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Skull cap, a fledgling sparrows innards, Lily of the valley, Mercury, and grains of paradise.
Those, and of course, a witch who’s highly talented enough to channel the currents of the energy still lingering in the bunker, to pick up the frail dusting of blood Gabriel left behind in stitches plucked from his lips and discarded in the trash that the darling Castiel had so generously gone dumpster diving for.
These were the secret ingredients that would lead them to their MIA archangel.
Rowena thought of herself as the best and brightest of witch-kind minds, and of most others as well, but there was no doubt that as soon as Gabriel had gained enough grace he would pull his trickster shtick and vanish off the face of the Earth, and her talents would only get them far so long as Gabriel stayed weak, and the boys were very persistent about Rowena meeting their deadline so they could save their dear mumsy. It was annoying, that’s why she’d sent the boys hauling their perky little asses off and out of the bunker to lift some of their own weight finally, and start chasing down the leads she was giving them instead of hassling her. You cannot rush perfection!
It was hard when the flighty little bugger kept disappearing and reappearing all over the map, but Gabriel couldn’t move quite so fast as he could in his glory days, giving Rowena just three options to narrow it down to.
Amarillo, where Feathers was patrolling alleyways and ringing hospitals looking for his wayward brother.
Central City, where the lumber-giants were bound to do their usual FBI routine and woo the locals with what… Rowena supposed, was their idea of “charm”.
And… somewhere unknown. Likely a false lead, which was why all signs seemed to point to absolutely nowhere at all and the boys split up the two legitimate leads to chase after just about the littlest Archangel Rowena could even imagine. Adorable.
They couldn’t leave a potential lead unfollowed though, so despite her packed bags filled with a few trinkets she was… “borrowing” long term from the Men Of Letters archives, she was told to stay behind and push it until the trail ran cold. If it had been anyone other than Sammy who had asked her very sweetly with those sad little eyes, she would have been long gone already. But she owed them this much, and it wasn’t as though it was an awfully hard life here in the bunker with a magic stockpile that left her akin to a child in a sweets shop, even if the bed situation was hardly up to par with her standards. Things could always be worse.
Rowena was left nudging at what felt a little like a wall for days, with nothing to keep her company but her teapot, when finally it felt like a little bit of the wall had softened just enough for her to reach in a little further- and much to her surprise, felt the unknowable wall reach back.
Damn it, she had been sure of the trail in Central City. But, for one very rare occasion, it looked like she was wrong, because the road to this energy was paved with neon signs saying “Gabriel’s presence is here”, and unlike all those other strings binding to the angel, this was the only one she felt real life attached to at the end of the rope. Damn it!
“Gabriel,” Rowena told the energy, giving it a firm tug to have it submit, from all she’s heard about the angel it sounded like he was primed to fall into place at the first sign of someone with a more… domineering attitude, so hopefully he would bowl over easily, and come skittering back into the fold with just a little harsh magic. “I bind, conjure, and command you to return to me. I bind, conjure, and command-“
Is it… hot in here? A bead of sweat rolls down Rowena’s forehead, cutting a trail through her pristinely pressed makeup, and dripping down on to the skin of her hand where she hears the drop hit and then sizzle as it bubbles against the heat of her skin.
“Gabriel- I-“ she says, making an attempt to push through the warning being sent her way, tell her to back off, now.
He shouldn’t be this powerful… she should be fine. If she just-
Rowena’s breath catches in her throat as a sharp pain cuts across her whole body, like someone’s slipped their hand inside and dipped every nerve in oil and tossed her in the fires of Hell to be flayed alive. Despite that, she gets the sense that whatever is crawling through dimensions to reach back to touch her is, of all things, curious. It’s the only thing that keeps Rowena gripping the hand reaching out to her tightly, her own curiously pulling back and forth like a game of tug-o-war over the bloodied remnants of Gabriel.
