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Another week flew by, and every potion that could help me recover my strength, and that of my powers seemed to fail. But I wasn't even half-way through them, I even tried to mix two separate ones together. That did not end well. Sam didn't return since the day I saw him, and no contact just like Dean. I felt like I was just there, not existing in their lives. Bobby on the other hand, insisted that I go with him on a few hunts, help him out. So I did, and it did me some good to punch some monsters.
My eyes wandered the crisp page of my Grimoire, eyes following the description of the potion I was concocting. The small cauldron sat on the stove top, bubbling away on medium heat. I brought my gaze over to the right, seeing the counter filled with jars of ingredients. Hemlock, wormwood, eye of newt, frog feet, chicken feet, everything Bobby could get his hands on. And that of my own collection. My fingers traced the jars, before I found the one I needed - which was the eye of newt. Gripping the slimy eye between my fingers, and throwing it into the cauldron. Once the eye made contact with the swampy liquid, it allowed a small explosion to happen inside the pot. I was expecting it, as I watched the smoke rise from the cauldron.
"What's that smell?!" Bobby's voice oozed disgust, making me smirk and carry my head to the right to see his nose wrinkle up with the smell. "It smells like death," he clarified, knowing what death smells like.
"Death it will surely taste, but lucky you. You're not drinking it," my reply was snarky, allowing a chuckle to fall from my lips. "Did you get what I asked?" I arched up my eyebrows, as he lifted a plastic bag up.
"One finger of a murder," I could see that it was just bone now. Long and pointy, just what the potion needs. He hands me the bag, and I unseal it, and grab the base of the index finger.
"Double, double, toil and trouble. Fire burn and cauldron bubble," a smirk danced across my lips as I spoke the rhyme. Before dropping the finger into the cauldron, and once again it exploded slightly and smoke floated on up. I noticed from the corner of my eye Bobby stumbled back at the sudden explosion. I wafted the smoke from the cauldron, and saw that the swampy green had changed to a very disturbing brown.
"It looks like shi-"
"Yes! I know," I cut Bobby off rolling my eyes at him, as I see what he sees. "Let's hope this one works," I announce, grabbing a mug from the counter, and dunking it into the cauldron, allowing the liquid to fill. When the cup was half filled, I pulled it out, allowing the extra liquid to drip. "Bottoms up," I flashed a smile to Bobby, and downed the substance down in one. I allowed the liquid to slither down my throat, hitting the contents of my stomach. Making me jip into the cup, but I kept the liquid down. "I think I'm gonna be sick," I placed the mug back onto the counter, and focused on keeping the potion down. I pulled a few weird expressions as you do, when you taste something god awful.
Once the bitterness, and the gagging stopped, I raised my gaze to meet Bobby, who was waiting in anticipation. But I didn't feel any different, just the same I had been. I shook my head softly at him, but anger just flooded my veins. Suddenly, the cauldron set aflame by itself, and quickly burned high, allowing the flames to rise high. I cast my gaze to the fire, but it was quickly snuffed out, it was a fleeting moment.
