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“Hey, we got a problem.”
Rowena rolled her eyes and leaned back in her arm chair. Until the phone rang, she had been enjoying a rare afternoon at home with her favorite blend of tea and a new journal to fill. She sighed loudly.
“It’s never a ’how do you do, Rowena? ’Or a ’thank you so much for the gracious help you provided on the case. Do you need a restock on any of your fine herbs?’ Instead it’s always help, help, help.” She snapped her fingers for added emphasis.
To her surprise, he didn’t bark back like usual. The line was suspiciously quiet, and then faintly she heard another voice in the background.
“She has a point, Dean. You and Sam can be quite demanding.”
“I thought saving people was thanks enough! I didn’t realize I needed to be sending out muffin baskets every time we call in a favor.”
The corners of Rowena’s mouth curled in amusement. “You should learn a thing or two from the handsome angel.” There was an audible hitch in Dean’s breathing at that. Her grin widened. “And since you so kindly made the suggestion, I’d like an apple cinnamon muffin basket.”
“Yeah, okay. Whatever you want,” Dean rambled, trying to keep his cool. “Make a list. If you fix Sam, you can have any baked goods you want.”
“What’s wrong with Samuel?” Rowena sat up attentively in her chair.
“We wrapped up the case we were working on, ganked the witch, but then Mr. Bull-Moose-In-A-China-Shop over here knocked over some bottles of who knows what, and now….he’s a frog.”
“What?” The word tumbled out of her mouth in disbelief. Of all the things to be calling about this was a million miles away from what she was anticipating.
“Yeah, yeah,” he mumbled. “He’s a real prince char-SONOFABITCH.” Dean’s voice grew distant from the phone. “Screw you, you…you frog bitch. Jack! Don’t let Sammy leave the room.”
“He bit me,” Dean continued, addressing Rowena this time. “I can’t believe he did that….anyways, is this something in your wheelhouse to fix? Cas isn’t sure where to begin to make him human again.”
Rowena blinked, slowly her shock began to wear off. “Yes,” she answered finally. “I’m sure once I get a look at the spell I can figure something out. Did you happen to save any of the potion?” She stood up and began gathering her things. “Even the teeny tiniest drop can make all the difference.”
“Yeah,” Dean breathed a sigh of relief. “We saved some in a paper cup.”
“Good,” Rowena nodded. Already, she was compiling a list of spells in her brain. Walking over to her pantry, she started pulling several ingredients. “I’ll be there in a few hours.”
“Good,” Dean answered almost unfocused. After a short pause he asked, “So he’ll be okay, right? You can fix him?”
“There’s no need to worry a single hair on your head,” Rowena answered sweetly. She crossed her apartment to grab the right bag for her trip. “Samuel will be back to his charming self in no time.”
“Thank you.”
Rowena nearly dropped everything in her hands. Stunned, she froze in place. “Dean Winchester, was that a note of sincerity I heard? My, I never thought I’d see the day.”
It was far too easy to imagine the way the older Winchester must’ve been squirming. Her grin stretched ear to ear. “Feel free to try to break the spell before I get there though.”
“If it was that easy I wouldn’t have called.”
“Tisk, tisk. There’s no imagination in that pretty little head of yours. The old stories have a very simple remedy for this exact problem.”
“I ain’t kissing his warty ass!”
Rowena chuckled, “I don’t think I’ve heard that particular fairy tale.”
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Jack was the one waiting for her by the door when she arrived. He led her into the kitchen where everyone else was waiting. Hiding her grin behind one of her hands, Rowena chuckled at the bunker’s mild state of chaos.
Dean was standing over the sink, gargling mouth wash and tightly holding a toothbrush in his fist.
Jack leaned in close to her side and whispered, “I told Dean he had to try, because this had to be like the ending to Frozen but-” The nephlim’s shoulders drooped. “-it didn’t work. So then I tried and nothing happened either.”
“There, there-” Rowena said soothingly and brushing a stray curl of hair out of Jack’s face. “-I’ll get Sam back to his old self. I brought more than enough remedies to try.”
Her confidence put a bright smile on the nephilim’s face.
Disgusted, Dean spit in the sink and turned to say something to Cas when he noticed them standing there. “Oh.” He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “You’re here.”
“And I see that the Frozen method didn’t work,” Rowena sniped back with a mischievous grin.
Dean rolled his eyes and opened the bottle of mouthwash again. He poured more into his mouth like he was drinking a beer.
Rowena laughed and turned her attention to Cas. He was seated at the table holding a large bullfrog in the palms of his hands. His brow pinched together seriously as he stared at the frog.
“I’m so sorry, Sam,” he said. “I care about you very much, but I don’t think anything I’d do would be potent enough to be classified as true love.” After a short pause he nodded solemnly. “I knew you’d understand.” And only then did the angel’s gaze find it’s way to the witch.
The corner of Rowena’s mouth curled as she raised a hand and waved. “Hello, tweetie pie.”
“Hi,” Cas answered looking somewhat bewildered. He held the frog out towards her. “Sam would appreciate it if you’d quickly put him back to his usual species. He’s getting hungry.”
Rowena raised an eyebrow and crossed the space between them. She bent down so that she was eye to eye with the frog. “Well, Samuel….you’ve gotten yourself into quite the pickle.”
The frog blinked at her, and then Rowena stood up straight. She held her hands out and he hopped into them. The weight and texture had her grimacing immediately. Shaking her head she said, “Hmm, now where to begin?”
“You should give it a try,” Jack suggested.
“Hmm?” Surprised she glanced up from the frog and turned towards Jack.
The nephilim stared at her carefully, and then he smiled. “Kiss him.”
“Yeah, it was your bright idea,” Dean cut in from the sink. He spit toothpaste out and then pointed his toothbrush at her. “So pucker up, it’s your turn. Then you can try your magic mumbo jumbo.”
“I hardly doubt-”
“He likes you,” Jack said simply. “It could work.”
Looking back at Sam, she could feel a light blush rising in her cheeks, but she paid it little mind. “Well, you heard the wee lad.” Rowena winked. “I can’t go disappointing him.”
She planted a kiss on the frog’s head and instantly a cloud of magic fog filled the kitchen. The weight of the bullfrog was replaced by the rough callus of fingertips, and then a gentle squeeze.
When the air cleared, Sam was standing there holding her hand. He was human again, and you could’ve fried an egg on his face from how red it was burning. Awkwardly, he raised his free hand and waved. “Thanks.”