Late Night Hunting

Chapter 15: Guardian Angel

(Credit to Angel Dove for the amazing YouTube video. :D)   Cas frowned as Rowena thought for a moment, mulling over her terms for getting his memories back and fully intact. Finally she said to both of them, "So I've been thinking about this.."problem".. and here's what I've got. There's only one spell that will bring all of your memories back completely and also allow you to never forget or have them taken again." Then silence. Dean spoke up from his perch against the counter. "What's the catch?" Rowena smiled again. "Bright one, you are. You're finally catching up. The catch is that it's rather painful and the ingredients are a bit of a bear, but I think you'll manage with Fergus here to help you out." She said, throwing a sweetly evil smile over at her son. Crowley narrowed his eyes, leaning over to whisper to Dean and Cas, "If either of you ever thinks, insinuates, or even tries to mention this to anyone, then I promise you, no one in the history of torture's been tortured with torture like the torture you'll be tortured with."  Turning back to Rowena, he smiled a fake, sweet smile and said innocently through gritted teeth, "Of course mother.  Whatever you say." while conveying his immense hatred of Rowena through his intensely deep, dark black-and-brownish eyes, glaring daggers at his so-called mother. She gave him a very brief and hidden look filled with disgust, disappointment, and hatred, burning bright in her brown eyes with a fire Cas hadn't seen before. She looked rather........frightening, almost manic with loathing. Then the look vanished, and she turned back to Cas with a smile on her face. "So, what's your price to fix my "problem"?" Cas asked, not caring how sassy and unamused he looked. He just wanted all of this to be over so he could talk to Dean alone, without any interruptions. Rowena narrowed her eyes at his impatiently sass-filled tone. She looked pointedly at Dean, saying "You sure got yourself with a feisty one, didn't you? Good luck trying to beat him in bed.", making Dean flush and Cas smirk. "Wouldn't you like to know." he shot back, smiling when Rowena's jaw tightened and Crowley covered his mouth to stop his laughter. Rowena shot him a dirty look, then said to Cas,"My price is this; You two have to make out-" Dean cut her off. "Already did that. Try again, Winnie." Rowena scowled at Dean for a moment, then said,"First of all, do not  call me Winnie ever again. Second of all, you didn't let me finish. I was going to say that you two have to make out again, only this time you have to take a picture of it and send it to me as proof. Oh and by the way, you also have to let me go." she said, staring at Dean with her nose slightly upturned and a smug smile on her face. Dean's face went as white as a ghost as he took a moment to regain control of himself and his emotions. Cas grabbed Dean's shoulder and whispered into his ear, saying, "It won't be that bad. At least we don't have to do it in front of Sam or something." Then he straightened up and looked straight at Rowena. "We'll do it." Rowena clapped her hands together. "Great! You and Fergus go and grab the ingredients. I've got to have a little chat with Dean-o here." she said, handing them a short list and walking over to Dean. Cas went over to the Devil's Trap and scratched away a small section of it, letting Crowley walk free. He handed him the list and walked outside without waiting for Crowley to follow. Crowley looked at Dean, shrugged, then went outside where Cas was waiting on the sidewalk. Dean shut the door, then grabbed a chair and sat it a few feet away from Rowena's trap, spinning it around so that he was facing the back of it and sitting down. "You wanted to talk, so let's talk." Rowena smiled sadly, shaking her head. "You have no idea how blind you are, do you?" Dean was taken aback. What was she chewing him out about? "What do you mean, I'm blind? I can see perfectly fine, thank you." Rowena rolled her eyes. "No, you idiot. I'm talking about Cas." Dean shifted in his seat. "Have you honestly not seen the little looks he gives you, or the way he smiles when he thinks you aren't looking?" Dean sighed, shaking his head. "I've seen it all. I've also seen the cute little way he looks when he's thinking really hard, and the way his laughter brightens up a room." Rowena smiled. "Do you feel the same way about him as he feels about you?" Dean groaned internally. Since when was Rowena a guidance counselor? Still, he answered "I think so. I just... I don't know. I really don't want him to get hurt, but at the same time...." he sighed, rubbing his face with his hands and putting his elbows on the chair. Rowena nodded her head, pity in her eyes. "I think I understand. You love him, but you're afraid you'll hurt him." Dean looked up sullenly. "To sum it up, yeah." He shook his head. "I can't believe I'm saying this, but you might actually be kinda bearable if you were like this more often. Almost." he said, grinning when Rowena gasped. "Well, I never thought I'd see the day! Dean Winchester saying thank you? Unthinkable!" Dean stood up. "Yeah, well, don't push your luck. We still aren't friends, but I guess I could deal with being...."Acquaintances"." Rowena smiled a sweet smile, and Dean was certain that this whole experience would come back to bite him, whether it be sooner or later. Seconds later there was a knock on the door and then a key turning in the lock. Cas walked in, scowling and laden with a large paper bag, while Crowley walked in behind him, carrying nothing and walking back over to his chair in the Devil's Trap. Cas walked over to Rowena and dropped the bag on the table. "Never again." He muttered to Dean as he walked by, going into the bathroom and slamming the door. Dean just shook his head, then muttered to himself, "I'm glad I got him as my Guardian Angel. Sam can have Gabriel to himself." then went over and flopped onto the bed and closed his eyes as Rowena got to work. She whispered to Crowley, "You owe me $100, Fergus. I got him to admit it." Crowley then proceeded to choke on his Scotch, and forked over the $100 for the bet, rolling his eyes and thinking to himself, "As soon as this is over, I'm gonna kill her."