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Chapter 12

Rowena watched the brothers sleep, Sam curled protectively around Dean. She'd done her research on the boys, pre-spell they would have been in separate beds or if they had to share it would have been Dean between his little brother and the door. They were not ready for the hunt they were in the middle of, but she knew the only way to get them to abandon it would be to be-spell them, or at least Sam, then Dean would have no choice. Whatever was happening had been going on for years, decades, maybe even centuries so why risk getting involved?

She was not one of the 'good guys', she did what she wished when she wanted. She killed demons for her own reasons, not because it was the right thing to do. She may not kill puppies and babies but as long as the earth kept turning with people relatively safe she didn't care. Like she didn't have anything against the way the brothers now killed other hunters, even not knowing their reasons. No, using magic would be easy, too easy. Other than the trust spell she wanted to keep it spell free. She would work to get them to trust and love her, she could train them without a single spell, she was a woman after all and Sam was obviously not immune to her particular charms.

She looked back at the bed when Dean stirred, making a soft noise of distress and Sam reacted instantly, even in his sleep, his grip tightening, pulling Dean closer as he nuzzled him, and Dean settled again. They were rather cute. She smiled as Sam shifted in his sleep, pressing close to Dean, moving and she bit back a laugh, apparently Sam was having a very nice dream. Sam moaned, eyelids fluttering, but he didn't wake as he moved against Dean who also remained asleep. She would have been very flattered to know it was her and their kiss Sam was dreaming of, of what could have happened if she hadn't pulled away…or if she had taken control of the broken spells in his soul.

She looked away and went to work, she would make herself very useful to them by finding out who it was powering that scarecrow.

The next morning Sam woke slowly, feeling very relaxed, Dean safely in his arms so he kissed the back of his neck and Dean stirred. Sam opened his eyes and then saw her sitting at the table, Rowena. The morning sunlight hit the table, haloing her, making the red of her hair look like flame and the green of her dress…she was beautiful. She'd been wearing blue before, she must have changed. She looked up and smiled at him and he smiled back.

"Good morning Sam," Rowena greeted softly, knowing she was sitting just right for the morning sunlight to highlight her just right.

"Good morning," Sam sat up slowly even as Dean rolled over, yawning and blinking sleepily.

"Sammy?" Dean questioned when he saw her.

"I told you about Rowena, remember?" Sam asked, and Dean nodded.

"Well, while you boys were looking utterly adorable, I have been researching Pagan myths in the area and I found our Pagan god," she smirked as they both stared at her in surprise.

"What did you find?" Sam asked as he got up and moved to look over her shoulder at the screen.

"The Vanir were Norse gods of protection and prosperity, keeping the local settlements safe from harm. Some villages built effigies of the Vanir in their fields. Other villages practiced human sacrifice. One male, and one female." She pointed at the picture. "Kind of looks like a scarecrow, doesn't it?"

"Yeah, it does. Dean? Does this look like what you saw?" Sam asked, and Dean moved to join them, head canted to the side as he looked at the information.

"Yeah…I think so." He glanced at Rowena, she was pretty, and she smiled when she caught him looking. "So how do we stop it?"

"Would burning the tree work?" Sam offered, and she shook her head, the sun catching her hair as she did so, perfume scent intensifying briefly, it was something…sweet.

"For a weaker god, yes. But the power in that town is not weak. Even working together this will be dangerous. Are you sure you want to mess with kind of power boys? This has been happening for a long time," she warned, offering them the out, curious what they would say. Obviously, they were no longer the kind of hunters John Winchester had raised them to be.

Sam hesitated, maybe they were in over their heads on this one. It was only two people a year and those two people ensured the safety and well-being of a whole towns full, the good of the many… he glanced at Dean who was frowning, and he could feel it, Dean wanted to finish it. "Dean…"

"Please Sammy, we need to finish this," Dean asked, and Sam sighed, Dean so rarely asked for anything anymore he couldn't deny him.

That was very enlightening to watch. "Very well then, let us plan so that hopefully we do not all die."

