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“You sure about this?” Sam said, handing Rowena the honey she asked for. “The book says dandelion honey. Which isn’t exactly honey, so the whole honey is honey thing doesn’t apply.”
“Why does it not surprise me you know so much about honey?” Rowena said, taking the honey and drizzling a thin stream over the powders in the bowl. “The purpose of the dandelion honey in this concoction is to hold the powders together and provide a bit of sweetness. Any type of sugary syrup should do, and honey is common and easily found.” She looked over at Sam. “If it makes you feel any better, I can add some powdered dandelion. Just in case.”
“That… sounds like a good idea,” Sam said. “I just have this feeling like something’s going to go awry.”
That gave Rowena pause. “Your powers, or just part of your existential dread?”
Sam bit his lip as he stared into the bowl. He reached out with his mind, but couldn’t clarify his bad feeling at all. “I don’t know. I don’t think it’s powers, but I can’t shake it. You’re the witch with more training and experience, though. Do what you think is best.”
Rowena nodded and went to her cabinet. Dried dandelion was easy to find and crush, and if would set Sam’s mind at ease, she was happy to add some. The worst that was likely to happen was that the magical medical superglue they were trying to make ended up being a bit on the sunny side or provided a bit of vitamins if it got into the blood.
When she sprinkled the crushed dandelion into the mixture, though, something unexpected happened. As soon as it touched the paste, spores started flying off. Rowena coughed as she inhaled some.
The room suddenly felt stiflingly hot. She used her hand to fan herself and made the mistake of looking over at Sam to check on him. Normally, looking at Sam was never a mistake. The man was simply gorgeous. However, she could recognize a sex pollen when she’d accidentally created one. “Well, dearie, you were right. Something has gone awry.”
“Please tell me the effects are confined to this room? Dean and Castiel aren’t going to get affected as long as we keep the door closed?” Sam was pointedly looking away from Rowena, and Rowena decided to follow his lead and stare at the paste instead. After all, she needed to inspect it, and if she was focused on that she was not thinking about just how badly she wanted to get Sam’s clothes off and appreciate other talents of his. Witchcraft first, sex later.
The spores had already died down, and the paste itself looked all right. Rowena reached for her knife. Normally, she’d ask Sam to do this instead of doing it herself, but now was not the time. She drew the knife over her arm, dipped her finger in the paste, and gently brushed it over her arm. The edges of the wound knit together. “The spores appear to have died down already, and good news, it works perfectly. The door was closed, so I don’t think your brother will be having much trouble, and if it affected dear Castiel, well… Meg is right down the hall. I’m sure she won’t mind seeing to him.”
“Speaking of seeing to…” Sam’s voice was rough, and Rowena chanced a peek over at him. He’d already taken off his flannel, which was far more obscene than it had any right to be, and his jeans were definitely struggling with Sam’s condition. “I know it’s hard…”
“I’ll say,” Rowena purred, delighted at Sam’s groan. “Go on, Samuel, what were you saying?”
“Gabriel,” Sam managed to force out. “We should call Gabriel and wait until he gets here before we do anything to see to ourselves or each other.”
“I like the way you think.” Rowena pulled out her phone. “Gabriel, dear, Sam and I are in a spot of trouble and could use an archangel to help us solve things.”
Gabriel popped in, took one quick look around, and then dropped to his knees. “Please, please telling me we are solving this the old-fashioned way instead of me using my grace. I am begging you.”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” Sam snapped. “You know how much Rowena gets off on you using your grace on her, why would you even want to do this without grace?”
“I meant snapping this problem into the Empty instead of fucking it out, Samshine.” Gabriel started to get up, but changed his mind. “Any idea how long this is going to last?”
“None,” Rowena said. “I’m hoping past the first orgasm, because as close as I am already, that would be the biggest disappointment ever.”