Dean leads the group to the Highley Memorial cemetery.
"Alright, this way."
Sam is checking his phone as you walked besides Cas.
"What's the word from outside?" Dean questioned.
"Ghosts are still at it, trying to break down the barrier. I left some Hunters at the gym to keep the peace. The rest are set up around the perimeter, in case --"
You interrupted, "In case the spell breaks and a hundred billion ghosts come bursting out." You turned to Rowena, "This better work."
"It will work. The "Rafforza l'incantesimo" is a potent transubstantiation spell. It can turn gossamer into concrete." She calmed you down, eyes widened.
As you reached the cemetery, you all walked in with caution.
"Like I said, get me close to the epicenter, find me a nice, protected ghost-free space -- I'll patch those crumbling walls right up, and we'll all be home in time for high tea." Rowena tells everyone in a happy manner.
You all walk past the rift in the ground where spirits keep coming out. There are bodies everywhere, covering the whole ground.
"Ah. Great. A nice, protected space." Cas sarcastically shoots.
You all get inside and close the doors. Sam locks the doors as you, Dean and Castiel scatter the salt.
Rowena drops her bag and takes her coat off. She opens the Book of the Damned and prepares to perform the spell. Something starts banging on the door from the outside with force. Rowena keeps performing the spell.
As Rowenas spell gets more in depth, you get a text from a hunter, informing you it's working.
"Seems like it's working." You told Sam.
Suddenly, Rowena turns uneasy with her spell, having the bowl clatters to the floor as she falls to the ground.
"Rowena?" You rushed over to her.
Rowena sits on the floor, terrified, "We're all going to die!"
Rowena tries to stand up, but you knelt down at her.
"Drink." She demanded.
"Of course. Dean." You turned to Dean, who's digging into his bag for the water.
Dean passes you water and you hand it to her.
She grimaced, "A real drink!"
You and Dean stare at each other. Then, Dean hands over his flask hesitating. Rowena drinks it all.
"Okay, now that we're waiting for the witch's hooch to kick in, can we finally admit the obvious?" Belphegor stares at everyone, waiting for him to speak.
"Uh, she failed. So if we're keeping scores, that's, uh, 1 for the demon, uh, 0 for the witch." Belphegor scoffed.
"The enchantment couldn't work. No magic could. The spell put me into a -- a communion with the wall. I -- I could feel how weak it is, how close to collapse -- and I could feel why." Rowena paused, "I could feel them. All of them."
"All of them? Them who?" You asked, worryingly.
"The spirits. Their anger and their hatred, writhing and raging. They're pressed up against those walls breaking them down. There are too many, and they're too wild and desperate and angry. Together, they are too strong. Those walls will fall, and there's no magic on Earth can stop it." Rowena pants, trying to catch her breath.
