WITCHES' BREW
WOW: float. Thw Winchesters learn a lesson about having a witch, even a 'friendly' one, cooking for them.
Disclaimer: Nope, I don't own them
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Sam sat back at the table, arms folded, and glared at Rowena.
Between them, Dean sat, giggling uncontrollably into his beer bottle.
"Hey Sammy, I looove you. Y'know that, don'tcha? I loooove you even with the funny hair. I looove you too Ribena, your hair's not funny like his though. It's sorta orange an' curly wurly."
"Sammy, I'm all floaty. I'm floating … floaty, floaty, floaty …. Wheeeeee!"
"An' I wanna … I think I … it's … Sammy, I can smell the colour twelve."
Smiling sweetly, Rowena gave an innocent shrug.
"Rowena," Sam growled, "where exactly did you get those mushrooms you put in Dean's omelette?"
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