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( * means this one has been translated into Spanish)
Oneshots
*12x11: Regarding Dean – Rowena and you work together to save Dean and get The Black Grimoire
Long Live The Queen – You run a business, selling magic experiences to clients and Rowena tries to get you to use your powers to fit into her view of a powerful witch
Fucking Blessing – The reader is Sam and Dean’s younger sister and they tease her about her crush on Rowena
A/N : Special thanks to @sorenmarie87 who gave me the idea for a Rowena/Sam body swap. This is a short part, not much happens, but it will be followed by a second part.
Find part 2 here.
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“You're going to help me, Rowena. Like it or not, you don't have a choice”
Rowena scoffed. “Well, excuse me Mr Tall-dark-and-handsome.” Rowena shifted in her bindings, loosening them around her right hand. “But I do believe I do have a choice.”
He bent down to meet her eye for eye. “I'm not giving you one.”
“You are the one without a choice.”
“Yeah?” He smiled.
A smug smile spread on her face. “I'm getting out here, and you can't stop me.”
He laughed. “How are you going to do that? Crowley isn't going to help you. He's the one who sold you out.”
Her hand came up, and she blew a powder into Sam's face. “I never counted on that bloody oaf.” Her head went back, eyes rolling as she began reciting the spell while Sam tried to clear his eyes.
Long legs ran, boots pounding along the sidewalk until they turned and hurried into a building. Taking stairs two at a time, with barely a glance behind to be sure no one was following, they made their way up to the fifth, and final floor and down a hall to a door marked 53.
Large strong hands pounded on the door with urgency until shuffling was heard from the other side.
Opening the door, you froze seeing the tall man, with sweat dripping down his forehead, trying to catch his breath. “Can I help you?”
“Let me in.” He huffed.
“Excuse me? No!” You started to shut the door but his hand shot out. “Who the hell-”
“Y/N, Darlin’ I don't have time right now. Let me in.”
You stared at him, trying to figure out if you knew him, where you knew him from. Everything came up blank. “Who are you and how do you know my name?”
His hands moved fast, cupping your face as he ducked down to meet you eye for eye. “It's me, love. Rowena.”
“Ro?” you looked into those hazel eyes, and they were wrong, completely wrong. But there was some small spark of familiarity somewhere in there. “But h-how?”
“I'll explain.” He promised, and moved you backwards a few steps, just enough to shut the door behind him and lock it.
You stared up at the tall stranger. Gorgeous, you had to admit, but who the hell was he? Could it really be Rowena in there? “Who-”
“I did tell you I was a witch, Darling.” It was odd hearing Rowena’s speech patterns and accent come from such a deep voice.
“I-I just thought…”
“It's all real.” Those hazel eyes were still locked on yours. “This man,” she gestured to herself. “is a hunter.”
“A hu-”
“He hunts supernatural beings. He captured me, and to get away, I used a spell. Swapped bodies. Don't worry, my wee love. I was wearing a tight dress and dangerously high heels in preparation for our evening tonight, so he'll never catch up.” she winked with a smile.
“Ro, this isn't a time for jokes! If your being hunted-” your eyes shifted around with worry. “If it's all real…”
“It is.” Those large, rough, calloused hands were gentle when they stroked over your cheeks. “But he shan’t find us. Not yet. We have time, and I owe you a lovely evening.”
“Ro-”
You were cut off by the strangers surprisingly soft lips pressed to yours. “I promise, my darling. We have time. I won't let him hurt you when he comes. I'll get my body back and we'll run.”
“We?” you looked up into those eyes that were starting to grow on you.
“Yes, Dove, of course. I'd never leave you behind.” Lips met yours again with a soft smile. “How about that dinner?”
You nodded. “I'll cook.”
“No. I promised you this evening I’d-”
“Naked.” You cut off. “I'll cook naked.” A deep groan seemed to rumble from the body Rowena inhabited that made you blush. Glancing down, you chuckled and motioned to growing bulge. “Is that a yes?”
“You're bloody right, it is.”
