Rowena stood as still as Dean and Sam searched the nursery, but she doubted that the two of them would find anything if she hadn't. Her eyes were sharp as could be. Seeing the Winchester brothers tear apart the nursery that she had created specifically for her son was a punch to the gut for her, despite it being for a good cause. Seeing them throw the blanket on the floor was the straw that broke the camel's back, and tears came flooding from her eyes as she pulled the last thing he had touched into her arms, sobbing quietly. Sam and Dean heard the cry and gave one another a look before continuing on their raid.

Then, in the midst of the chaos, Rowena's cell phone began to ring.

Wiping her eyes, Rowena stared at the unknown number before answering.

"Hello?"

"Mummy?"

She drew in a sharp breath. Suddenly her every instinct was in high alert. She pushed the button and put her phone on speaker.

"Fergus? Sweetheart? Are you okay? Where are you?"

"I don't know..." His voice was small and still sleepy. Clearly this had been a rude awakening for him too. The words were a frightened squeak, a far cry from the happy child she had put down for a nap just a few short hours ago. "I'm scared…"

The words broke her heart, and she tried to swallow the lump in her throat.

"Don't you worry, baby. Mummy's coming. I'll be there as soon as I can."

All of a sudden she heard the sound of skin hitting skin and heard her baby start to wail. Her stomach roiled in open revolt. Who the hell would slap an innocent little boy like her baby? The question was answered by a throaty chuckle that was burned in her memory from three hundred years before. She felt fear ice her blood.

"Angus." The word slipped through her lips, a gentle whisper covered in terror.

"Hello, Rowena." He greeted. She felt anger sweep through her in a rush.

"You give me back my baby you son of a-"

"Ah, ah, ah, language." He chided. "There are children present."

"Where. Is. My. Son?" She demanded.

"That's not important." He said.

"It's important to me." She replied.

"I'm very aware of that." He said. "Which is why I'm not telling you where he is. If you want to try and figure out where he is, be my guest. But I've set up markers all along the city. I will see every move you make. And the closer you get to him, the more I will hurt him, and I will make sure that it seems like it was your fault, so that by the time you do find him, he won't have anything to do with you."

"You wouldn't dare." She hissed.

"Try me." He challenged.

For a moment, her bravery faltered and she could only let a whisper out. "What do you want from me? Why do you want my son? Tell me what you want Angus, and I'll find some way to get it to you. But please, leave him alone. Please." Her voice was raw with emotion.

"I want what I've always wanted Rowena: You. It's been three hundred years, but I still want you. You should be flattered."

But she wasn't flattered. She was sickened to her core. She was a pawn in a psychopath's game, and her son was now one too. She had put him in danger, and even worse she had led him in the fray by keeping them in both in the same place. She dug her nails into her palm with such ferocity that she was almost sure she was going to draw blood.

"So if you get me, my son goes free. Is that right?"

"Yes."

"Why the hell should I believe anything you say? You lied to me for our entire relationship. Why should I think you've changed?"

"Because I have no use for your brat. Only you."

"And what will happen after you have me?" She asked.

"I'll leave that to your imagination." He said. A dozen images filled her mind. Rape. Torture. Violence. Servitude. Death. Nothing nearly as painful as losing her child.

"Fine. I'll come." She said, breathing in and out.

Sam and Dean stared at her a long moment, mouths agape. She could hear his smile over the phone and it gave her goosebumps.

"Excellent. I'll see you when you get here."

"Wait!" She shouted before he could hang up. He put the phone to his ear.

"Yes?"

"Let me talk to my baby. Just for a minute."

"Very well." He grumped, and held the phone to Crowley's ear, while he cried.

"Momma! Momma! Momma!" The word was wailed over and over. Each time he said it was a knife to her chest.

"Mummy's coming Fergus. Don't you worry, sweetheart. Mummy's coming. And then you'll be home with your bear and you're blanket before you know it. Be strong for me, baby boy. I love you." She said.

The line went dead.

"You're fucking nuts to go near that wackjob." Said Dean. Sam elbowed his brother in the ribs, even though he was silently thinking the same thing.

Rowena's eyes cut into his soul, and stopped his words. "I have to save my son. No matter what it takes."

With that, she exited the nursery and went to begin the process of tracking her baby down and finding Angus so she could give him a piece of her mind. Angus' words flashed in her mind, points of light in the darkness that was slowly consuming her as she tried to find reasons not to go back to her old habits. She tasted copper pennies in her mouth as she rushed to get to her computer and start getting a location on Fergus. Through it all, one lone phrase kept echoing through her head, glowing there like neon:

She wasn't letting her baby go without a fight.