AN: Scribbled together following a random funny convo about what Rowena would get Sam for his birthday. Happy Birthday Sam! Enjoy.

"Ok, I'm goin' to bed," Sam sighed happily, slapping his brother on the knee gently. He'd had a great birthday, "thanks for all this."

Dean gave him a loving, brotherly smile, "Yea, of course. Happy birthday, Sammy." Sam nodded and they clinked their nearly empty beers together in farewell, then Dean remind him, "Check the table on your way. I think someone mailed you a card."

The 38 year old made his way on autopilot through the bunker toward his room. Stopping first at the designated mail spot, he was surprised to find a large scarlet red envelope. It was clearly not mailed-no stamp or address listed-but his name was written in calligraphy across the front, there was a black wax seal, stamped with a heart, and it had a lump in the middle.

He opened it carefully. Inside he found a stark white cardstock note with gold lettering and a sheer red pouch full of ingredients. His brow furrowed when he read the short message:

Samuel,

Place the ingredients in cast iron bowl, add a drop of blood, make a wish, and toss in a lit match.

Happy Birthday!

-R.M.

With a smirk of curiosity, he gathered the needed supplies and made his way to his room. He checked the card again to confirm he was sure of the instructions, then very carefully followed them. First, shaking the ingredients into the bowl, followed by pricking his finger with a small dagger and adding a drop.

As self-conscious as he was, he knew exactly what to wish for. Looking around the empty room just to make sure he was alone, he only hesitated for a moment before striking the match. He closed his eyes, made his wish, then dropped the match in.

There was a small, sharp explosion and a blinding puff of white smoke rose from the bowl. When Sam could see around the room again he was surprised to see Rowena standing suddenly in front of him.

"Samuel! You got my card!"

"Hey, Rowena! I did-" He leaned in to give her a gracious hug. It's not that he wasn't happy to see her, just confused. She hadn't been part of his wish.

Maybe she was here to grant it? Eesh, that'd be awkward...

"Er-Thank you, so much. I didn't even know you knew it was my birthday."

"Well of course I did, Dearie! I'm the Queen of Hell, it's my job to know these things." She replied with an innocent expression.

Sam gave her an amused smirk, "It's your job, as the Queen of Hell, to know my birthday?"

With an eye roll, she feigned reluctance, "Oh alright, I care for ye, you happy? You're my... My friend."

"Your what-now?" He asked, mimicking her earlier innocence.

"Ack, don't make me say it again! I have a dreadful reputation to uphold." They smiled in amusement at each other, enjoying their mutual banter. "Anyway, I certainly hope you like your gift."

"Uh, sure, of course I do! I love it! ... Um... What is it?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well I read the note, followed the instructions and everything," he grabbed the edge of the cast iron bowl and tipped it up to show her, "but nothing happened."

"Of course it did! I'm here!" Rowena held out her arms in revelation. When Sam still seemed confused, she explained,

"It was a summoning spell!"

"... And it summoned you to grant my wish?"

"What? No." Now she was confused, "What wish?"

"The one I made before I lit the bowl on fire? Like the card told me to..."

"Oh right," Rowena smiled and waved her hand dismissively. "No, Dearie; that was just a little something I added to go with the whole birthday theme. Thought it would be festive."

Sam nodded his head slowly and they said in awkward silence for a moment, "... So, then... What's the gift?"

With a huff of annoyance she answered flatly, "My company."

"I love it!"

"I knew yew would! Let's have a drink!"