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Tagging : Sam - @evyiione @skycat41 @rebelminxy @purplecatterpiller
Pairing : Crowley x plussize!Reader, Rowena x Plussize!Reader, Gabriel, Sam (mentioned by nickname)
Word count : 1,831
Warnings : a touch of fat shaming, Cheating, secret relationship, nudity, foreplay, grace kink
Square filled : wearing the other’s clothes.
Written for : @spngenrebingo
A/N : Original idea that inspired this came from Dawn who asked for Rowena x Reader, with Reader wearing Rowena’s dress while Rowena wears the reader’s ‘Fed’ shirt.
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“My, what an extravagant dinner.” She strolled in, long blue dress flowing, a beautiful dark contrast to her bright red locks. “My invitation must've gotten lost.”
“Mother.” Crowley snarled out the word as she moved around behind him, her hand touching his shoulder.
“Darling, put some of that back. You don't need to eat, you're a demon now, you don't need to be as big as a hog this go ‘round.”
“Mother.” this time he spat the word out in disgust. “Leave.”
“And who is this darling thing?” Her eyes were set on you and she moved closer. “Have you been hiding a girl from me, Fergus?” she hooked your chin and made you look up at her and Crowley rolled his eyes. “Are you afraid I'll embarrass you?” She glanced back at him. “Or are you embarrassed of her? I'm sure she has a lovely personality.”
Snapping his fingers, two demons appeared in the room. “Get her out. NOW!”
She smirked at you as they grasped her upper arms and lead her from the room. “You can tell a lot about a man by how he treats his mother. He was always a right little shaite. Instead of making room for desert, Fergus, make time for your mother.”
Crowley sighed when she was gone from the room. “I'm sorry, Love.”
“It's fine, Crowley.” you gave him a gentle smile. “You had warned me she was like that.” Leaning over, you gently kissed his cheek. “How about we have double desert.” His eyes met yours. “Fuck her. I like my ‘wee little sausage.’”
“Don't bloody call me that.” he grumbled but a small smile graced his lips. With a wave of his fingers, a demon rushed in to clear away the unfinished plates while another brought in desert.
You woke up to the feel of fingers stroking your cheek. You moaned gently and rolled over, cracking your eyes open. “Ro-”
“Shh, my little dove.” She smiled. “He was called away for business. We have time, but just a touch.” You closed your eyes, and her brow furrowed. “What's wrong?”
“You went too far tonight.” You looked up at her again. “You know how self conscious I can be, and hearing you say those things-”
“I'm sorry, Darling.” She looked genuinely upset to have hurt you. “I wanted to be sure he'd never suspect.”
“Why would he? As far as anyone knows we had never met. And like you said, I'm just a great personality at be-”
“You know damn well I didn't mean that.” she snapped, her accent getting thicker as she got more annoyed. “That bloody oaf of a son of mine has neither looks nor personality, and yet, you're smitten with him.” she shrugged. “And what am I other than an old witch?” You opened your mouth, but she put her finger to your lips to stop you. “You're answer better be ‘stunning and youthful’.” she smiled.
“For your age.” you teased with a smile. “You're my old witch.” You shifted and gently pressed your lips to hers. “Why are you here, Ro? It obviously wasn't to apologize.”
“I came with a gift.” she smiled. “And an offer to make up for hurting your wee feelings.”
“A gift?” You finally sat up in the bed to be eye to eye with the older woman.
“Aye. I made it myself.” She beamed with pride and reached down to present you with a folded piece of dark blue cloth.
Looking into her eyes for a moment, she nodded with a smile, encouraging you to unfold the soft material. “It's beautiful..” you gasped, looking at an exact copy of the dress she currently wore. Exact, except for the size.
“I've always wanted to see a beautiful woman in my clothes.” she smiled at you. “And there is no one as beautiful as you.”
“Ro-”
“If I get Fergus occupied, I wish to steal you away. Just for a few days, my Dove. The two of us. And you can wear that for me.”
You chewed on your bottom lip. “I don’t know..”
“I'd do anything.” She wiggled her eyebrows.
“Wear one of my dress shirts.”
Her eyebrows went up and she glanced towards your closet. “That's really not my style-”
“Just one of my dress shirts. Nothing else.” Her eyes met yours again. “Maybe I've always wanted a beautiful woman in my clothes too. And my shirt would be like a dress on you.” You licked your lips thinking of her smooth thighs poking out from under one.