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Dean took a deep breath and walked into the orchard, seeing the scarecrow on its pole. He was alone, armed only with a gun, senses stretched for the slightest sound, anything. Sammy and Rowena had to hang back, they couldn't risk it sensing they were here and waiting for it. He heard sobbing and moved in that direction only to see someone tied to the base of a tree. "Emily?" He hissed, moving to untie her. "You're okay, it's Dean."

"Help me please!"

"Shhh," he whispered. "Keep an eye on the scarecrow." Whoever tied these knots really didn't want her to get loose. "What happened?"

"They…they said there was no one else, that my being family is what sacrifice means. Giving up something you love for the greater good. The town needs to be safe. The good of the many outweighs the good of the one," she recited, feeling numb.

"It's alright, I'll get you out. How's the scarecrow looking?"

"What?" She looked up and froze. "It…it's…" she screamed in terror and Dean finally got the ropes undone, pulling her up.

"Run!" Dean pulled her along only to freeze as the scarecrow appeared in front of them, sickle held ready. Dean shuddered at the sight of patchwork skin taken from its previous victims. He shoved her to the side and they ran again but every time it cut them off. They were finally cornered, and Dean shoved Emily behind him, praying Sammy and Rowena got done soon. The sickle went up and Dean pulled his gun, shooting it. And then he heard two voices, one male and one female, chanting. Sammy and Rowena appeared from opposite directions, hands out, gazes locked on the scarecrow as the spell built between them. The Scarecrow made a noise that made Dean grimace and then he screamed as the sickle sank into his arm, he blinked, feeling his strength seeping away, falling to his knees.

Sam saw Dean fall and wanted to scream, to lash out, but he couldn't. The only way to stop it, to save Dean, was to complete the spell. He saw Dean crumple to lie on his back in the leaves, weakly trying to pull the sickle out, before his hand dropped to the ground. Whatever it was doing was literally sucking the life out of Dean, only his immortality and link to Sam were keeping him alive. He looked at Rowena, gold meeting purple as their voices raised to a shout and the scarecrow fell back from Dean, streams of power wrapping around it, binding it.

Emily shakily grabbed Dean and began pulling him away, terrified, but he had tried to save her, she couldn't leave him. She didn't know what was going on but they seemed to be on their side.

The Scarecrow was forced back onto the pole and froze in place and Dean gasped, colour flooding back into his skin as his eyes shot open.

Sam ran to Dean, dropping to his knees to pull him into his arms. "It's okay Dean, I've got you," he whispered, putting his hand over the wound, pouring healing spells into it. He looked up at the girl and smiled slightly. "Hi, I'm Sam."

"Em…Emily."

"Hello Emily, why don't us girls talk," Rowena gently led her away.

Dean groaned, eyes slowly opening to find Sammy leaning over him, hazel eyes filled with fear and love. "Sa…mmy…"

"Shh, take it easy. You'll be okay," Sam soothed. "Just rest, I'll handle the tree," he whispered, gently weaving a protection spell around Dean even as Rowena returned without Emily.

"She's in the car, time to burn the tree," she smiled and then knelt to check on Dean, tenderly stroking his cheek before they walked through the orchard until they came to the massive, old apple tree.

"That is one big tree," Sam muttered, and Rowena laughed softly.

"Let us get to work, can you feel the protections?"

Sam closed his eyes, sensing for magic, "Yes." And then his hand dropped to his gun at the sound of footsteps, but he slowly raised his hands as the townspeople surrounded them, torches burning.

"What have you done?" Harley demanded.

"Put a stop to your god," Rowena answered cheerfully, and Sam felt the shield spells form around them.

"You've been killing people for generations, now that stops," Sam said even as he gathered magic for another spell, he was tired, but this wasn't difficult and soon they were all out cold on the ground. "Let's get this done before someone else interrupts." They began picking apart the protections on the tree very carefully until Sam poured gasoline on and then lit it and they watched the tree burn. Sam went back to where Dean was resting and saw the Scarecrow disintegrating on its pole. He removed the shield from Dean and helped him up and back to the car where Emily was waiting. Rowena joined them, and Sam headed for the highway. "Where do you want to go?" he asked, and Emily hesitated.

