"My name is Dean Winchester. Sam is my brother. Mary Winchester is my mom. And Cas is my best friend."
Sam stumbled after the witch. He burst through the door and skidded to a stop before reaching the staircase. At the bottom stood Dean; his eyes wide and a gun in his hand. He had it trained on the witch on the middle step. Sam waited for him to shoot. The gun moved. Sam's heart stopped. The gun moved back. Dean's eyes moved wildly back and forth. The gun followed. Sam put his hands up.
"Brother," Sam pointed to himself. "Witch," he pointed to the man on the step. Dean nodded and the gun moved back to the witch.
"Wait," Rowena yelled, "Don't shoot!" The seconds stretched to minutes as Sam glanced from Rowena and back to his brother.
"Dean!" he yelled. But it was too late. A loud bang ricocheted off the walls. The bullet whirled through the air and found its mark in the other witch. He crumpled to the stair with a thud. Sam nearly stumbled down the stairs towards the witch's side. Dean looked as lost as he had before. Rowena brushed past him and almost sent him spinning. She ran up the stairs and knelt next to the other witch.
"He's dead," she said.
"Isn't that we wanted?" Sam asked. He looked up at her with worry in his hazel green eyes.
"He was the last person who knew the spell," Rowena snapped.
"I thought you said you could do it," Sam's voice rose in tone. He glanced at his brother who watched them with a wild and confused look in his eyes.
"Not without someone to translate it," Rowena said, her voice rose as well. It was as if they were having a contest on who's voice could go the loudest and it made Dean seem more skittish as his eyes moved from Rowena to Sam and back again. Sam glanced at Dean again then stood up and went to him. He pulled the gun from his older brother's hand, scared that with Dean's nerves on edge he would be more likely to shoot.
"Can't you translate it yourself?" Sam turned back to Rowena.
"Oh yes," Rowena said. Her smile and tone told Sam of her sarcasm. "It only took them years of training to learn that stuff but I can translate it in a day. As much as I appreciate the compliment, I'm not that smart, Samuel." Sam growled.
"Well you have to do something," Sam said.
"What do you want me to do?" Rowena nearly shrieked. "You killed our last hope of fixing him."
"You should've told us sooner that you couldn't do it," Sam yelled back.
"I tried! But your brother wouldn't listen!" Sam groaned angrily and ran a hand over his face.
"What the hell is going on?" Dean suddenly yelled. "Wait!" His eyes froze on Rowena and the witch at her feet. "Is that a dead guy?" Sam's hand fell to his side and he shared a glance with Rowena. "Awesome." Dean smiled and nodded.