“You're lucky I adore you.” she grabbed the dress back and you smiled as she got up.
“Ro?” She turned. “He'll find us.”
“I already have it all figured out, my little Dove.” She winked. “Don't you fret that pretty little head.”
The wind whipped at your hair as the boat sped along. You were lounging on the front deck sipping a cocktail while Rowena flirted and winked at the young man who owned and drove the boat before coming back over. “Risky, Ro.”
“He's harmless.” she waved her hand dismissing it. “And enchanted.” She winked and you shook your head. “He'll not remember us, don't you fret.”
“What did you tell Crowley?” you squinted, one eye shut against the sun behind her. He had been oddly willing to leave you with his mother when he hurried off, not thrilled, but willing.
“I apologized, and-”
“You? Apologized?” You chuckled. “Wish I'd been there for that.” Your lips wrapped around the straw of your drink and you took a sip.
“Well, not in so many bloody words.” She shot you a glare. “I simply said I wanted to get to know the woman in his life.” she shrugged. “And he couldn't stop me since he had urgent matters to attend.”
“What urgent matters?”
A grin spread over her face. “Ones that will take him a few days to find out I set it up.”
“Ro-”
“He's use to me getting in his affairs..” She shrugged. “I'll tell him I simply wanted to get to know you without his interference. Not a total lie.” She leaned in, pressing her lips to yours. “It's going to be lovely having time with you without needing to fear him finding us. As fun as that is.”
“You're horrible.” you teased with a smile.
“You love it.” Her lips pecked yours once more.
“Where are we going, anyways?”
“Bermuda Triangle.”
“What!?”
She chuckled. “A small island, my little dove. But yes, within the triangle. No one in heaven, hell, or earth will find us there. I made sure of it.” The smile spread on your face and you pulled her in for a passionate kiss.
You nervously smoothed down the thin material again and again, trying to smooth down the rolls underneath.
“Stop that.”
“I'm not so sure about this, Ro. I look-” Your breath catches in your throat when you see her standing there in your dress shirt that is more than a few sizes too big for her. One smooth creamy thigh shifts as she bends her knee and raises her leg just so with a wink.
“Stunning in that dress.” She makes her way over, her hands coming out before she even reaches you, and a moment later she's moving them over the hips you just tried to smooth out. “Absolutely stunning. I knew it would be perfect. Just like you.”
Her eyes are on yours and you can't help but blush. “Ro-”
“Shhh.” She stops you from speaking with her lips pressed to yours, and you're more than happy to let your hands explore her as your mouth opens.
Your hands go searching south, looking for those soft creamy thighs you've been dying to feel for weeks. You groan softly into her mouth when you feel them, your hands pushing up the hem of the shirt as they move up and around to grip her ass.
She breaks the kiss and starts to back away, going towards the bed, and you're all too happy to follow, your eyes locked on hers. “Ro.”
She moves from your grasp and begins unbuttoning the shirt, starting from the top and taking her time. “Patience, my little dove. We have time.”
“Fuck, Ro.” As soon as all the buttons are open, you rush closer, sliding your hands in under the shirt to feel as much of her skin as you can. “And fuck patience.”
“So crude.” she teases, and licks at your jaw before taking a gentle bite.
“Darling!” you freeze hearing Crowley's voice. “What the bloody hell is going on here!?”
Fear takes over and you spin around, eyes wide and watching the door as you hear boot falls coming closer. “Rowena… I-I thought you said..” you swallow heavily and turn to her. “Run. If he catches you, hell-”
“I'll what?”
You turn back, afraid. But when you see that face, that smile, anger takes over. “What the hell, Gabe!? Are you trying to give me a heart attack?”
His smile spreads. “You're the one up to no good, sweetheart.” he wagged a finger and tsked. “As for you, Red. If you're going to take over my hiding places, the least you can do is invite me to the party.”
“His hiding place? You went to an angel for help with this?”
She shrugged. “He spent a long time hidden, dove. There is none better.”
“Hiding’s not the only thing I'm good at.” he winked.
You bit your bottom lip as he glanced from Rowena's exposed skin to you, his eyes taking in every curve. “Got your grace back?”
