"Rowena."

Sam's voice booms across the bunker. The witch immediately came to the stairs after hearing her name.

She frowns when the hunter comes down empty handed.

"Sam where are the drinks?"

"Didn't get it. I got something better. A way to turn Michael back to normal and save my brother."

"Here we go again." Rowena huffed with annoyance. "I already told you there is no other way. You have to wait."

"I need you to find a witch. Name is Patrick."

"The Irish fella who plays poker?"

"You know him?"

"Unfortunately. Smug bastard he is. Maintaining youth by taking years from people. He and his girl Lia are the talked about couple. Well the Starks are the top but Paddy is not far behind. I have seen him sometimes but conversations were brief he didn't really socialize with the witches. It's always been him and Lia. The love of his life. Anyway why do you want to know where he is?..." Then her eyes widen. "No."

"Yes."

"No. No Samuel. You really think Patrick will help you?"

"I'll play."

"Play and you will lose. He will not give the years to Dean he will keep them for himself and you will be...old."

"I know what he does. I played before."

"You have?"

Sam sighs.

"It's a long story."

"You met Patrick! What happened?"

"You do not wanna know trust me."

Rowena grins.

"I do want to know."

Sam folds his arms.

"Alright I'll tell you." Rowena's grin widens. "First location spell."

Rowena groans.

"This is a bad idea." She says. "It may not even work. A spell trying to break another spell, it's complicated. Especially if it is a spell that is supposed to go away on its own. Messing with it could make it worse."

"We don't know if we don't try right."

Rowena puts her hands on her hips and glares at the hunter.

"I'm not doing it."

"W...What?"

"I'm not doing it." She repeats.

"Dean."

"I want Dean back to but we have to wait. Right now your priority is Michael. You need to look after him. So no spell. No witches." She sighs. "Be there like you would be for your brother."

Sam raises his eyebrow.

"I know what this is. You are embarrassed."

"Excuse me?"

"You are embarrassed because you think I'm gonna tell Patrick this is you're doing. Then the word will spread round and everyone will find out that you are with the Winchesters and turned the most dangerous being in the world into a kid." He smirks. "I guess Patrick would have a lot to say to that."

Rowena growled. The hunter had a point. That is part of the reason. The other part is that Rowena is sure that there is nothing that could be done. She wished Sam can accept that.

Rowena looks at the younger Winchester.

"Fine. I better get a story afterwards." She opens a book. "If it doesn't work don't come crying to me. I'll just say I told you so."

"Just do the spell."

"Okay keep your hair on." Rowena's eyes go purple. She raises her hands. The witch gasps and leans forward. "He has a shield up. Prevents spells to be able to locate him. Clever bastard."

Of course it wouldn't be this easy. Sam sighed.

"He is in town." Sam says. "So that's a start. He's Irish. What are Irish people known to do."

"Drink."

Sam nods.

"I'll look in every bar in the town."

"If you don't find him."

"Oh I will. That witch is not leaving until I get what I want."

"Sam."

"What?"

Rowena leans on the table. Her eyes gleam with interest.

"The story."

"You didn't do the spell so no story."

Before Rowena could answer Sam is back up the stairs and out of the door again.

"Oh come on!" The witch spins round and heads to the fridge desperately wanting a drink. She opens the door. She sighs. "I forgot we're out. Damm it."

She shuts the fridge with frustration.

Winchesters!

Rowena thought back to the little archangel locked away downstairs. How hungry and thirsty he must be. Dean will suffer because of it. The witch turns on the tap and fills the cup with water. Once the water reached the top Rowena turns off the tap and walks down to the dungeon.

The witch taps on the door.

"Michael."

She uses the spare keys Sam gave her and unlocks the door.

Rowena going to see an archangel alone is the most foolish thing she has ever done. The archangel is weakened and he is a child so maybe it is not the most foolish thing she has done...yet.

The witch opens the door and walks in. As soon as she steps in the room she drops the cup and her eyes widen.

Michael is on the ground. His eyes are closed, his breaths shallow. Rowena checks for a pulse. It is a weak. She looks over and notices that none of the beverages have been touched.

"Michael."

Rowena touches the boy's head. He is freezing.

The witch couldn't leave him like this so she scoops the child up and carries him out of the room.

Sam enters the bar. This is his third one so far. He hoped this time he will find the witch who could be the key to all his problems.

The hunter scans the room looking at every person. His eyes stop at a small crowd who was in the corner of the bar. In the middle of the crowd is a man. The man had jet black hair, a black leather jacket on with trousers and boots to match. He had a pint in his hand and flirts with the women. He cracked a joke about reading their minds teasing how dirty they are. The women laugh and move closer to him clearly interested in him.

"Bingo." Sam muttered.

He had the witch right where he wanted him.

The hunter moves through the crowds. Some people bump into Sam and yell at him.

"Watch where you are going!" The drunk slurred.

"Sorry." Sam sighed.

When Sam turns back towards his target, he's gone. The witch has disappeared.

Sam furrows his eyebrows going puzzled. Where the hell did he go?

"Looking for me."

Sam turns round.

Patrick still had the pint in his hand. His face darkens by the sight of the hunter.

"I saw your large form. You stuck out like a sore thumb." He sips his beer his cold eyes looking the younger Winchester up and down. "What do you want...Sam?"

Sam puts his hand on the gun making it obvious to the witch he is armed.

"Guns have no effect on me." Patrick sighed.

"Witch killing bullets might do some damage."

Patrick's face hardens at that.

"You are here to kill me?"

Sam shakes his head.

"No. I'm here because we need to talk."

"About what?"

"About your game."

Sam takes a deep breath.

"I wanna play."