"Oh….no! "You're not going to pin this on me, Sam. You're the one who cast the spell, the consequences are yours."
"Oh, come on, Dean. I was sure that I'd followed the prescribed chant."
"How often do you speak in ancient Babylonian? You could have pronounced a word with the accent in the wrong place, Sam."
"I was sure I did everything correctly, "Sam insisted.
"Then why is there a big ass statue of the Babylonian god Marduk staring down at us from its seven-foot height in the middle of the library.
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Sam gave an exaggerated shrug. "I meant to conjure up a mini version, just to see if I could, " he sighed. "Maybe I ing-ed when I should've ang-ed"
Dean rolled his eyes. "What does that even mean, Dude? In any case, get this hunk of stone out of here. Send it back to whatever temple it came from."
"I don't know if I can, Dean. Without knowing what word I mispronounced, I could end up doing more harm than good."
"Finally, there's some good sense filtering through that girlie hair of yours into your big brain. Just because Rowena left you her secrets, doesn't mean you need to try them all out at once like a kid in a toy store!
"You could end up turning us into cats or something!"
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Sam's crestfallen face caused Dean to smile. "Come on, Harry friggin' Potter, Let's try and drag this eyesore into the storeroom and never mention it again."
"And," Dean waggled a warning finger, " No spell casting for the next two weeks."
"But, Dean…"