His smile widened, and you gasped when you felt the cool spark of his grace start at your clit and spread slowly deeper. “Yeah, it's back.”
You whimpered, legs going weak under you as your thighs began to quake. “Sh-it.”
“If you want me to go, Red, better tell me now. Your girl is about to soak that pretty little dress.” his eyes were shining as he watched your body react to his grace, loving how he could bring you so close without moving a muscle.
“She better not ruin that dress, I bloody made that by hand.” she snapped at him.
“Very well.” Snapping his fingers, you were standing naked in the middle of the room. “I like her better like this anyways. No offense.”
“I won't argue.” She moved closer, hand moving over your stomach then up to cup a breast.
“Please..” You begged. “I-I need..”
“How much time to we have?” Rowena glanced back at Gabe.
“I've got my Sasquatch running circles around your sausage. Give him about 12 hours to catch up. He'll figure me out before you. We have time.”
“Perfect.” She grinned, her red painted lips parted to show those pearly whites underneath. “Make it rain.”
“My fucking pleasure.” Gabe started moving into the room hitting every pleasure point with his grace and smiling as you screamed out and came, squirting on the floor.
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My entry for @thing-you-do-with-that-thing‘s SPN Hiatus Writing Challenge 2017 - Week 2
Prompt: “Are we completely sure that’s how it’s supposed to look?”
Summary: The reader has a business marketing magical drug experiences to customers and Rowena doesn’t understand why she would use her talents on something like that.
Word Count: 984
Warnings: Drug use, kinda?
A/N: I was bored at work and as soon as I saw this week’s challenge I just had to write this one. I based the reader off of one that I used for episode 11 of my Season 12 Challenge because I just loved her and there was so much potential with a reader like her! Also, one of my drabble requests was for a Rowena drabble, so here’s a Rowena drabble!
"You, my dear, are going to get your wee self killed one of these days."
"But it'll be fun," you grinned up at Rowena. "Besides, you'll just find a way to bring me back because you know that I'm too adorable to be dead for too long."
With a petite huff, Rowena turned and strolled around the room. While she carefully examined the sigils you'd painted on the walls, you finished mixing the paint for the last round of symbols.
"And what are you going to call this scam?"
Scam. Please. You were providing a service. "I haven't quite decided yet. Something about a carnival fun house, probably. I'll know more once I test it."
So many witches used magic to get more power or exact revenge on enemies. They didn't know how many different options there were. Especially in America. Capitalism, rebellious teenagers, and the need for an escape from the demanding lifestyle of corporate rule were the perfect recipe for the success of your business.
After all, normal drugs ran a profitable business. But drugs laced with magic? Talk about making bank!
And you weren't hurting anyone, so hunters had no reason to come after you. It was all under the table, so the IRS didn't know they had reason to come after you. It was the perfect setup
"It's a waste of your talents," Rowena said, coming to sit by you. "You could be one of the greatest witches of all time, dearie."
"I am. Just not in the traditional sense." You took a break from the spell for a minute to explain yourself to Rowena. "I am American. I grew up where money is King. And in the last two months since I started this, I made over six hundred thousand dollars. I've made the American dollar my bitch. Which makes me the Queen of the King."
You turned back to your bowl of slightly luminescent, globous ooze and smiled widely. "Long live the Queen."
Rowena took a closer look at the ooze and wrinkled her nose. "Are we completely sure that's how it's supposed to look?"
"I'm not completely sure of anything. I'm making this up as I go. That's why I'm testing it before I introduce it to the market."
But with your natural talent and Rowena's teachings, you knew that this would work. You were a natural witch, so all that you needed to test out were the small tweaks to each spell you used in order to ensure the best possible service to your clients.
"You probably wanna take off right now. I'm going to start the final stage of the spell and you don't want to be caught here if it's stronger than I thought."
She sighed. "I'll go so I can save you if you accidentally kill yourself."
"You're the best, Row," you cooed grabbing her hand for a moment. She was your mentor and had been since you were orphaned at the age of eight. Hell, Rowena was practically your mother. But, like, a cool mother. The kind that let you do drugs and sell drugs and make drugs and stuff. "If I don't call you in two days, come looking for me. I might still be in the fun house. We'll see how long this spell lasts."
