With Rowena's help and Dean's support, Sam finally embraced being a witch shortly after they defeated Chuck. Rowena's lips curled up into a smile as she watched Sam telekinetically float spoons through the air. Dean glanced up and only sighed. "I don't mind that you're a witch now, Sammy, but can you stay away from the silverware?" he snarked.
"What, the Queen of Hell mentoring me doesn't bother you?" Sam snarked back.
Rowena snorted. "Men. Boys, quit arguing," she ordered.
Sam gently set the spoons back down in the drawer and pulled Rowena close to him so they could kiss. "Thank you for helping me, Rowena." Thanks to her, he wasn't terrified of his powers anymore and felt confident in his abilities. He was stronger for it.
The Queen of Hell simply shrugged. "You don't have to keep thanking me, Samuel."
"Yes, I do," he murmured before planting a kiss on her.
Dean rolled his eyes and coughed but they both resolutely ignored him. "I'll leave you two alone then. Making out in my kitchen," he complained as he departed, even though it didn't hold much heat - he supported their relationship for Sam's sake since it made his brother so happy.
Left alone to their own devices, Sam and Rowena continued to make out, completely unaware that many objects in the kitchen were now flying through the air. They pulled apart and beamed at each other, cringing when everything clattered to the floor. "Oops," Sam told her.
"We don't actually have to clean all this up by hand - use your magic," Rowena encouraged.
Sam sighed, held his hand out, and returned everything to its rightful place within seconds. He wasn't sure he'd ever get used to this.
Sam would soon rule Hell as her consort if Rowena had her way.