Not Gabriel, that’s for certain. Whatever this was that Rowena had been bothering for days now was not their renegade archangel, it was something a lot more powerful than their near mortal friend, and yet undeniably Rowena’s spell had not by accident tethered itself to the unknown spirit. With every curious and fiery touch across the spell-line connection, Rowena could feel the same sliver of angel attached to it as she could in the stitches laid out in the bowl before her.
“Who is this?”
Rowena gasped, eyes rolling to the back of her mind as she arched back against the chair, writhing as the entity found itself a home in her mind to speak with her, hearing its words exit through her own mouth.
“I don’t know any Gabriel, leave this connection. Now.”
Oh now wasn’t that curious, despite the roiling aggression and threats the words leaving her lips dripped possessively- protectively. They hissed with anger and venom, and Rowena shuddered with its own conflicting sense of anguish ripping through her body as if it were her own.
“I don’t wish him any harm, I’m… a friend of a friend. We’re looking for him, we only wish to know he’s alright,” Rowena explained, which wasn’t technically the truth but she supposed the Winchesters seemed concerned enough that it could pass as truth for them. “Allow me to speak to him.”
“I know no such Gabriel.”
Now it was just plain lying.
“You reek of his blood, it’s formed a connection to the blood in my spell. The Winchesters need to see him.”
Every flicking flame dancing atop each candle in the room simultaneously exploded in a dazzling display of colour and light, the flame reaching higher and higher, the smoke licking at the high vaulted ceilings leaving smears of soot that curved and bent with the twist of the flame of the rapidly melting candles. Rowena should have been safe within the bunker, nothing could enter from the outside, but entering from the inside was another matter entirely. She only managed to catch a brief glimpse at the ceiling, and the spell work written out in a summoning circle made with the soot before the flames burnt themselves down entirely and plunged Rowena into darkness.
A low, haunting screech of a siren started to whir across the speakers, the generator lights in deep red flickering as they tried to stay on and fight back against the power of the one penetrating its warding, but were no match for the still bubbling hot wax swirling around the center of the Sanskrit summoning circling, whirling, syphoning the energy in the air rendering Rowena all but useless in its presence.
There was no amount of sentimentality in the world that was going to keep Rowena here any longer, and as fast as she could run in heels she started to bolt for the door- if she remembered she would drop a dime to the boys to warn them of the accidental death omen she’d summoned into their home, that was, if she even made it out of the bunker alive herself. Not fast enough though, not fast enough to escape the explosion of winding and twisting limbs of many arms claw it’s way up out of the wax, wax dripping down the naked form that began to materialise a feminine figure, the arms all folding in neatly between her ribs and sealed away as the entity took full and raw naked form before Rowena, glaring at her full of anger, and full of pain.
“You would dare to make a fool out of me?”
Her voice was silky smooth compared to the hoarse way it had forced its way unnaturally from Rowena’s own throat, there almost an air of playfulness to it, like it would have all been quite amusing had Rowena not cast great insult upon her.
Everything about her was silky, from the way her soft hair curled around her shoulders, to her buttery skin still glistening with creaminess of the wax she’d arisen from, giving her dark skin a glow in the deep red lights. Red was her colour, even stark naked as she was Rowena could tell she was made for it… It was difficult to own such a red without looking tacky, tasteless. But she was beautiful bathed in the light, and most importantly, powerful.
Rowena always liked that most of all.
“Have the Winchesters not cost me enough already?“
It was only the entity’s grief that rattled Rowena from her impolite gaze to meet her eyes, and then avert them to feign submission.
“Oh, my dear. I am terribly sorry for bothering you, had I known I was troubling you so greatly I would not have called you…” she trailed off, glancing up through her lash extension to coyly meet her gaze, waiting for the creature to supply its name.
“Kali.”
A powerful shudder rippled through Rowena’s body, creating a pattern of goosebumps down her arms, all the way to tickle at her toes pinched between heels. A powerful shudder to match a powerful name indeed, one Rowena would have to be daft not to recognise.
Not creature, but Goddess.