"You're sticking with that name? The Fun House?"
"Why not?" You shrugged. "This spell should make this entire room some psychedelic mash up of all the good parts of carnivals and the seventies. It’s gonna be a hit."
"And if it changes when there are more people here? Like your attempt at recreating scenes from famous movies?"
"I stand by that one," you said defensively. "The orgy that turned into was phenomenal. In fact, it's in my work in progress folder. I want to be able to recreate that one on purpose. Take it down to L.A. You know how well a Magic Orgy would sell down there? I could bang a dozen celebrities in one night."
Rowena shook her head fondly. "You're a strange one, aren't you?"
"Your life would be so boring without me and you know it. Now get outta here so I can get high."
She left and you made your rounds, painting the last layer of symbols. While you did that, your mind drifted to the theatrics you could use in order to completely sell the show. People tended to like when you put on a show while performing the spell rather than just lighting a match and dropping it into a bowl of herbs. After all, they were paying a pretty penny for you to get them high and relaxed. They wanted to milk that for all it was worth.
And you wanted to milk them for all they were worth. Happy customers came back. And happier customers brought richer friends.
Finally the walls were painted how you planned. You sat in the middle of the floor with the rest of the ingredients and mixed them. When you had an audience, you would definitely be much more theatrical. But until then, you had to focus on the science of it. Once all of the ingredients were mixed in the bowl, you took an excited breath and started the chant.
Lights started flickering and the shadows elongated. Out of the darkness, the sigils you'd drawn on the wall started glowing and a rush of power rushed through you like a turbine in a dam. This was the rush you lived for.
The end of your chant grew near and you closed your eyes, raising your voice. A gentle breeze quickly picked up into a roaring wind that shook the very foundation of the house.
Then there was silence.
Slowly you opened your eyes and a grin overtook your face. This was it. This was exactly what it was supposed to look like. This was your Queendom.
Aubrey’s Challenge: Write a fic about each episode in season 12.
Word Count: 1082
Version en Español – PREVIOUS EPISODE
“Oh, shit!” Your exclamation rang through the room just as the bowl in front of you caught on fire and your phone started ringing. The walls of your house started melting away and all of the hard edges softened as your new test-drug started taking effect.
You nearly ignored the phone, but a glance at the screen showed all of the letters of Rowena’s name floating around. Maybe she could help you fine-tune this spell. “Row! Look, I may have just made a mistake.”
“What kind of mistake?” Her lilting, sing song voice asked cautiously.
“The kind where in about thirty seconds I’ll either be high as a kite or passed out until next Tuesday.”
Her sigh seemed to curl out of the speaker on your phone and wrap itself around you like a knitted snake. “Y/N…”
“I think I’m gonna be high, though. ‘Cause I’m starting to feel really good.”
“Where are you, dearie?”
You told her, and in the next second, she’d hung up on you. It was probably just as well. Trying to focus on Rowena while all of these animal ghosts started dancing around you would have just been too much to handle. A wisp of an antelope bounced past, and you followed, giggling.
Time passed. Well, you assumed it did. You didn’t actually have any concept of time. All that you knew was that one minute you were playing fetch with a misty gopher in the middle of a lake, and the next minute Rowena was shaking your shoulder to wake you up in the middle of your living room. A splitting headache cracked your skull open and your pained groan just made it worse.
“Y/N, you are a strange wee one, aren’t you?” Rowena handed you a vial and you drank it without a second thought. The tonic slicked down your throat and the headache cleared almost immediately.
“I need the spell for that. I think I finally got the right spell for the high. If you give me that amazing hangover cure, then I’ll make bank. Set myself up in some city, charge a pretty penny for the best high of your life… those parties would be magical. Literally.”
“Your business venture will have to wait. The Winchesters need you.”
Their name was like a cold bucket of water being dumped on your head. “Then why aren’t they here asking for my help?”
“Because they don’t know that they need it. The Loughlins are still alive, Y/N. That means the Black Grimoire is still in play.”
Now that caught your attention.
*****
You waited just outside of view of the room while Rowena knocked. The door opened quickly, which surprised you. Usually the Winchesters were more cautious than that.
“Who are you?” Dean asked.
