Dean, Sam, Daphne, and Cas are in the library and call Rowena.
"Hello, boys, girly. I'm very sure I've done nothing that you know of to make you want to call, but how lovely to hear from you." Rowena says.
"Rowena, that's not... we, um..."
"You'll have to speak up." She tells Sam.
"We need your help." Dean states.
"Really?" Rowena asks.
"We must assemble our most powerful allies to rescue our family and confront the archangel Michael. Now, he's in an alternate universe so--"
"Ah, the handsome angel is there, isn't he? Hello, tweety pie." Rowena greets.
"Um, hello." Cas mumbles.
"Lads, obviously I'd love to help after what you... oh, Sam did for me, but I'm in the damp pacific northwest right now working on my own little project." Rowena states.
"Project?" Dean asks.
"What project?" Sam asks.
"Oh, nothing for you to worry about. Just checking a few items off my little to do list." Rowena says.
"Sure, that didn't sound ominous." Dean says sarcastically.
"Rowena, are you at a... party or something?" Sam asks.
"I am, but I'm surprised you recognize the sounds of a party, seeing as how you're all work and no play." Rowena says.
"She's got a point." Daphne mutters.
"Look, we didn't call to talk. We... the world is in danger, Rowena." Dean says.
"And I'm currently surrounded by art that makes me think the world should be in danger. Best of luck to you, boys and girls. My six little musketeers." Rowena hangs up.
"Damn it." Dean mutters.
"You know, she's right. You never go to parties." Cas says.
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"We got a problem." Sam says as he and Daphne walk into the kitchen where Dean and Cas are.
"Another one?" Dean asks. "Awesome."
"All the stuff that Rowena said on the phone -- uh, Pacific Northwest, art gallery, party -- I-I think I found her." Sam says, handing his tablet to Dean who reads over the article.
"A rich lady exploded?" Dean asks.
"Yeah. Uh, local cops are-are calling it spontaneous combustion. Pretty much." Sam says.
"Well, that does sound like Rowena." Cas says.
"I knew it. I fucking knew it, man. You gave her that page. What'd you think was gonna happen, huh?" Dean asks Sam.
"She wanted to protect herself." Sam says.
"Yeah, by barbecuing someone?"
"We don't know what this is yet. Maybe she had a reason to--"
"Doesn't matter what the reason is. That's not okay!"
"Okay, I said if Rowena goes bad again, I'd deal with it, so I'll deal with it."
"You better. Cas, you wanna try this angel thing, then go for it. Just don't get dead again."
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It's nighttime and Dean is driving with Sam in the passenger seat, trying to call Rowena again. Daphne is falling in and out of consciousness.
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freaks come out at night, SPN, DISCONTINUED
Fanfiction[ supernatural -- seasons 9-15 ] Billy and Daphne stand alone: Freaks Come Out at Night I DO NOT own Supernatural, any of the show's characters or storylines. I ONLY own my OCs and their storylines.