“O-oh,” Rowena started, clearing her throat to steady her voice, and on swaying legs lowered herself into a sweeping and shallow and insincere imitation of a bow. “Then it is my greatest honour to have you here…”
“Don’t patronise me with your false sweetness, I see what you are,” Kali said, her words spitting out quick and sharp to cut Rowena down, refusing to take part in further mockery all in the name of Rowena trying to save her own pathetic little life. “You summon me here under great falsehood, for those… Winchester boys.”
Not a lot of love lost between them, Rowena could see by the way Kali’s voice oozed with loathing, like the act of simply uttering the name Winchester was sullying the sacredity of her tongue. What a tongue it was, darting out to run threateningly through sharp teeth as the Goddess watched Rowena like predator watching prey, with no way to predict when exactly she would snap forth to come for the witch’s head. It was thrilling… only with the safety net of her spell thrumming deep beneath her skin, promising of a swift return should the Goddess decide to show her why she was titled Goddess of Death. But where there was no love there was certainly familiarity, and Rowena could work with that, hopefully avoid the whole sticky mess of death- she had a rather pretty neck, and she liked it attached to her head.
“They’re not here!” Rowena squeaked out, taking a few scurrying steps back as Kali began to step out from her circle and stalk toward her, making her take pause. “They’re not here! They’re following another lead for Gabriel in Central City, Colorado!”
She probably shouldn’t give up her only allies quite so easily, but when it came to them or her, it would always be her.
Kali leaned down to meet Rowena’s short stature, look down upon her with unblinking eyes.
Rowena would never be so presumptuous as to try and predict what a Goddess such as Kali could ever be thinking… But if she were, you know, presumptuous… She might say that Kali seemed somewhat heartbroken, if not, just a little tired.
“Oh dear,” Rowena whispered softly, daring to be so bold as to reach up and gently cradle the Goddess’s cheek in her hand. “Did you love him? Had you thought he died?”
She could feel the palm of her hand begin to scorch with the heat of Kali’s skin, blazing away to force Rowena to remove her hand- but she would not. What was a little burning? This was nothing to the agony of being burned alive.
“He didn’t leave you, you know. I know where he’s been this whole time…”
Rowena was being a tease, and she copped her punishment in the form of feeling invisible flames lash against the exposed skin of her arms. She winced, sucking air in through her teeth hard as she pushed through the agony, all for the sweet pay off of stroking her thumb against Kali’s cheek and whispering to her,
“They had the poor wee angel in a cage, in Hell. Just a broken shell of a man he is now… That’s why we’re trying to find him, it would just be dreadful if he were to… do something to himself.”
From the way the Winchesters had talked up the legend of the great trickster and his selfish little plight for hedonism, Gabriel didn’t seem the type to scurry away into the darkness to end his suffering without the humiliation of an audience much in the way Rowena was now describing it to Kali, but the Goddess couldn’t be sure of that, not when Rowena held all the cards.
The burning pittered out into a soft warmth, and a little something right between the brow of the Goddess twitched. Sentimentality. An old affection rearing its ugly head in the light of Rowena’s confession of Gabriel’s mental state.
As quickly as it had appeared on her face it was gone, and Kali was stepping back from Rowena with the intention of leaving. She had everything she needed to hear; who was bothering her, Gabriel was alive and why, and where she could find him. Leaving her with no further use for the witch. For being useful, she would grant her the blessing of being left alive.
“Wait-!” Rowena shrieked, totting on her heels after Kali. “We don’t know for certain that he’s in Colorado! That’s just one of a great, many, many leads that I have the Winchesters looking into, they even have their pet angel in Amarillo! Poor, sweet Gabriel could be anywhere at the moment, I have not been given much in the way of ability to track him, he’s left very little of himself behind here… Why, he could be in one of hundreds of places!”
She could feel her heart leap into her throat with the Goddess taking pause, turning with an anger boiling in her eyes that told Rowena she best come up with a solution, now.
Rowena raised her hands non-threateningly, as smiled as though they were good friends at this point, “I could help you- you want to find Gabriel, I could do that if you were to provide for me the DNA you have that belongs to him… A favour for a favour, that seems fair, yes?”
