Cas and Meg’s mansion.
It was ten o’clock in the evening and Maryana, the witch was back. Anna had informed her that the coast was clear. Sam, Meg and Dean were not going home just yet.
She conjured a white chalk and marked a circle of average size. Then she put candles inside the circle, surrounding it completely. She lit the candles with her mind and then took a bowl and a bag with herbs. She pulled out the herbs one by one and crushed them on the bottom of the bowl, while chanting a Latin incantation.
She put the bowl down and conjured a picture. Cas and Dean were both on it, but there was also a young blonde girl and a woman, possibly her mother, and Sam. Maryana tore the picture apart and blend the particles with the crushed herbs.
She pulled the picture out of the powder. It was complete again, only now Dean was standing where Cas stood and vice versa.
Maryana took the knife she had placed next to the bag of herbs and while she rolled up her sleeve she mumbled: “There’s no fun, if there’s no blood” And so she cut her arm and blood dripped on the picture. She picked up the picture and held one of its corners against the flame of the closest candle, before she lay the picture down in the middle of the circle.