Rhiannon couldn't keep a gigantic smile off her face when she woke up in the morning. There was a nearly naked Winchester in her bed, which might be a death omen, but she didn't care. She snuggled up tight to him and planted little kisses all over his chest.

"Good God," shut muttered as her hands wandered all over him. She could swear he was chiseled from stone; warm, smooth, beautiful stone.

"Mm, what?" Sam rolled over and wrapped his arms tightly around her.

"Oh just admiring the scenery," She grinned and tangled herself up with him.

Sam blushed, he'd never had a girl…ah… appreciate him so much.

"For real Sam, you're like God's gift to womankind," she mumbled as she was nuzzling his neck.

"If you say so, just don't tell Dean, he thinks that's his title," Sam was, was he actually giggling? Wow, yeah he was really giggling. Rhiannon thought it was the most adorable sound she'd ever heard in her life.

"We should probably consider getting out of bed," Rhiannon grumbled, her disappointment apparent in her voice.

"Yeah probably, but all your clothes are over there… on the floor… and that's just not very good motivation," Sam whispered and nipped at her ear.

"Good point," Rhiannon agreed as she rolled on top of him.

Rhiannon shut the water off in the shower as fast as she could. They had been in there so long the water had been freezing cold for nearly half an hour, not that either her or Sam had really noticed. Sam realized he hadn't brought a change of clothes so he slid back into his jeans but didn't bother with Dean's extra tight shirt. He realized Rhiannon was still in the bathroom so he wandered back in and she was putting lotion on her legs.

"Not to sound like a perv, but you should totally let me do that," Sam was biting his lip and giving her the puppy dog eyes.

Despite the fact that she had spent all night with him, her eyes still popped a little when he said that. "I would be honoured Sammy," she handed him the bottle of lotion.

So all in all it took them about two hours to actually get halfway dressed before they headed over to the Winchesters' room to find Dean. Breakfast and a greenhouse were on the agenda for the day.

Dean was sitting on the couch, stuffing a bagel in his mouth when they returned. He smirked and hopped off the couch to pat Sam on the back. "I take it you two crazy cats got that room spotless?" He chortled and shoved his last bite of bagel, with honey nut cream cheese, in his mouth.

"Yep, it's like she was never there," Sam said, blushing.

"Well it was, now it's a mess again," Rhiannon added with a devilish grin on her face.

Dean burst out laughing, "That's my boy Sammy! So what's the plan for the day?"

"Well we're going to the greenhouse Dean, duh," Rhiannon stated, "I kinda wanted to get some food first… but I see you've already eaten."

"Nonsense!" Dean snatched up his jacket and car keys quick as lightning, "I'm always down for second breakfast!"

"I'm going to have to start calling you Pippin now, you realize that right?" Rhiannon snickered at him.

"What?" Dean looked absolutely puzzled.

"Never mind Dean," Sam sighed. Dean could tell you who played Zombie #3 in any given B-list horror flick, but god forbid he see something that was nominated for eleven Oscars. Good movies were not Dean's thing.

"So… does that mean we're going to go get breakfast?" Dean asked trying to mask the excitement in his voice.

"I would straight up kill someone for an omelet right now, so yes," Rhiannon stated, leaving no room for anyone to question her authority, "We are going for breakfast, and we are taking my car."

"No, no way no how," Dean already had his car keys in his hand.

"Oh come ON! You always take in the Impala…" Rhiannon paused, "You can drive on the way home," She grinned and batted her lashes at Dean, like that would work.

"Deal! Shotgun!" Dean called and ran out the door.

"No fair! You have to wait till everyone's outside!" Sam yelled back as he followed Dean out the door.

"Now now boys, when rules are up for questioning in Shotgun the easiest way to settle the matter is this: Whoever has the shotgun, gets shotgun. If no one has a shotgun, whoever has the biggest gun gets it." Rhiannon shut the door behind her.

(---)

"So, how do you guys normally handle a witch?" Rhiannon asked stuffing a massive bite of hot sauce-covered omelet in her mouth.

Dean shrugged as he ate an entire strip of bacon at once, "It depends on what they are doing, but it seems like more and more often these days…" He averted his eyes and took a few drinks of his coffee

"We usually gotta gank 'em," Sam said rather unceremoniously.

"I… but they're human… there's got to be some other way," Rhiannon sputtered. She'd never killed a human before, as far as she knew anyway.

