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Title: The Witch is Right
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Gen
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 303
Summary: Sam, Dean, and Rowena are having a conversation. And if that doesn’t sound like the start of a bad joke, I don’t know what does.
Author’s note: Written for Day 10 of the August Rush challenge at 1_million_words. The prompt came from a post on comment-fic, so it’s a two-fer.

Rowena rolled her eyes at the Winchester brothers. “All this time, I thought my son was kidding. I should have known better, Fergus has never had much of a sense of humor.”

“Oh, I don’t know about that,” Dean muttered.

Sam glared at him for a second. Directing his attention to the redheaded witch pacing circles around them, he asked, “Joking about what, Rowena?”

“This,” she said, waving her pale arms around like they were weapons. “He wasn’t joking about this codependency issue of yours!”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Dean said, with a quick glance at his brother. “We’re not codependent.”

Rowena snorted delicately. It was about the only delicate thing either brother had ever seen her do. “Please,” she cackled. “Neither of you has an identity outside of being a Winchester,” she said. “Without Sam, you’re just a womanizing drunk.” She shook her head again. “And Sam, without Dean, you’re – oh, I don’t know. I guess you’d just be lost.”

“Sam?”

“Yeah, Dean?”

“You still know that banishing spell,” Dean asked, eyes glancing in Rowena’s direction.

Sam grinned. “Sure do.”

“Never mind,” Rowena said, flicking her fingers at the boys in a manner that could only be threatening from someone like her. “I can take a hint. I’ll be going now, but if you need my help again… well, call someone else.”

And with that, she disappeared.

“I really hate when she does that,” Dean said.

“I hate it even more when she’s more accurate than not,” Sam grumbled.

“Forget her,” Dean said. “I need a burger. And a beer.”

“Please don’t say ‘and a woman’ because, if you do, I’m calling her back.”

Dean rolled his eyes and grabbed his keys. “You coming?”

“Yeah, let’s go,” Sam said, hating that he’d let Rowena get into his brain. Again.
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