“His DNA?”
“You are in possession of it, are you not? It’s how I was able to pin you down with my spell- accidentally,” she added, before Kali’s mood could sour any further.
It took her a minute to recollect, but Kali did indeed nod her head, “Yes, I took it as an intimate sacrifice, creating a strong binding tie. So he couldn’t run away and leave me to fight his battles with his brothers.”
“Oh!” Rowena said, her eyed flitting downward at the curly mass of dark hair sitting at the mound below Kali’s navel, then back up to meet her eyes. “Well, I suppose any DNA will technicallydo…”
Kali’s entire face flattened into one bland and unimpressed stare, “I scratched him, taking his blood.”
“I was not judging dear, but that does make this a lot more sanitary,” Rowena sighed with a little relief and held her palm out for Gabriel’s blood to be passed over.
With just one little spell, she would be able to narrow down Gabriel’s location to not just Amarillo or Central City, but even the exact street, AND she would get a favour from a Goddess as powerful and mighty as Kali! An excellent addition to hold in her back pocket for a rainy day, you might never know when those sort of deals came in handy.
“I think you misunderstand, I can’t just hand over the blood, it’s part of me.”
Rowena’s fake and perky smile faltered, floundering with her hands as she tried to save this deal, “My mistake, how are we supposed to use it then?”
Kali eyed Rowena up and down, slowly stepping around her, sizing her up in a way that bubbled Rowena’s stomach with anxiety as she thought back her last statements trying to figure out where she may have slighted Kali… But Kali came to a pause directly in front of her, and she shoulders eased down with a little less tension. Acceptance.
“I can transfer it to you, and then you can use it for your spell.”
Oh, Rowena could just about bowl over with giddy excitement.
“Yes, of course! Transfer away, and then I’ll get right on to it-“
Rowena let out a surprise squeak as she was silenced with the press of soft and plump lips to her own, hands holding either side of her face to hold her still like she could very well run away and interrupt Kali. Much to the Goddess’s approval, Rowena’s squeaking melted away into a soft sigh and the parting of lips to feel her tongue glide across her own, swapping shades of bright red lipstick between wet and devouring kisses.
Intimate sacrifice, creating the bonding tie. Oh- oh! Well, Rowena could certainly get behind a spell like that…
She grazed her hands delicately along the silky texture of Kali’s hips, wrapping her acrylic tipped fingers around the curve over them to pull her in closer. But it seemed Kali was in no mood at all to play coy about it, there almost a methodical-ness to the way she wound her arms behind Rowena, shifting her bouncing curls over her shoulder to find the zipper for her dress with ease and slipped it down along with the rest of the garment to leave it lying in a heap on the floor at their feet.
In two swift steps forward, Kali pushed Rowena two steps backward until she hit the wall, and felt arousal twinge in her gut and slicken between her thighs with the firm press of a hand at the top of her head, pushing her down to her knees and face to face with the Goddess’s pussy, just as shimmery and slick as the rest of her waxy body.
Rowena’s lips parted for her tongue to sweep over in hungry anticipation, but Kali had little time or interest, dragging her by the hair in to grind up against her lips.
“Enough games, witch. You want your spell, then earn it,” she spat out, pinning Rowena’s head to the wall with the grind of her hips, only with the opening of Rowena’s mouth and her slippery tongue sliding between the lips of her pussy did some of that bitterness slip away to allow for the enjoyment of a little carnal pleasure.
Pussy mostly taste the same, a little different here and there, but there was a humanness to it that Rowena had become accustomed to over the centuries. The sweat and the smell of another body pressed against her own, dripping with arousal against her tongue. But that of the Goddess was different in a way she’d never experienced, though not in the least unpleasant. Smoky, like an edge to a good whiskey, and untamedly woman, with nary a patch of hair surrounding her pussy sparse- Rowena thought she’d much like to imagine the look on the poor soul’s face that told someone like her to wax, but perhaps some other time.
