*Rowena was definitely… something. She had been chained up in the warehouse for quite a while now, being coerced into translating the spell to make the Mark of Cain disappear from Dean’s arm. Sam was the one to organise the whole thing. Everyone was in agreement: Dean could not know about any of it. But after what happened to Charlie that had gone out the window. Dean knew what they were trying to do.

Now Rowena had the ability to properly translate the book thanks to Charlie’s great work at decoding everything. However, you had found out there was a catch: Rowena was refusing, demanding Sam give her something in return right then. Her stubbornness of the last few weeks was showing.

Castiel had had enough for now. He needed some air. You had been around for a couple of days to de-escalate the frequent arguments between everyone, so you didn’t mind him leaving you two alone for a few minutes.

Instead of translating Rowena sat on the table, sipping tea from a lipstick stained paper cup seemingly without a care in the world. She would not stop talking no matter what. Even the chains Sam had wrapped her wrists in were not stopping her.