Cel's mischief knows no bounds and I have done some one shots SPN on Tumblr: Story Minded, so feel free to check out them out. Very proud of the one that involved Rowena on Tumblr :D Please feel free to review
I was home alone. And rather than laze around doing nothing I decided to practice my fire magic. Now this was a very heated subject in our household.
On the one hand everyone was thrilled that I had this power as time and time again it had proved to be lifesaving during a hunt and yet whenever I wanted to practice it my wishes were met with a resounding no.
But today I had the bunker to myself and I was going to use this time wisely.
I took a deep breath and placed my hand out in front of me. It didn't take long for a flame to emerge. I gently started to move my hand and the flame swirled in the same direction, following it. Everything was going well until my flame edged a little too close to the couch…
The smoke stung my eyes and as I attempted to kill the flame with my powers I couldn't help but panic. I had visions of the bunker being reduced to ash and I started to fret about how long it would take to rebuild it. I could see the crushed faces of Sam and Dean as this bunker was the first real home they had owned since that dreadful night when they had lost their mother.
Oh God, how could I let them lose another home to a demon's fire power!
As these thoughts blazed through my head I did not realise that Cas was right behind me. When he grabbed my arm and pulled me out of the way I could only stare at him dumbly. He started to chant Enochian and a rain cloud emerged, it quickly doused the flames.
He turned to face me with a stern expression.
'What were you thinking?'
'I just wanted to practice I… I wasn't thinking at all,' I admitted.
'Go to your room and I'm sure everyone will have a lot more to say on the matter when they come back later. I am very disappointed in you.'
'I'm disappointed in myself, do you want me to fix up the couch?'
'No, you have done enough. I am sure Gabriel will fix it but I want them to see just exactly what you have been getting up to whilst we are gone. Maybe we need to start having someone here to supervise you.'
'I don't need supervision, I need space!'
'Well there is plenty of space in your room.'
I growled and stomped off to my room. I knew I was in for it when the others got back. As I laid on my bed I conjured another flame, after all just one more go couldn't hurt, right? I felt a lot like fire; untameable and maybe this was the reason why I had so much trouble accepting authority.
A part of me felt awful for what I had done, whilst the other part thought that this had been a perfect learning curve; do not conjure a flame too close to the furniture. In fact I shouldn't even be practicing fire magic indoors. I needed an expert. And then a truly wicked thought entered my head as swift as striking a match… I needed to consult my 'grandmother', Rowena.