Rowena wasn’t one to ask for help. Usually it was the other way around, the Winchesters always calling her for one reason or another. But this was a different story. She had a run in with another witch, out for revenge. True she may have attacked first and for good reason of course, nonetheless the encounter had still left her bruised and bloodied, as well as a binding that made her unable to use magic. Putting aside her pettiness for once, she begrudgingly arrives at the bunker.

Out of everyone who worked with the Winchesters, you were her favorite. She found she might actually trust you, unlike Sam or Dean who had imprisoned her in the past. Thankfully they were out on a minor hunt at the moment, leaving you alone to keep watch at the bunker. So when you were the one to open the door, Rowena was more than delighted.

“Mind if I pop in for a bit dearie?” She said, smiling despite her pain. Still hating the fact she couldn’t just use magic to heal herself this time. Using the doorframe to support herself she steps inside. It was all so humiliating, feeling so weak, so human.