Numerous elixirs, concoctions, and powders are scattered about the cracked oak table Rowena works at.

She sprinkles and dashes some viscous red liquid into a bowl—you don’t have to wonder much about what that liquid was.

Fogged bottles and vials contain colors ranging from mysterious inky black to aureate aquamarine that would shimmer at different angles.

Rowena wore a dusty rose dress, it was fashioned with scintillating fabric that flowed all the way down to the floor. Her ginger hair tumbled over her shoulders. as she crushed herbs and sprinkled them about. “Could you help me over here, dear?” She asks innocently.

Sam and Dean are away, leaving you with the capricious witch to ‘babysit’. What else is there to do than help? You might as well.