Season of the Witch

Part 4

The next morning had been almost as surreal as the first. You were greeted with the smell of toast and bacon wafting through your apartment, both things you knew you didn't have in your fridge when you went to sleep the night before.

Crawling from under your covers, you slowly opened the door to your hallway, peeking out, hearing a soft humming over a sizzling sound. The melody of the hum was almost enchanting, coaxing you closer and closer towards it. It sounded old, older than any song you had heard. The tone was low, sending a warm vibration through you as your feet planted firmly in the kitchen. Sam glanced up from his position at the stove, stirring around eggs in a pan, scrambling them to a fluffy perfection. He didn't stop the song as he smiled at you, merely hummed around it and finished the song before he formally greeted you.

"Good morning, darling," he scooped some eggs from the pan, placing them on a plate that was already filled with triangles of perfectly golden brown toast, butter melting into the crispy dough. There were a few slices of bacon, and a small smattering of fruit. Sam set down the pan and spatula, dusting the eggs with a sprinkle of salt and pepper.

"Good...morning...."you watched him warily. "Where did all this come from?"

"What do you mean?" Sam picked the plate up, offering it to you. You took it gingerly, still eyeing him.

"I know I didn't have all this last night...and you have no money..." Sam just smiled, waggling his fingers before going back to the stove.

"I don't need it."

"So you just steal?" while you were pressing him regarding morals, you still picked up a piece of toast, biting off the corner of a triangle while waiting for his retort.

"I mean," Sam opened his palm, and in front of your eyes, a perfectly ripe peach materialized in his hand. "I have no need for your money." you nearly dropped the plate in your hands, and Sam laughed. "Go on, take it." you reached out with one hand, pausing before continuing, feeling the fuzz brush against your fingertips. It was as real, and you couldn't help the awe-filled gasp as you took the fruit from his grasp.

"How did you do that?" your voice was soft as you turned the peach over in your hands, looking for some sort of flaw to tell you it was fake, all a trick.

"The same way you can," the moment was gone, and you glared up at Sam, and he reached out, taking the peach from your hands and taking a bite, as if to confirm to you it was indeed real and edible. "Don't give me that look. Go eat, you barely touched your dinner last night."

"If you can do that, why can't you conjure up a spellbook to un-bond us?" you grumbled as you walked to the living room, taking a seat on the couch. Sam had already deconstructed his bed and set the bedding to the very last cushion.

"If I could, I would have done so by now."

"Forgive me if I don't believe you, darling," the sarcasm dripped off your tongue, making Sam chortle as he plated his own breakfast.

"And forgive me if I enjoy the idea of being bonded to a beautiful young woman," Sam sat down next to you, popping a grape in his mouth and chewing as he watched the tips of your ears turn pink. "There are far worse fates I could think of."

"You really think you're a charmer, don't you?" you bit into your toast again, matching his bemused expression.

"I've been told a time or two it's one of my strengths." you went to reply but there was a knock on the door that caught both you and Sam off guard. Placing your plate on the coffee table, you made your way to the door before checking the peephole and tugging the door open. Danny stood there, brown eyes immediately scanning you for any sign of injury. He had a large backpack slung on his shoulders, and his curls were frizzy from a restless night.