Love Never Fails

65. Funeralia

INT. LAVEAU ART GALLERY

PORTLAND, OREGON

Rowena stopped at the bar, on the phone. "Hello boys. Hello, girls. 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."

INT. BUNKER - LIBRARY

Sam, Dean, Alana, Sylvie and Castiel were on speakerphone.

"Rowena, that's not... we, um..." Sam began.

"You'll have to speak up."

"We need your help," Dean told her.

"Really?"

"We must assemble our most powerful allies to rescue our family and confront the Archangel Michael. Now, he's in an alternate universe so-" Castiel was cut off.

"Ah, the handsome angel is there, isn't he? Hello tweety pie."

"Um, hello."

"Lads, ladies, 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."

"Project?" Dean and Alana repeated.

"What project?" Sam and Sylvie asked.

"Oh, nothing for you to worry about. Just checking a few items off my little to-do list," Rowena replied.

"Sure, that didn't sound ominous," Dean muttered.

"Rowena, are you at a... party or something?" Sam questioned.

"I am, but I'm surprised you recognize the sounds of a party, seeing as how you're all work and no play."

"Look, we didn't call to talk. We... the world is in danger, Rowena," Sylvie said.

"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 five little musketeers. Mwah." She hung up.

"Damn it," Dean and Alana muttered.

Castiel glanced at them. "You know, she's right. You never go to parties."

Sam, Sylvie and Dean exchanged looks of disbelief while Alana had one of her own, and Dean shook his head.

Aiden and his siblings ran in, playing a game of tag. Spencer walked in behind and Dean picked up his youngest, smiling as Claudia crawled in.

INT. ART GALLERY PARTY

Rowena approached one of the guests. "Good afternoon."

"Hello," Elizabeth greeted.

"You're Elizabeth Mahler, aren't you?."

"Yes. Do I know you?"

"No, but I know you. I saw you in the newspaper, didn't I? In the Oregon Tribune?"

"There's no need to bring up any of that unpleasantness."

"Of course not, my humblest apologies." Tango music started up. "Bernard, this is my song! Be a darling, will you?" She gave Elizabeth her handbag and said to her, "Glad you could make it too." Rowena danced the tango with Bernard and at the last move, he dipped her in front of Elizabeth and Rowena muttered, "Mors Lumena!"

Elizabeth screamed and spontaneously combusted. Rowena smiled at Bernard.

INT. BUNKER - KITCHEN

Dean made himself and Alana a cup of coffee, and spoke with Castiel.

"You know what? Forget Rowena," Dean said. "There's gotta be some other way we can track down Gabriel and hijack his grace."

"Even though he could be any place on earth?" Castiel asked.