“Spell’s progressed, I see,” Rowena said to someone inside the room. Sam, you assumed. “I hope you don’t mind, but I brought along a friend.”
And that was your cue. So you straightened your shoulders and followed her into the room. “Hello Sam. Dean.”
Sam’s face immediately rearranged itself into a flat expression. Dean, however, just looked confused and closed the door after you were inside.
“I wanted intel, Rowena. Not a house call.”
“And definitely not from me, right, Sam?” You broke in, setting your bag on the table. “Well suck it up. I saved your life in Ohio and I’m about to save Dean’s life right now.”
“You nearly got us killed.”
You rolled your eyes, though you couldn’t really dispute that fact. “Okay, so my methods were a little unconventional. But they worked.”
Rowena pulled Dean in front of her and started examining him. He seemed completely oblivious to the animosity that he was supposed to be feeling towards you. Instead, he reached out to touch Rowena’s hair. “Your hair. It’s all so bouncy!”
“Why, thank you!” She turned to Sam. “Do we have to fix him?”
“Rowena,” Sam sighed.
“Samuel,” Rowena shot back, before returning her attention to Dean.
At least he was still coherent. And from the way he smiled at Sam, he seemed to know who his brother was. That was good. “We don’t have a lot of time. The glyphs you sent to Row are an archaic form of Celtic. Ogham Chraobh. There’s only one family of witches who knows how to use them.”
“I thought them all dead for years,” Rowena cut in. “But when I saw those glyphs…”
Sam showed you two a picture of the dead witch and you couldn’t help you smirk. Finally, that douchebag was dead. Both you and Rowena said his name at the same time, Rowena’s voice nostalgic, yours triumphant. “Gideon Loughlin.”
“You two knew him?”
“We both studied with their family for a few years. Different times in history, but still. Gideon was an ass.”
“I thought he was charming,” Rowena countered.
“Mm, well you also thought Conrad Yesleton was charming,” you murmured, using the new information about Gideon’s death to form a plan to save Dean. “And look where that got you.”
“Conrad was charming. He just also had a knack for killing witches. He was very good at his job, you have to hand it to him.”
“Cool motive, still murder,” you quoted Brooklyn Nine-Nine even as you were planning the murder of the last of the Loughlins. Rowena started explaining the history of the Loughlins and how you needed the book.
“Wait a second, so you can’t break it?” Sam asked.
“Of course I could,” Rowena said haughtily. She glanced at you. “But you don’t like Y/N’s method of breaking curses.”
“Besides, it would take time to come up with something that powerful, and Dean doesn’t have time.”
Sam looked over at his brother, the worry present on his face intensifying “What do you mean?”
Despite the bad blood between you and the Winchesters, you felt genuinely bad for the man sitting in front of you. “Dean’s already begun to forget himself. He’s forgotten me and Rowena. Everyone he’s known and loved. Soon he’ll forget you. Then how to speak and swallow and breathe and… Dean Winchester will die.”
“Sucks for that guy,” Dean piped in from across the room. When Sam looked back to you, you just raised your eyebrow in an I told you so look.
“So, we need the book. And quickly.”
The Black Grimoire had featured in your dreams ever since you first laid eyes on it. In your hands, and with Rowena’s help, you could change the world.
Reto de la Autora: Escribir un fic de cada capitulo de la temporada 12.
Recuento de palabras: 1.136
English Version
“!Oh, mierda!” tu exclamación resonó por la habitación, justo cuando el bowl que tenías en frente se encendía en llamas y tu teléfono empezaba a sonar. Las paredes de la casa empezaron a derretirse y los bordes se fueron suavizando mientras la nueva droga que estabas probando te iba haciendo efecto.
Casi ignoraste el teléfono, pero un vistazo a la pantalla te mostró las letras del nombre de Rowena flotando por encima. Quizás podría ayudarte a afinar este hechizo. “¡Row! Mira, puede que haya cometido un error.”
“¿Qué clase de error?” su voz cadenciosa y cantarina te preguntó con cautela.
“La clase en la que en menos de treinta segundos voy a estar volando tan alto como una cometa o desmayada una semana entera.”
