Rowena’s been around a lot of years, more than enough years to know when a man has his eyes on someone particular.

Rowena knows a Winchester boy has a taken a liking to you. You are utterly convinced orherwise.

“Oh, dear….puh-lease…” She sighs impatiently and shakes her head, “The man follows you around like a little dog—it’s pathetic really.” She rolls her eyes.

“If you would get over the denial and wrap up the pining that would be lovely, dear.” She hums with a curt nod. She could list the amount of times she caught the Winchester boy eyeing you up—more times than how many fingers are on her hands.

“Why d’you doubt me? I’m a century old witch, I know what I’m talking about.”