what Sam had said.

Sam: Have you heard anything from Bobby?

"No and I'm stuck on this research. I don't know what's going on with the curse. I can usually find things but I can't."

Sam didn't respond for a while and it was almost like I could hear the gears working in his head. "Sam?" It was then I looked at the screen and saw that he was looking things up; going from web page to web page, typing things in the a word document. It was all happening so fast that it was hard for me to keep up.

Sam: You didn't try very hard did ya?

I stared at the screen reading over everything. "How…did you do that?"

Sam: The same way I always research. Only, I could do it faster because I'm a laptop.

The way Sam had written that, it was almost like he was happy he was a laptop. I raised my eyebrow, sat down and crossed my arms over my chest. "I thought you wanted to be back to normal again?"

Sam:I do but it was nice not having to do hours of research.

"Yeah and I spent hours doing it and you did it in a matter of minutes." I was no somewhat pissed at Sam for doing what I had spent hours on in a matter of minutes. I wanted that type of power. I liked the read but not do research. Believe it or not, there was a difference between the two. "Would you mind explaining this to me? I don't feel like reading all that."

Sam: …you'll have to read regardless…

I sighed knowing Sam was right. "Fine but you can still explain it."

Sam: *eye roll* Alright fine. So the witch's name is Beth. She's been in police reports a couple times. Arrested for DUI's and has a number of speeding tickets. It looks like she lives in Wichita, Kansas.

"What's the irony of a witch living in Wichita?" I laughed reading what Sam said. Beth would have to be stupid to live there. Why the hell would a witch want to live somewhere that has the word witch in it? It didn't make sense to me. Wichita was also close to home. Only a couple of hours but being that close to home, it made me nervous. I had only been back once in several years. I didn't want to go back and I wasn't going to. I hope Sam knew that.

Sam: I dunno but anyway, we're close to Wichita and it won't take very long to get there. Maybe two or three hours.

"Sammy focus, what about the curse?

Sam: Right the curse. Well, I couldn't really find anything on it considering we couldn't hear what Beth was saying. I'm not sure if she was speaking English or Latin. It sounded like a mixture between the two. The curse is relatively new and it seemed like it was almost home made.

"Home made?" I asked confused at this point. I went over to the fridge and grabbed a beer. I almost grabbed two but remembered Sam couldn't drink at the moment. "Hey Samtop, are you hungry?"

I sat back down in front of Samtop and waited for a response.

Sam: No why?

"Wouldn't you be hungry considering you are still human but a laptop. Well, we'll see how hungry you are when you get changed back."

Sam: Alright…anyway homemade… You know how we've created some exorcism and spells and what not over the years?

I nodded taking a drink of my beer and feeling the amber liquid roll down my throat. I waited for Sam to say something but remembered he couldn't see me. I was going to have to vocalize every nod or shake of the head. This was going to get annoying real quick.

"Yeah."

Sam: Well, if I'm thinking right, Beth did the same thing. She created her own spell to turn someone into an object. I'm not sure what the spell was.

"Alright so how do we gank this bitch?" I leaned back resting my arm on the arm rest of held my beer by the neck of the bottle letting it dangle above the floor.

Sam: We can't really stop Beth from being a witch. The only way to do it would be to kill her.

"After she changes you back to being human."

Sam: Of course, after that.

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Three hours later, I was in another motel several hours away from the one I had been in before. I was now in Wichita and had to work the case alone but not alone. The car ride to Wichita was somewhat lonely. I didn't have any one to talk to. The only person I did talk to was Bobby who gave me some more information. He told me where Beth lived and what bar she liked to hang out at. I knew that would help me find her.

I dropped down on to the bed and plugged in Samtop. His battery was almost dead when we left and I had to charge him or I wouldn't have a pattern right now. I waited for the laptop to power up and I looked at the background. It was boring and bland. I opened the search engine and found a background to use.

I started to chuckle seeing the background. The background was a picture of a little kitten stretched out with his belly showing. There was text that said I HAZ YOU IN MY GRAZP. It was funny and I knew Sam would get annoyed by it.

"Sam? Where are you?" It had been about ten minutes since I powered the computer up and Sam usually messaged me while the laptop was closed and when I immediately got on. Now, I hadn't gotten one message in the last three and a half hours.

A very quiet ping rang through the air.

Sam: D-dean… I think… I have a… virus…

I was in the process of swallowing when Sam sent the message. I choked and began to cough. "What?"

Sam: I think I have a virus. I don't feel good.

"From what?" I knew nothing about computers. How the hell was I suppose to fix this? Sam was the computer geek, not me. He was always the one who fixed my problems when the laptop had a virus.

Sam: I'm not sure. I think it was how fast I was researching. I might have picked it up then.

Great. Sam had a virus and he was computer. How the hell was I suppose to get this case done without the help of Sam? "Well this is just great."