She had no more family; all her things were back in town… "All my things," she whispered, and Sam turned around.

"We'll get you packed if you want and then we can drop you off somewhere."

"Thank you," she whispered, still in shock over what her Aunt and Uncle had done. Sam parked in the eerily quiet town and they got out to pack her things before hitting the road again. "Greyhound station please," she finally decided.

"You sure?" Dean asked tiredly from beside her.

"Yeah, I have a friend I can go to in New York."

Sam drove to the nearest greyhound station and escorted her inside to get her a ticket and then they went to mail her boxes to the city since there was too much to take on the bus. "Good luck," he offered before rejoining the others and driving away.

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Sam parked the Impala in the garage and got out, not sure why he'd agreed to follow her directions to her home, but it felt right. Dean was still worn out from the Scarecrow attack and now they had Rowena with them and they needed to get to know her better, didn't they? He watched as Rowena helped Dean out, being so gentle with him. Sam grabbed their bags and followed them into the house. It was very different to their cabin in the mountains, a sprawling mansion like house on a rather large estate. She led them to an opulent bedroom and Sam put the bags down, helping her settle Dean on the bed where he curled up and fell back to sleep immediately. The wound from the sickle had healed to an angry red line, the magic of the god keeping it from healing fully yet. Sam trailed his fingers over the wound, he'd come so close to losing Dean, even with his immortality and it had terrified him. Rowena had called the broken bonds a liability… but Dean's lack of magic was one as well.

Rowena smiled at how sweet Sam looked as he gently tended his sleeping brother. That fight had almost gone horribly wrong, if Dean had been mortal he would have died, even with the link to Sam. If he had the link to Sam but was mortal he also would have died, only the combination of the two had kept him alive. While his death would break Sam and make it oh so easy to get him as hers forever she was finding that she rather liked Dean. That meant something had to be done to ensure his safety and ability to fight out. "Come Sam, let him rest. I will cook you a meal," she smiled and held her hand out to him. She watched him hesitate, torn, but then he stood and took her hand, following her to the kitchen where she got him settled at the island and began to cook.

Sam watched her whip up a meal, feeling rather in awe of her. she was beautiful, smart, powerful and she could cook. He shifted slightly as he remembered his dreams ever since she had come to their motel, dreams of her with him, or her with Dean, or even the three of them together. Then they varied between them as they were now…or how it would be if she took control of all of the broken bonds and he found all of the options highly arousing. After a while she dished it up and sat opposite him to eat and Sam felt a bare foot rubbing against his leg. He glanced up at her and she smiled sweetly, making him swallow. "I…uh, how long have you been a witch?" he finally asked, and she chuckled.

"Didn't anyone ever teach you not to ask a woman's age?" She teased, and he blushed slightly. "I have been a witch since the seventeenth century," she admitted, seeing his eyes widen in surprise. "There is so much I can teach you Samuel."

Seventeenth century? Immortality had been a concept, now it felt very real. What did she see in him? Power? She had a lot herself, but she said she wanted a companion in her quest. Could he trust her reasoning? He had no problem going after demons… Sam licked his lips nervously but then stood, taking his plate to the sink, needing distance to think. In the very back of his mind was the whisper not to trust her, that something was off… but he couldn't hear it past the spell she'd slipped past his shields. He nearly jumped when she reached past him to add her plate to sink and then he felt the heat of her body brushing his. Her hand gently brushed his hair back and Sam's eyes fell closed, inhaling her scent as her hand caressed his cheek. Sam turned around, staring down at her as she pressed closer, hands braced on the sink, locking him in place. "I…" Sam swallowed.

"I know you want me Sam," she purred, her accent was incredible. She could feel his body's reaction to her closeness and smiled up at him. She brought her hands up to slip under his shirt, caressing his chest and Sam groaned, leaning his weight against the sink, and then she pressed her lips to the hollow of his throat and his hands came up to settle on her hips, pulling her even closer. She wrapped a hand around the back of his neck, tugging his head down to kiss him, plundering his mouth and Sam whimpered in need, easily falling into the old behaviour of submitting to a woman. "Do you want me Sam?" she whispered as she kissed his jaw.