For right now, Rowena wanted to explore every facet of her lips, sucking them in between her own, and then diving back between with broad and hungry strokes of her tongue, from dipping her tongue into the burning warmth of her vagina all the way up to wrap around her clit, forming a light suction around it with her lips to suck. She envied the lovers Kali must surely keep, for they got to hear the sweet way someone so beautiful and so powerful whimpered so easily at a little suction on her pussy, Rowena thought she could very well get drunk off the sound of her high pitched and breathy whines alone and the way she could feel Kali’s thighs tense as she took the Goddess by the thighs to hold them apart, letting her know exactly when and where she was driving her wild with her tongue.
Rowena could feel the sharp scratch of stiletto tipped nails flick against her scalp with the passionate grasp of her ginger locks, Kali gripping tight to push Rowena’s face in against her harder and rocked her hips chasing the electric feeling of arousal and orgasm with every devious swirl of Rowena’s tongue.
It all came to sudden crashing halt as that tight grip in her hair suddenly dragged her away from Kali’s pussy to toss her down on a he concrete slab flooring of the bunker, the Goddess looking down upon the mess she’d made of Rowena’s pristine makeup, lipstick smeared across her chin with the wetness from her eating her out. A most delectable mess…
She leaned down, following the fall of Rowena’s body to cover it with her own. The swell of breast pushing against breast with the press of their bodies together, wandering hands grasping, groping, feeling flesh squeeze so grab-able beneath their hands.
Kali rose up, towering over Rowena as though she were her sacrifice for the evening, and nudged her knees apart to open her wide for her own body to fit snugly between on her little pelvis, her wet pussy pressing up against Rowena’s own as she parted her legs to sit on it, sliding back and forth until Rowena gasped and arched back against the cold floor with a groan as Kali found the perfect angle to grind against her, rubbing their clits with every fevered grind of her hips as she rode her. The cold and hollow bunker echoing with their whiny moans and whimpers blending together creating a cacophony of sound bouncing off the stone walls making them sound louder, the music of it all driving Rowena damn near mad as she gave helpless and weak little thrusts up try to gain any more desperately need friction against her clit, unable to move much further than she already could with the paranormal force of Kali keeping her down and at her mercy. It wasn’t about her, it was about Kali, and simply the act of passing the binding from one holder to the next.
So when Kali doubled over, body trembling with rush of an orgasm, a moment passed for her to catch her breath before she simply rose to her feet, leaving Rowena whimpering and sore on the floor, her clit aching for attention.
“Wait- where are you going?”
“The transfer is complete,” Kali said, her voice cool and unaffected by Rowena’s whimperings. “You’ll find Gabriel now.”
“But don’t you want to stay? Help us find him, know he’s okay?” Rowena said, practically begging as she sat up and skated her finger up the length of Kali’s calf, whining as the Goddess simply stepped away from her.
“No, I don’t care,” Kali said, making the short walk back to her Sanskrit circle. “Don’t bother me with this again.”
Rowena sat up, dizzy with denial and Kali’s cold outer shell. At least one coherent thought still ratting around in her sex drunk mind, “And our deal? My favour?”
Kali laughed, like it was as genuinely funny that Rowena would ask her that as opposed to being outright cruel, “I’m leaving you alive, that’s was your favour fulfilled.”
A roaring heat burst up in the blazing circle, engulfing the body of the Goddess and she simply melted away, the heat of the fire scorching the ceiling and erasing any such summoning circle leaving Kali untraceable… With no special Sanskrit spell, and her no longer carrying Gabriel’s blood on her person, she was simply lost entirely, leaving Rowena alone in the bunker as the threatening aura of red lights finally spluttered out with the threat gone, plunging her into total darkness.
She huffed, falling back against the cold concrete and let it soothe her hot and clammy skin, the near orgasm that had built already fading into a dull throb that just served to taunt her.
Muttering into the darkness, and to no one in particular but herself, Rowena sighed, “That stupid angel better be worth all the hassle.”