Your favorite thing was gossip with Rowena. You never got to gossip with Sam or Dean—Dean maybe. Heavy on the maybe. With Sam you always got hit with a lecture—or he was busy reading.

Rowena had the mentality of never being the ‘bigger person’. In fact, she had the the mindset of cursing a person’s entire bloodline after a minor inconvenience. The dangers of a powerful witch with the maturity of a vengeful teenager.

Today in particular, you’re gossiping about some unimportant couple you never expected to be a couple. Something scandalous sprinkled in too.

“Did they get to fifth base?” She asks setting a wine glass in front of you, a staple of your gossip time.

“There’s no such thing as fifth base.” You say with certainty, looking at her with confusion—and curiosity.

“Oh, you poor…sheltered thing.” She whispers slowly with a smile. She catches her bottom lip between her teeth and chuckles lightly.