El suspiro que emitió pareció curvarse por el altavoz de tu teléfono y enredarse en ti como una serpiente de lana. “T/N…”
“Aunque, creo que voy a estar de subidón. Porque me estoy empezando a sentir realmente bien.”
“¿Dónde estás, querida?”
Se lo dijiste y al segundo siguiente te había colgado el teléfono. Era probablemente lo mejor. Tratar de centrarte en Rowena mientras todos esos animales fantasma empezaban a bailar a tu alrededor habría sido difícil de manejar. Un jirón de antílope pasó a tu lado y lo seguiste, soltando una risilla.
El tiempo pasó. Bueno, asumiste que lo hizo. Aunque lo cierto es que no tenías conciencia del tiempo. Todo lo que sabías era que en un minuto estabas jugando al escondite con una ardilla hecha de niebla en el medio de un lago y al siguiente minuto Rowena estaba sacudiéndote del hombro para que te despertaras en el medio del cuarto de estar. Un terrible dolor de cabeza amenazaba con romperte el cerebro y tu gruñido de dolor sólo logró empeorarlo.
“T/N, eres una pequeña muy rara, ¿verdad?” Rowena te tendió un vial y tú lo bebiste sin pensarlo un segundo. El tónico se deslizó por tu garganta y el dolor de cabeza desapareció casi inmediatamente.
“Necesito ese hechizo. Creo que finalmente tengo el hechizo adecuado para el subidón. Si me das el de ese remedio tan alucinante para la resaca, me haré rica. Me asentaré en alguna ciudad, cobraré unos lindos euros por el mejor subidón de tu vida… serían unas fiestas mágicas. Literalmente.”
“Tu aventura empresarial va a tener que esperar. Los Winchester te necesitan.”
Oír su nombre fue como recibir un cubo de agua helada sobre la cabeza. “Entonces, ¿por qué no me la piden ellos?”
“Porque aún no saben que la necesitan. Los Loughlins aun están vivos, T/N. Eso significa que el Black Grimoire aun esta operativo.”
Y eso, sí que captó tu atención.
*****
Esperaste apartada, fuera de la vista de la habitación mientras Rowena llamaba a la puerta. Se abrió al instante, lo que te sorprendió. Generalmente los Winchester eran mucho más cautelosos.
“¿Quién eres tú?” Dean preguntó.
“El hechizo sigue avanzando, según veo,” dijo Rowena al que estaba dentro de la habitación. Sam, asumiste. “Espero que no os importe, pero he traído una amiga.”
Y esa era tu señal, así que enderezaste los hombros y la seguiste dentro de la habitación. “Hola, Sam. Dean.”
El rostro de Sam inmediatamente cambió para poner una expresión plana. Dean, sin embargo, sólo parecía confuso cuando cerraba la puerta detrás de ti.
“Quiero información, Rowena. No un tratamiento en casa.”
“Y desde luego no quieres que sea conmigo, ¿verdad, Sam?” le interrumpiste, dejando tu bolso en la mesa. “Bueno, tendrás que aguantarte. Os salvé la vida en Ohio y estoy a punto de salvarle la vida a Dean ahora mismo.”
“Casi hiciste que nos mataran.”
Hiciste girar los ojos, aunque no podías negar esa acusación. “Vale, mis métodos puede que sean poco convencionales. Pero funcionan.”
Rowena tiró de Dean hasta ponerlo frente a ella y empezó a examinarlo. Parecía ignorar por completo la animosidad que se suponía que debía sentir hacia ti. En cambio estiró el brazo para tocar el pelo de Rowena. “Tu pelo. ¡Está tan esponjoso!“
“Vaya, ¡Gracias!” se giró para mirar a Sam “¿Tenemos que arreglarlo?”
“Rowena,” Sam suspiró.
“Samuel,” Rowena suspiró, antes de volver a fijar la atención en Dean.
Al menos lo que decía aún era coherente. Y por la manera en la que le sonreía a Sam, parecía saber quién era su hermano. Eso era bueno. “No tenemos mucho tiempo. Los glifos que le enviaste a Row eran arcaicos, de los Celtas. Ogham Chraobh. Sólo hay una familia de brujos que sepa como usarlos.”
