To quote Bender (Futurama), "WE'RE BACK, BABY!"


"Okay," Shawn slapped his hands on the table. "How the heck do we do this thing?"

"We," Sam put the mixing bowl in front of Shawn's hands, "do nothing. Dean and I will do the talking."

"And if Dean doesn't show up in time?"

"He will."

He smirked, "Yeah. Good luck with that."

"Why, where is—"

A toilet flushed, and a series of curses broke out. "Oh, come on you stupid piece of—!"

Shawn blinked at the word that ensued and muttered, "Potty mouth."

"Flush already!"

"Isn't that simply lovely?" Shawn smiled.

"Okay, well . . ." Sam shook his head. "No, I don't have anything for that. Sorry you had to hear . . . So this'll be your first spell." He knocked his hands on the table.

"No, my first spell was when I started watching the Disney channel. It made me lose my brain—in an awesome way!"

Sam turned, mixing herbs into the bowl. He said under his breath, "Oh, joy."

"What?"

"Uh, nothing. Let's just get this over with."

"What is it?"

He turned back around and looked at Shawn, dumbfounded. "The spell."

"Aw jeez, I had no idea!" He rolled his eyes, "What does the spell do?"

"Well, it—"


Tabitha crossed the cave, and began to walk up the wall. She stopped midway and sighed, glaring at Gus. She had felt his eyes bore into the back of her head for three hours now, ever since he woke up. "What are you looking at?"

He was standing against the opposite wall, arms crossed, and looking at her stubbornly.

"What is it, you stupid human!?"

Because she needed to maintain her energy for tonight, she had released him from his spell, instead making the man in a drugged-like state of mind.

"Speak UP, man!"

He stuck out his lower lip and slouched.

She rolled her eyes. "Men."

He slowly broke out into a grin, and giggled some.


"That's it?" Shawn laughed a little. "Seriously? That isn't very kick-assy."

"What do you expect?"

"I expect some hunter, kick-ass magic!"

"Yeah, sometimes we don't do that!" Dean called out from the bathroom.

"Keep concentrating on your thing, we're arguing!" Sam called out. "Look, all the spell does is—"


Tabitha sighed and walked up onto the ceiling with perfect ease. "You know your friends are going to die tonight. I always win."

Gus staggered a few steps forward, so he was beneath her. He pointed at her head and said, "You look like . . ." He sniffed the air, "pickles?"

She groaned. "Will you shut up already?!"

"Mmmm—I like pie. And *Bewitched. And pickles . . . And pie."

She jumped down from the ceiling, and began to pace. Gus followed her.


Shawn laughed. "Really?"

"Really." Sam added vanilla oil to the mix, adding scent and liquid to the dry herbs.

"Damn."

He chuckled, "It really does do the trick."

"It smells so girly."

"It's supposed to."

"And you're sure it'll work?"

"Positive."

"Positively positive?"

"Yep." He added several lemon drops.

"Lemon?"

"Cleansing."

"You ever cast a spell before?"

"Yep."

"You ever do this before?"

"Nope."

"We ready to go yet?"

"Not yet. We need to enchant it first."

"How do we do that?"

He held up the spell book and smirked. "This baby is awesome." He called out, "Dean? You ready?"

"Gimme a minute!"

Shawn called out, "Gus has apple cinnamon scenting in his car! Do you want me to get that for you guys?"

"NO! The stupid toilet just won't—" They heard another flush, followed by an angry groan.

Sam nodded and mouthed, "Please!"

Shawn nodded in return.

"Do you think you'll be able to do the spell, Dean?"

"We're supposed to do that right now?"

"Yeah," Sam rolled his eyes.

"Uh . . . P-probably not—give me a couple of minutes."

"We don't have a couple of minutes!"

"This is my best and blackest and awesomest friend we're talking about here!" Shawn exclaimed, "Hurry this up!"

Sam opened the book. "Fine then. We'll start without Dean." He took a deep breath. "So, it says here we have to . . ."


"Your friends are failing," Tabitha put her finger in Gus's face, smirking. "I can feel it."

He bit the finger.

"Ow!" She pulled it out, gaping at him, the finger, and then back to him. "Why would you even—?"

"You taste dirt-barf," He mumbled.

She groaned. "Humans. Getting drunk for ages, never learn from their mistakes until it's too late."

"Mmm-hmmm. We do go-o-o-o-od!"

"No you don't." She turned around and back up the wall. "You're an inferior species to my own. What would you know? Especially in your state of mind."

**"Aw-w-w-w-w yeah!"

"No."

He scrunched up his face and puckered his lips in a mock attempt to mimic her, and said in a high-pitched voice, "No!"

"Shut up."

He did the same, "Shut up."

"Don't you dare make me angry."

He put his hands on his hips, and instead growled, "Gr-r-r-r! Hulk smash!"

She burst into flames and screamed, "SHUT UP!"

"Marshmallow fire!"

The flames dissipated. She looked at him in disbelief, shook her head, and stood on the ceiling. "It will all be worth it in the end. I never lose a game. Never."


Alright, those of you who helped me with everything wrong into this story: you WILL be mentioned in the Psych-Out! It's all written out, and I think I know where this story is headed now. Thank you all SO much for your help, and this should be done sooner than a full year (it really HAS been now, hasn't it?!).

*- Bewitched is an awesome show that is unfortunately NOT mine.

**- Couldn't resist. If you've seen season seven, then you'd get it. ;D