【Ａｓｈｅｓ Ｔｏ Ａｓｈｅｓ】

-𝕋𝕠 𝕄𝕖𝕖𝕥 𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕙-

Kneeling onto one knee, knuckles wrapped in rope as she pulls, (y/n) tightens the bindings until the coarse material digs into the wrists of the couple seated in chairs in front of her. The woman, dressed in silk robes and wearing her sleeping mask as a necklace, lets out a muffled cry against the duct tape pressed against her lips, glistening eyes frantic as they search the room in a panic. The phoenix sighed softly to herself, steeling her resolve before mumbling out a few apologies toward the frightened couple and leaving to join the others who were rearranging the living room.

"They taken care of?" (y/n) hears Dean ask as he passes her, body leaned against the back frame of a velvet couch to slide it against the farthest wall. Joining his side, she nods in response before helping him push the furniture the rest of the way. It hits the periwinkle paneling with a thud, ornamental cushions barely softening the blow. Just as she is finished helping Dean, Bobby rushes past the pair with a navy green duffel bag hanging over his shoulder.

"(y/n)-" he calls out to her, a sense of urgency in his voice as he motions through the wave of his hand to follow after him, "-come help me with the spell."

As obedient as a hound being called to its owner, the phoenix strides across the now empty living room and joins him at the wooden table he yanks forward. Fingernails mindlessly tracing the complicated designs carved into the furniture edge, she waits patiently at his side until he hands her a piece of chalk and instructs her to draw a symbol he describes from memory whilst he begins to busy himself by lighting an almost dangerous amount of candles. Thankfully, (y/n) seems to get the design right based on the hum of approval the older hunter lets out upon seeing her work.

"Bobby-" Sam, hunched over to avoid hitting his head on a low archway, enters the room with the star of the show held tightly within his hands, "-do we need the whole thing?"

"It'd be better to be safe than sorry" Bobby sighs, holding out a metal bowl in the hunters' direction, "Bring it over."

Complying, Sam joins the pair at their table and carelessly throws the chunk of crystallized sand into the vessel Bobby motioned to. It breaks in half from the impact, shards of clear glass scrapping the metal sides of its container with a shrill squeak. When Bobby mumbles something about the pieces not being small enough, (y/n) is quick to thrust her hands forward to crush the two halves against her palms. The crystal shatters between her fingers, her ears picking up the pitiful whimper of the man she had tied up from across the room. Electing to ignore the sound, convincing herself that this was for the greater good, (y/n) dusts off the clear splinters stuck in her skin and watches as Dean finally joins their group again.

"Is that it?" Dean asks impatiently, coming up from behind Bobby to watch as the older hunter throws a few more items into the bowl. When Bobby doesn't respond, he lets out an annoyed sigh before racing off to carefully place a bag of pickle chips he had insisted on using as a peace offering to Death. Nobody really believed him when he had mentioned it, the insistent hunter forcing the group to stop at a dingy little restaurant in town despite Bobby's protests, but they kept their suspicions to themselves.

"Dean-" Bobby calls out to the younger Winchester once he's finished, waiting patiently for him to make his way back over, "-give me your arm"

"What?" he reaches out a cautious arm despite his questioning, palm facing the ceiling before adding, "Why?"

Not bothering to respond, Bobby grabs hold of the knife tucked away in his coat pocket and drags the silver blade across the exposed skin of Dean's arm. Hissing out in pain, Sam and (y/n) watch in amusement as he begins to let out a colorful string of curses.

"Could have warned me next time!" Dean hisses out, watching with clenched fists as Bobby messily collects the heavy stream of blood running down the length of his arm until the bowl of items he held in his hands is swimming in a pool of scarlet. Pushing him away once he's finished, Dean looking like a dog that had just been beaten, Bobby carefully places the golden vessel onto the middle point of the chalk design the phoenix had made.