( sam and dean are both used to rowena living her own life. even before going to hell, their paths crossed in and out of cases, as friends, as help, and before that, frenemies. (at one time, enemies) so he doesn't worry about her.
it's actual magic as rowena's words burn into the parchment in his eyeline.
he doesn't know how to magic it back, but he doesn't have to, so he follows her crude, burned-in directions.
making sure he wasn't followed, jesus it's not that serious, but hey, no lucifer around.
( when he enters the room he'll find her stretched out across the couch in the room, a book open across her lap and a couple of others piled nearby in reach. and she looks settled, comfortable in a way that siggeststhat she's spent a reasonable amount of time here.
a fond smile sits on her as she looks up at him, resting a hand over the page that she'd been reading )
You got my message then.
( as if she didn't already know that from how the paper had changed what information had been burned into it. as if by magic )
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it's actual magic as rowena's words burn into the parchment in his eyeline.
he doesn't know how to magic it back, but he doesn't have to, so he follows her crude, burned-in directions.
making sure he wasn't followed, jesus it's not that serious, but hey, no lucifer around.
he lets himself in. )
Rowena?
no subject
a fond smile sits on her as she looks up at him, resting a hand over the page that she'd been reading )
You got my message then.
( as if she didn't already know that from how the paper had changed what information had been burned into it. as if by magic )
I'm glad that you had nothing pressing to do.