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“I don’t know.”
She sighed and looked up at Dean. He could see a flash of anger in her
eyes. Her voice became low and she spoke slowly,
“But I’m going
to find out.”
Dean was quite taken aback at Rowena’s sudden interest in Sam.
“I’m going to find out who did this to Samuel, and let me tell you, there’ll
be hell to pay!” Rowena sneered.
Dean shifted on his feet uncomfortably. He felt awkward standing there,
while his brother was curled in a ball on the floor, being comforted by – well,
by her.
“Listen, Rowena, I’m grateful for your help, and I’m eager to get the son of
a bitch, too…but why do you care so much? We haven’t exactly been nice to
you.”
Rowena let out a short laugh.
“Maybe you haven’t dearie, but Samuel has been more than gracious to
me.” She continued stroking Sam’s hair, watching his slow, relaxed
breathing.
Dean was confused.
“I’m not sure I understand. Sam’s been spending time with you?” He put his
hands on his hips, unsure what he was supposed to be doing with them.
“Oh yes, I’m afraid he’s seen me more than you realize. He’s been
learning magic from me. For
quite some time now, actually.” Rowena smiled up at Dean, waiting for his
reaction.
Dean’s eyes widened. “He’s what?” He took his arms from his hips and
crossed them defensively, taking a step back. He couldn’t believe it. Sam never
told him this. Rowena chose to ignore Dean’s question, turning her attention
back to Sam.
“There are a few witches who aren’t too keen on me teaching the likes of Sam
Winchester. I’m sure they’ll probably try to stop me again, but now we’ll
be prepared. I’ve got a protection spell that will work wonders when
he…”
“No, Rowena, don’t put him under a spell!” interrupted Dean, trying to grab
for his brother, but he was easily shoved aside with a wave of her hand. Rowena
rolled her eyes and sighed heavily. “Listen here, Dean-o, I’m not putting
him ‘under a spell’,” Rowena put her fingers up, making air quotes as she
spoke. Dean caught his balance and leaned against the nearby table. Rowena
clearly did not want to be messed with.
“I’m casting a protective spell around him so he can’t be harmed.” She
tried not to be annoyed with Dean as she explained what she needed to do. “I’m
also protecting him from what he might be capable of doing to others. This hex
bag has stirred up some deep, terrifying emotions.”
Reluctantly, Dean nodded and let Rowena cast the spell. She chanted a few
words Dean did not understand, and touched Sam’s forehead. Dean waited, not
realizing he was holding his breath until he felt his lungs burning.
Moments later, Sam groaned and stirred under Rowena’s touch.
“Samuel, dearie, you alright then?”
Rowena tucked his hair behind his ear as her turned to look at her. “Hey Ro –
what happened?” Sam’s voice was nearly a whisper.
“Hex bag, dearie. So sorry I didn’t get to you sooner. But you’re ok
now, aren’tcha?” Sam nodded and slowly sat up as Rowena released him from
her embrace.
“I think so. I mean, I feel fine, just a little sluggish, is all.”
“That’ll wear off once the protection spell takes hold.” Rowena patted
his cheek and Sam smiled back at her.
“A protection spell?” He asked, not looking away from her.
But Dean would not be denied attention any longer. He needed to look into
Sam’s eyes and speak to him directly. Sam almost didn’t even seem to know Dean
was in the room. He knelt down on the other side of Sam and nudged him with his
elbow.
“I’m really glad you’re ok, Sam…but…magic?”
Sam was immediately defensive and his smile darkened into a deep frown as he
turned to look at his brother for the first time.
“Magic makes me feel powerful, Dean.” said Sam, calmly.
“Demon blood made you feel powerful, too, Sammy.” Dean wasn’t sure if he was
supposed to be angry or worried.
“Oh my g– are you serious? This is different!” Sam started to raise his
voice. Rowena cautiously put a hand on Sam’s arm.
“How is this different?” Dean asked, incredulously, sitting back on his
heels.
“Well, I’m not drinking demon blood, for starters!” Sam’s voice was
now a yell. He scooted away from Dean, moving closer to Rowena.
“Yeah, well…but…Sam, Rowena?” He held his hand up, waving in her direction.
