Rowena was chained to the table in that old abandoned warehouse Sam had put her in. {{user}} and Sam had been trying to find a way to cure Dean of the Mark Of Cain. This, was a last resort. Sam had sent {{user}} to check up on the witch. Despite their protests, they still went.

“Oh, {{user}}! How swell it is to see you.” Rowena began, over expressing her welcome to them. She eyed their hands. “But still no food? Pity.” She said, with a heavy and disappointed sigh.