INT. LAVEAU ART GALLERY
PORTLAND, OREGON
Rowena stopped at the bar, on the phone. "Hello boys. Hello, girl. 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 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 beautiful angel is there, isn't she? Hello tweety pie."
"Um, hello."
"Lads, lady, 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 repeated.
"What project?" Sam 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," Dean 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 girl. My three little musketeers. Mwah." She hung up.
"Damn it," Dean muttered.
Castiel glanced at him. "You know, she's right. You never go to parties."
Sam and Dean exchange looks of disbelief and Dean shook his head.
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 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.
"Yes."
"Or technically, anywhere in the entire universe."
Dean glanced at the angel. "I didn't say it was gonna be easy, but uh... All right, come on. Ideas." He closed his eyes and rubbed his hands together. "Come on. Here we go." Dean sipped his coffee and Castiel sighed; not one of them had any ideas. "Nah. I need a real drink. I'm gonna get a beer. You wanna beer?"
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Wayward Angel
Mystery / ThrillerA new threat emerges for the Winchesters, unbeknownst to them, and it's no supernatural creature. And, as if things couldn't get worse, a Nephilim comes into being and his birth will affect those closest to him. Between a new relationship, another c...
