Sam woke up.
Dean was by his side.
"God morning princess. Your expecting to hold your funeral in this room?"
"No, what are you talking about? ", Sam asked irritated and still half asleep.
"Because I found these under your mattress, Princess and the pea.
These are grave lilies ."
He tossed a bundle of withe flowers onto the mattress.
Sam looked at them and replied laughing
"Dude, these aren't grave lilies,
...This is hawthorn...",
he added with a much more concerned tone.
"Like in sleeping Beauty?"
Sam looked at his brother.
"How is it that you know about sleeping Beauty?"
Dean klicked his tongue.
"I saw the porn version.", he smirked
Sam rolled his eyes.
"I don't understand how you could watch that crap.
Sure, the original Tales weren't that innocent either, but porn Fairy Tales?"
Sam shoot up.
Sure, that you're craving for your own Happy ever after
"What are you mumbling, Rapunzel."
"Oh just fuck off Dean!
I need to go to the Library"
"Yeah, maybe you'll find your lost shoe, Cinderella."
Sam stuck out his middle finger while running down the floor to the library.
He really found something related to the flower in an old folkloric book .
Which said :
Many myths and legends mention the hawthorn or entwine themselves completely 'round him. The Vikings possibly spoke of the "sleeping thorn prick" if somebody was occupied with a sleeping spell . The Valkyrie Brunhilde should have moved Odin by a hawthorn sting into an enchanted sleep. And also Sleeping Beauty fell by hawthorn into her hundred years of lasting sleep. Therefore, it does not surprise that the hawthorn is still called "sleepingthorn" in Iceland . Also with the Celts the connection was known by hawthorn and magic sleep. The magician Merlin who was enchanted by the fairy Nimue fell asleep under a hawthorn hedge and remains there till the end of the days.
However, hawthorn was also considered as a home of good fairies. Together with oak and ash he belongs, according to the Celtic legends, to three holy trees which accommodate fairies. That's why cots were built from the wood of the hawthorn to keep bad fairies away. The hawthorn remained a sign for hope till the Christian times . Even Jesus crown of thorns should have been made out of hawthorn , that's where the association with life and death comes from.
In Greek and Roman mythology the hawthorn plays a role, too. In Roman households, it should bring luck and protection, because the plant was associated with the goddess of the flowers, Flora. Even aphrodisiac effect and fertility were associated with the plant. Therefore stood the Roman goddess Cardea (goddess of the marriage and birth) as well as the Greek gods Hera (goddess of the women and marriage) and Hymenaios (God of the wedding).
Sam chuckled.
That Bastard would never change.
He made his way back to Dean and Cas, both sitting at the huge map-table in the Entrance hall.
"You were right", Sam greeted them.
"Of course I was", Dean said with his typical proud smile across the face.
"With what? ".
Sam placed the bundle of hawthorn on the table.
"Oh, your sweet new room decoration"
Sam glared at his brother.
"Is this part of a hex bag?", Cas asked.
"No, I searched the entire room, while our little princess was having her beauty sleep.", Dean replied.
Sam raised his eyebrows, but was smart enough to remain silent.
"Roughly speaking , it's some sort of pagan protection charm, and is also used to put someone into enchanted sleep."
"But how did it get there? I haven't noticed anything and by the way, the Bunker itself is protected by many different spells.", Cas tilted his head obviously distracted by the news.
"I don't know", Sam shrugged.
But I'll know soon enough, he thought.
After their last conversation about the Archangel, he thought it was for his own good to hide the fact, that he still had those "freakish dreams" to quote his brother.