Crowley stares, his jaw slack. "No. No, you didn't. MOTHER!" Rowena smiles calmly. "Ack, hush now, Fergus. 'Tis simply a Spring Equinox ritual. 'Tis not like I'll be takin' their manhood." "MOTHER!" Crowley's cheeks burn. He refuses to look at Dean, glowers at his mother instead. "Ye're right. P'rhaps 'tis not quite fair. We'll even th' playin' field fer 'em a bit." "MOTHERRRR!" Crowley wails the second his own clothes have vanished.
The King of Hell blinks upon his throne as his imagination is interrupted. "No."
Rowena pouts. "'Tis merely a common ritual - "
"No. Absolutely not, Mother!" Crowley stalks pass her, missing her wink.
The End