As it turns out, they really do find and finally capture Samantha. To get Dean out of the way, Sam distracts him, saying he needs him to start planning the wedding with him. So when Cass is alone with her, he makes sure she understands that her life is only worth as much as the answers to his questions. But as soon as he starts to ask about the spell, the witch laughs: “Hahahahaha! You're cute toyboy should be dead by now! If not from the agony of rejection, servicing you should have drained his strength already. It's a miracle he is holding up so long.” “I don't care about that!”, the angel hisses, “I want you to take the spell back! He is supposed to get back to normal!” “Oh, but why would you want that?”, the witch asks sly, “Isn't he the perfect lover to you now? Doesn't he wait on your hand and foot, trying to please your every desire?”, she lowers her voice, “Even the really juicy, messy, perverted stuff you only dare dream about, when you are standing in a dark corner, all by yourself? Come on angel, be honest: How often did you use his all too willing body for your pleasure?”
“I'm not like you!”, Cass rages, but Samantha shoots back: “Oh, but you want to be! I can see it! Every inch of you is screaming, begging to be touched by that precious hunter of yours. So, what do you really want from me?” Cass has to work hard to contain himself not to end the witches life with one enraged blow, so he quietly hisses: “I want Dean to be normal again! If you can't do that, then you are of no use to us!” Samantha's smile drops and she sighs: “Alright... It's not really a spell that can be taken back, but... perhaps I can neutralize it!” “How?”, the angel asks. She stares at him maliciously and says: “I'll just whip up another potion and let him drink it while he is looking at ME! That way, he won't bother you anymore. Feeling such strong love for two people at once will confuse him, and eventually he should realize that neither is real. Until then, I can cure any fevers his body suffers from while adjusting.”
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Cass' jaw is clenching, his fists tight and ready to strike. The air starts humming as energy flows through his body, showing the witch the outline of his wings. With an angry growl he states: “And you really think, I would be stupid enough to let you use him for your pleasure, after all he had to go through? Is that your answer? Well in that case, your usefulness has ended!” Samantha shrieks in terror as Castiel collects his powers to smite her, sending her straight to hell. There is an enormous bang and smoke fills the room, ashes falling down where the witch had been sitting.
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Dean and Sam come running into the room, Dean's attention immediately on Cass, Sam's on the empty seat. “Damn it Cass, why did you do that? What did she tell you?”, he tries, but his brother is demanding all of the seraphs attention: “Cass, baby, what happened? Are you alright? Did that woman hurt you?” “I'm fine Dean, I just had to send her away, that's all. She won't bother us anymore!”, he answers and his friend relaxes: “Oh, good. I didn't like her! She kept staring at me, as if she wanted something from me. Can you imagine that?” Sam snorts, but keeps to himself, eager to get rid of Dean. Cass then inquires: “Did you get on with planning?” Dean's eyes light up: “Yes, I showed Sam everything I'm organizing and wrote down the ideas we had. Do you wanna see?” “How about after dinner?”, Cass prompts. “Oh, right, I better get to it!”, Dean replies, making a dash for the kitchen.
Once he's gone Sam remarks: “You know, he's become quite the homely type since you two became a couple!” Cass looks at him angrily and already turns to follow his fiancé, but Sam stops him, demanding: “Hey, what can we do to break the spell? What did Samantha tell you?” Castiel's face hardens as he snubs: “That he should be dead by now! Either from rejection or from... exhaustion. She offered to 'help' him by making the same potion again, so that he'd pine for her instead! And that she'd selflessly 'cure' his fevers efficiently, while he hopefully regains his senses!” The young Winchester's aspiration sinks as he poses a last rhetorical question: “So, there is no hope?” But the fuming angel just turns and exits the room.
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