Title: It’s A Kind Of Magic
Genre: Case-fic, humor, crack
Warning(s): Language, mentions of prostitution, cross dressing, flimsy excuses to dress Sam up in drag :P
Word count: ~4,500 words
Summary: The case was straightforward enough; a spirit attacking prostitutes in San Francisco while they were chatting up a possible customer. And then they got the full lowdown. Imagine this: Sam’s linebacker shoulders, a slinky red dress and an overly excited crossdress store manager. It’s a recipe for disaster, as far as Sam is concerned.
A/N: I am a day early, but tomorrow unexpectedly got claimed by a job interview and I didn't want to be late :)
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