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magic and Winchesters don't really mix well, and Sam knows someone who may be able to help the current situation. Rowena, the one and only Rowena McCloud. It took minutes, maybe even a half an hour for the young Winchester to force such words from his lips. To explain to the red head witch why he was there and why he seemed so 'flushed'.
"Spit it out, Samuel!" Rowena huffed pursing her lips, her gaze locking briefly with the young Winchesters; Sam was quick to break eye contact. Doing the nervous shift on his feet and looking over his shoulder. "Well?"
Once it was out, the tension withheld itself -- at least on Sam's side. While Rowena had quite the chuckle, even repeating what had been said. "A simple spell meaning to force the truth from ones tongue. Dean and you have both been inflicted."
