Author's Note: I'm back with a second chapter :] So many people wanted a second chapter so I was like why not? I'm glad everyone likes the idea of Sam turning into a laptop :D Hope you enjoy this chapter!

Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I still do not own the Supernatural :[ If I did, you'd already heard about season 7

Word Count: 1,481

Warnings: Cussing. No spoliers

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Sam: Dean.

Dean.

Dean!

DEAN!

I looked at the messages Sam was sending me. He was obviously very pissed that I wasn't answering him. It was nice not having to respond right away. It seemed like he couldn't see me so he'd have no idea what I was doing right now. I smiled. "What computer geek? Hey, can you see me?"

Sam: Um…no and will you please tell me what's going on?

Question answered. I smirked thinking of all the things I could do to his face and he wouldn't even know it. Or would he…? Well, I'd just have to find out once we fixed this whole curse thing. "I dunno. I woke up to you gone. The witch obviously cursed you somehow."

Sam: Thank you Captain Obvious.

"Hey, you asked." I answered the computer screen. It felt really weird talking to a computer. It was like I was crazy or something…

Sam: We have to figure something out, I can't be a computer for the rest of my life.

"We'll figure something out. Don't we always?"

Sam: Sometimes and sometimes it's just your dumb luck that gets us out of the situation.

"Don't go blaming me for this one. It was your idea to take this case." I responded. I'm pretty sure if I could see Sam's eyes right now, he'd roll them. I glanced over at the clock on the night stand and it read three thirty. I yawned and another ping sound from the chat rang through the air.

Sam: You still there?

"Yeah and I'm going to sleep. It's three thirty in the morning. Night Sammy." I reached for the top of the computer and shut it. I set the computer on the bed and went back to my bed. The next thing I knew, I was fast asleep dreaming.

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Yawning, I rolled over and looked at the clock. It read one fifteen in the afternoon. This was the latest I've slept in a very long time and it was nice. I didn't have any case hanging over my head which felt like the world was sitting on my shoulders. Let me tell you, after a while the world starts to hurt your shoulders.

I sat up in bed and stretched. In the process of stretching, my shoulder burned in pain. I had forgotten I had dislocated it last night fighting the witch. I rubbed my shoulder getting out of bed. I was about to open the laptop when I figured I could take my time taking a shower and eating.

An hour later, I was dressed and I sat down at the kitchenette table with Sam the laptop (I decided to nickname him Samtop) and Sam's lap top. I opened Sam's laptop then Samtop. Once I opened Samtop I was bombarded with messages from Sam.

Sam: Dammit Dean, that hurt!

Sam: Dean? You know its almost ten right? Where are you?

Sam: This is getting annoying Dean. Get your ass outta bed!

Sam: DEAN! Wake up!

Sam: Dean? Where'd ya go?

I smiled knowing how annoyed Sam was. About fifteen more messages popped up from Sam. I read all of them. Man was he a whiner.

"Dude, chill. I'm right here," I leaned back in the chair and opened the internet on Samtop. I started to punch in a witch curses in the search engine.

Sam: About time! I'm glad I wake you up 'cuz we'd never get anything done if we went by your schedule. Dude, that tickles… knock it off! *laughs*

I raised an eyebrow. "Does this really tickle?"

Sam: Yes, *growls* knock it off.

I smirked and started to click on the keys some more. I was typing gibberish just to annoy Sam because I knew it would annoy him. As I typed away furiously, the little message box popped up and the next thing I know, music is blaring from the speakers. It's not just a simple quite music, no it's the I'm-going-to-blow-my-ear-drums-out-music. I covered my ears as the pain of the loud music hurt my ear drums. "Dude! What the hell?"

Sam: I asked you to stop and you didn't. *frowns*

"You didn't need to blare my friggin' ear drums out!" I shot back as my ears were still ringing from the loud scream music he had played. "How the hell did you do that anyway?"

Sam: I dunno man… *shrugs* I just kinda happened.

"Well words of advice, if you don't want to be smashed into pieces, don't do it again," I growled rubbing my right ear.

Sam: If you want a brother anymore, then I advise you not to do that.

I rolled my eyes and sat back in the chair. It was weird thinking Sam was a laptop and I was using him. I could be tou—okay, not going there. I shook my head trying to get that mental image out of my head. I mean, he is my brother. "Whatever, okay we gotta get moving with this. I want Sam back and not Samtop."

Sam: *raises eyebrow* Samtop?

"It's the nickname I gave you Sammy. Chill." I grabbed my phone and hit speed dial number three. Sammy was my first speed dial after the programmed voicemail and then it was Bobby. I crossed my arm over my chest resting my shoulder as the phone rang waiting for Bobby to pick up. A message from Samtop popped up but I ignored it only knowing that he'd be pissed at me later. But it was like a text message, you could ignore it until it was convenient for you to read and answer.

"Hello?" The gruff voice on the other end of the phone said.

"Bobby Sam and I kinda ran into a little problem…" I stood up and as soon as I stood up, a ping was heard from Samtop.

I heard a sigh on the other end. I could only imagine Bobby rubbing his hand over his face and leaning back in whatever chair he was sitting in. "What kinda problem ya idjits?"

"Well…" I paced back and forth between the front of the room to the kitchenette table. "We were on a case with a witch who was a complete bitch. She was just nasty. Sam or I pissed her off and then we think… well obviously she cursed Sam."

"Cursed Sam how?"

I continued to pace and more pings were being heard from Samtop that like all the others, I was ignoring. I rubbed my forehead and sighed. "He was changed into a laptop."

There was a long pause and on the other side of the room, several pings rang through the air. I waited for Bobby's reply. "A what?"

"A laptop."

"How?"

"He was cursed. I woke up at three in the morning to hear a pop and a muffled cry from Sam. Next thing I knew, I was talking to Sam through a chat room on him…. That sounds dirty…."

"What do you mean a 'chart room'?" I could hear the confusion and bewilderment in Bobby's voice. He had been through a lot in his life but I don't think he's ever heard of someone being cursed into a laptop.

"I powered up Samtop – that's the nickname I game him – and before I did anything, a chat popped up with a message from Sam. I started to talk to him by typing, you know, the usual chat room talking but then I said something out loud and he heard me. He can hear me but he can't talk." I stopped in front of Samtop and read the messages. They were mainly about whom was I talking to, what does Bobby have to say, Dean why won't you respond, type of questions. Like before, I ignored them. "What do you think?"

"I think that you two are a bunch of idjits, that's what I think."

"Bobby that doesn't really help me…" I responded slightly annoyed with the whole situation; however, at the same time, I found it very amusing.

"Do you know the witches name?"

"No."

Another sigh from the other end and another ping. "Can you at least tell me what she looked like?"

"Blonde pixie cut, skinny, blues eyes, and she stood about five foot three." I heard Bobby writing the descriptions down.

"Alright, I'll get back to you. Stay out of trouble for the time being ya idjits." I shut the phone and sat down in front of Samtop. Another five messages were on the screen. I sighed and read over them.

"Bobby is going to look into it." I answered what the majority of the messages were asking. I smiled. "I need to do some research, how 'bout I become the tickle monster for a little bit?"

Sam: Hell no.

"Too bad Sammy." I opened another search engine and began to research ignoring the pings from Sam.