Sam shrugged his shoulders, lowering his voice at the sound of her name.
“I dunno Dean, I kinda like her.”
“You LIKE her?”
Sam snorted. “Yeah Dean, I do. She’s helped me embrace
and increase my dormant powers. And I don’t need demon blood to do it, either.”
“And you think this is a good idea?” Dean was finding
this entire conversation hard to believe.
“Yes Dean, I do.” Sam’s voice was now unrecognizable.
Dean could almost feel the anger radiating off of his brother’s skin. There was
an awkward silence for a few seconds, each brother staring the other one down.
Rowena suddenly leaned forward, interrupting the
silence, her hand still on Sam’s arm.
“Dean, must you rile him up now? You saw what he just
went through, let him be for now. Let me help him, you two can argue later.”
Dean clenched his teeth and growled, “Fine.”
But as Dean stood and turned his back to the two still
sitting on the floor, Sam suddenly raised his hand, his eyes glowing a
silvery-purple color. Rowena instantly saw what was about to happen and she
cried out, “Samuel, no!” She pulled back on his arm.
But it was too late. The wave of magic that flew from
Sam’s fingers hit his brother square in the back, and Dean dropped to the floor
instantly.
Sam smiled.
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“Crowley!” Dean called, his voice thick with panic…
In an instant, the demon appeared behind Dean.
“Crowley here,” He looked and Dean, smiling, but his face changed
quickly. He frowned when he saw Sam on the floor under the table, holding a
knife to his neck.
“What’s going on with Moose?” asked Crowley, his eyes never leaving Sam, his
voice showing sincere concern. Dean turned to face Crowley, his face red.
“Dammit Crowley, if I knew, I’d be helping him! Why the hell do you
think I called you! Maybe he’s under a spell, I mean, just look at him! Come on, you know that this is not how he is!
Even when he’s upset he’s not like this!”
Crowley nodded, looking from Sam to Dean, and back to Sam again. Then he lifted his hand, spreading his
fingers wide, waving it over Sam’s general direction.
“Right. Well, I can’t tell what it is Dean, but you’re right. It’s some sort
of a spell.”
Dean closed his eyes and lowered his head slightly. He couldn’t believe what
he was about to say. He sighed heavily and turned to face the demon.
“Can you please find Rowena?” Dean suddenly grabbed Crowley, shaking
him by the shoulders. Crowley pretended to be offended by the outburst, but of
course, he couldn’t resist Dean even if he wanted to. There was just something
about the Winchesters. He removed Dean’s hands from his jacket, holding on
a second longer than he probably should have.
“Happy to.”
Releasing Dean’s hands, he disappeared.
Dean didn’t have to wait long. Moments
later, he reappeared, Rowena clutching his arm. She clearly wasn’t too pleased
to be dragged here, but the moment she saw Sam, she gasped in concern and moved
to his side.
Chapters: 2/3 Fandom: Supernatural, Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Characters: John Winchester, Sam Winchester, Loki (Marvel), Tony Stark Additional Tags: Young Sam, John Winchester’s A+ Parenting, Loki is a caring parent, Paternal Loki, Loki has a heart, Tony Stark Has A Heart, Post Iron Man 1, Pre Iron Man 2, Mage Sam, Seidr, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Sad Sam, Families of Choice Series: Part 1 of Raise Him Right Summary:
Loki of Asgard had not felt a summoning in a very, very long time. He’d thought the spells lost – the people who once worshiped him, a minor trickster god, long gone. Yet time hadn’t dulled his senses. Loki knew what it was that called to him as he walked through the forests near his home.
It was the whim of a moment to decide to follow that summoning and see where it went. All a summoning could do was alert Loki that someone wanted him. It couldn’t force him there. That had always been up to the one being called. But Loki’s morning was slow, and the summoning was interesting. It held actual power to it. Not just the power given by a simple spell cast by a worshiper – this person was no worshiper. There was no faith behind the spell. There was, however, blood. Blood had been used in the spell, and it carried to it the kind of natural power that spoke of more than a simple Midgardian should possess.
Loki reached out to his seidr and let it guide him through the secret paths of Yggdrasil that took him down to Midgard.
When he arrives, what he finds isn’t at all what he’d expected.
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