"Ye..s..sss…" he hissed, unable to deny the need burning in his veins.

She ran her fingers through shoulder length brown hair, looking into hazel eyes, seeing they were dilated even as Sam licked his lips, all signs of arousal. Maybe this was rushing things, but it had been a long time since she'd had such a man in her bed and she wanted him. She took his hands and pulled him along to her own bedroom and Sam followed, head clouded by lust. She nudged the door shut behind them and then backed Sam towards the bed, pushing him down on the mattress. "Last chance to say no Sam," she warned as she stared down at him before kneeling to pull his shoes of.

"Row…ena…please…" Sam pleaded, and she stood, leaning over him to open his jeans. He lifted his hips to let her pull them down and she smiled, reaching out to caress his bare hip.

"No underwear, naughty," she smirked, reaching back to deal with the latches of her dress, allowing it to drop to the floor, pooling at her feet. She quickly removed her bra and panties, moving to straddle Sam, leaning down to kiss him again. "Scoot up," she murmured, and Sam pulled himself further up the bed without dislodging her even as she yanked his shirt off, taking in the sight of golden skin over firm muscles. Many male witches let themselves go, relying solely on magic, it was very nice to see Sam wasn't one of them. She rolled them so that she was on her back on the mattress, letting him settle between her legs.

Sam's head was spinning, he couldn't think, his body knowing what to do as she touched him and then she was under him, offering and he kissed her as he moved to push into her body. He caressed her body as he moved in and out, kissing her over and over and she held him close. He'd been well trained by Jess to please a woman, to worship her body, to only give pleasure, not to take his own and even with the spells broken that training remained imprinted in him.

Rowena held him close, amazed by his skill as he drove her crazy with pleasure. It appeared that witch had done one thing right, teaching him how to treat a woman. She pulled him into another kiss and saw the glassy look in his eyes, realising this was more than teaching, it had been instinct deep training, leaving his mind blank. "Sam," she breathed, gently caressing his cheek. "Come back Sam, I want you here with me," she locked eyes with him and saw as awareness trickled back in. "G…good, she moaned. "Very good Sam," she praised.

Sam whimpered at the praise, no one but Dean and Jess had ever praised him. He clung to her, thrusting harder, faster. "P..pl…please," he groaned, burying his head in her hair as it spilled over the pillow.

"Please w…hat Sam?" She gasped out.

"Ta…ke me…" he groaned. "third…" he pleaded brokenly, and her eyes widened in surprise, she had thought it would take months for him to want that. He lifted his head to kiss her sloppily and she made eye contact, magic seeking his out to see if he was serious. Sam whimpered at the sensation, his own magic uncoiling, reaching for hers, even as his shields dropped, giving her full access.

Rowena gently reached for the broken bond and spells, coaxing them awake and Sam gasped, arms trembling as he held himself up over her as he continued to move. She felt the spells begin to grow, moving to sink into his mind and for a second, she held back, letting them move into his mind and memories, seeing something in his eyes shift, dulling and she quickly grabbed the spells, pulling them back, mutating them from their original purpose. Just before Sam's arms gave way she rolled them, so she was on top, hands braced on his chest as he whimpered, eyes rolling back in his head as the bond between them snapped into place. He stared up at her dazedly for a second before his eyes closed and he went limp beneath her. Rowena collapsed on his chest, breathing heavily, as the tremors of pleasure slowed. She stroked his cheek and whispered a spell to clean them up before pulling a blanket up over them. They were bonded together now, no one could get to Sam. The bond was secure, and the spells had been shifted, mutated from controlling and altering his mind and memories to those that existed between a teacher and student, designed to make the student more open to the teachers' lessons, a little less likely to rebel. Not much different to what the trust spell encouraged really. Dean's issue could wait until later, he was safe under her wards, she wanted sleep now.

TBC…