“Pensaba que habían muerto todos hace años.” Te interrumpió Rowena. “Pero cuando vi esos glifos…”
Sam te enseñó una foto del brujo muerto y no pudiste esconder una sonrisa. Finalmente ese gilipollas estaba muerto. Ambas, Rowena y tú, dijiste a la vez su nombre. La voz de Rowena sonaba nostálgica, la tuya triunfante. “Gideon Loughlin.”
“¿Las dos le conocíais?”
“Las dos estudiamos con su familia durante unos cuantos años. En diferentes épocas de la historia, pero aún así. Gideon era un idiota.”
“Yo pensaba que era encantador.” Comentó Rowena.
“Mm, bueno, tu también pensabas que Conrad Yesleton era encantador.” Murmuraste usando la información de que Gideon estaba muerto para idear un plan para salvar a Dean. “Y mira a donde te llevó pensar así.”
“Conrad era encantador. Sólo tenía buena maña para matar brujas. Era muy bueno en su trabajo, eso tienes que concedérselo.”
“Buena motivación, pero aún así es un asesinato.” Usaste la frase de Brooklyn Nine-Nine como respuesta aunque tú también habías planeado la muerte del último de los Loughlins. Rowena comenzó a explicar la historia de los Loughlins y que necesitabas el libro para romper el maleficio.
“Espera un momento, entonces, ¿tú no puedes romperlo?” preguntó Sam.
“Por supuesto que puedo,” Rowena dijo con altivez. Después te miró. “Pero no te gustaría el método de T/N para romper maleficios.”
“Además, se tardaría mucho en hacer algo tan poderoso y Dean no tiene tanto tiempo.”
Sam miró a su hermano, la preocupación presente en su rostro se estaba intensificando. “¿Qué quieres decir?”
A pesar del mal rollo que había entre los Winchesters y tú, te sentías genuinamente mal por el hombre sentado frente a ti. “Dean ya ha empezado a olvidar quien es. Nos ha olvidado a mi y a Rowena. A todos los que ha conocido y amado. Y pronto te olvidará a ti. Después se olvidará como hablar, tragar y respirar… y Dean Winchester habrá muerto.”
“Qué mierda ser ese tio.” Dean dijo desde el otro lado de la habitación. Cuando Sam se volvió para mirarte, levantaste una ceja como diciendo te lo dije.
“Así que necesitamos el libro. Y pronto.”
El Black Grimoire se te había aparecido en sueños desde que le habías puesto los ojos encima. Con él en tus manos, y con la ayuda de Rowena, podríais cambiar el mundo.
You watched as Rowena pulled on her coat, fastening the bow in the front before turning in your direction. “You going to come along poppet or just watch me go?” She asked, her smile tangible in her voice.
Blushing you stood up and hurried to get your coat on, trailing after her up the stairs and out of the bunker. You couldn’t help but smile, like Rowena you were a witch. You weren’t nearly as skilled as she was, but you were inspired by her. You wanted to learn from her, train with her. You looked up to her more than anyone else in your life. In your eyes she was perfect.
As you got outside, Rowena delicately hooked her arm through yours as you strolled along the snowy path through the forest. The air was still as you walked arm and arm, the only noise being the crunch of snow under your feet. As you wandered the trees grew thicker, their emerald color shining like a jewel as the sunlight peeked through their branches and reflected off the snow. You could smell pine and ice in the air, along with something floral that had to be Rowena’s perfume. Everything seemed so timeless like you were walking through the picture you find on a postcard. The wind blew softly, caressing your body as you wandered along the trail.
“Rowena?” You asked softly, your voice harmonizing with the breeze. “Why did you choose me?” After years of traveling with the Winchesters, after fighting against Rowena and other witches, after doing everything you could to make the world a better place, Rowena had agreed to let you apprentice under her.
Rowena turned to you and smiled softly. “Well dear, you remind me of myself. I too wanted to learn from more powerful than I, and although we aimed to get power for very different reasons.” She patted your arm softly as the two of you rounded the path coming upon the pond that lay beyond the bunker. “You want power for a reason love, not just personal gain.”
You smiled softly, looking down at your feet as you stopped at the edge of the water. “Thank you.” You whispered, your gratitude falling softly around you like the snow that fell from the clouds that layered the pale blue sky.