"I'll call Bobby, see if he knows anything," Dean said as he shoveled the last bit of his eggs onto a piece of toast and devoured it. He snagged up his cell phone and mug of coffee and went outside.

"You really want to kill her Sammy?" Rhiannon asked, staring down at her thighs. She rested her hand on his leg.

"I don't want to Rhiann, but we have to stop her," Sam put down his fork and knife; he was barely halfway through his breakfast platter. There was pain written on his face plain as day.

"Oh Sammy," she scooted as close to him as she could get, "I know, we'll figure something out."

"I hope so," Sam said quietly; his voice sounded hoarse.

She brushed his hair back and couldn't stop herself from kissing him, not giving a rat's ass about public displays or people who were eating. He was just too damn gorgeous, and when he got those sad puppy dog eyes, well, Rhiannon was convinced no one could resist those.

"Ahem," Dean cleared his throat and sat back down. Rhiannon banged her knees on the table; she jumped so fast when she realized he had returned. Sam didn't look so sullen, but it was still clear that he was upset.

"What'd Bobby say?" Sam asked, looking up from his hash browns that he wasn't even eating.

"Good news first or bad news first?" Dean slid his phone back in his pocket.

"Good news," Rhiannon chimed in.

"Well the good news is we can stop her without killing her. Bobby said we could bind her magick, cut her off from it essentially so she won't have any power left."

"So she wouldn't be able to use magick at all?" Sam asked.

"Nope, not unless we unbound her," Dean responded.

"So what's the bad news?" Sam sounded hesitant.

"The bad news is the only way to bind her magick is through a ritual, and we need another witch to do it." Dean looked pretty pissed when he said this.

"Oh, really?" Rhiannon sounded… hopeful.

"Yeah really, so unless you're friends with Glenda the Good Witch, I don't know what we're going to do," Dean retorted.

Rhiannon shoved her last sausage patty in her mouth and managed to get out "Don't worry, I do."

(---)

"But you said I could drive!" Dean whined from the backseat.

"On the way home!" Rhiannon's voice was tense as she slipped her Trans Am into park in the parking lot of a craft store.

"Oh come ON!" Dean was acting like a five year old.

"ON THE WAY HOME!" She slammed her door shut.

"Oh for the love of God, would you two KNOCK IT OFF?" Sam yelled, sounding like their father… which sort of weirded Rhiannon and Dean out. "Now what are we doing here?" Sam asked in a much calmer voice.

"We're getting some supplies," Rhiannon pulled a pad of paper and a pink pen out of her purse and set it on the trunk of her car. She began to compile a list.

"Supplies for what?" Dean asked.

"For a binding ritual, Sherlock," She stated without looking up from her list.

"Uh huh, and how do you know what we need?" Dean didn't sound like he had a whole lot of faith in the plan as he bit into a candy bar.

"Uh hello, Google?" She stated, waving her spiffy new cell phone at him, as though everyone knew you could find spell working materials on Google.

"Ok, so what do we need?" Sam asked before they could start bickering again.

"Ah ribbon: red, black, and white. And I need to make a poppet so I'll need cotton to stuff it with, white fabric, needles, thread, and maybe some beads for eyes. Oh, the thread needs to be white and red. And…" Rhiannon sighed.

"And what?" Sam couldn't help but loop an arm around her waist as he leaned over to look at her list.

"And… we're going to need something of hers. Preferably something like her hair would work best but if we could just get like a piece of jewelry or even a freaking button off her clothing would work…anything really." Rhiannon sighed, that was the hard part.

"Well…shit," Dean mumbled.

"We'll worry about that part later, let's just get the stuff we can buy now," Sam was always so logical when they needed it. He kissed Rhiannon's check and the three of them headed into the store.

(---)

An hour, three spools of yarn, two severe needle-related injuries, and one ribbon-covered Dean later, they finally left the craft store with their haul in tow.

"So I can drive now?" Dean was acting like an excited puppy.

"No, now we have to go to the greenhouse so Sam can get something of hers," Rhiannon stated, lighting a cigarette and sliding into the driver's seat.

"What why me?" Sam asked, a little dumbfounded.

"Because you're the most charming one out of the three of us, silly," Rhiannon puffed on her cigarette.

"And how am I supposed to get something of hers?"

"I don't know, nibble her earring off or something,"

"WHAT?" Sam exclaimed.
Rhiannon shrugged, "It'd work on me."

Dean just laughed from the back seat.