I shake my head, getting my bearings. I've never been summoned before.

"Becca, or should I say, Shahaerisaad." I pause at the voice and turn in the old dilapidated basement. I know the voice, and I certainly know the red hair that seems brilliantly and beautifully out of place in the dusty room filled with desks. I look at her in the flickering light of an old dying bulb and smile.

"Rowena."

We stare at each other from across the room, not really knowing what to do. I didn't really want to fight her, I think I'd miss her when I turned human again, if I even had a chance at beating her.

"Wait, you're thinking that far ahead? And who is that?"

"I turned into a demon, that doesn't mean my anxiety went away. I'm always thinking three steps ahead, and then another twenty minus the 17 between them. It's fun. Still, there are pros and cons to killing her, or fighting her."

"Like?"

"Like there's a 90% chance I'd fucking lose. She's Crowley's Mom and a powerful witch to boot. I have to outthink her, and that will be hard on it's own. But first. More important things." Rowena tenses as I bring up my arm and hold out my thumb in front of my face.

"Hold very still please." I say as I close one eye. Rowena looks incredulous then angry that I'd think she'd be stupid enough to listen.

"And why in the nine Hells would I even consider that?" I bring up my other hand with a pencil, which I waggle.

"Because when have I ever had the chance to draw you before?" My words echo as I kneel down and grab my sketchbook from the bag I had pulled toward me when I felt that first tingle.

"Really, at a time like this? When I could have Fergus here in a second?"

"Yeah, but where's the fun in that?"

"This is nae fun! Yer intent on killin my son!" I laugh out loud and lean on the old metal table I've dropped my supplies on.

"Rowena, you know me better than that! I have no intention of killing him!"

"Then messin op his plans!"

"I have no intention of doing that either! Well, not anything to do with his contract with me."

"And why not?!"

"Because all that would do is give more people access to the ability! Too many unkillable demons wandering about to challenge his authority. Enough of them would be unpleasant for the world, and more importantly, me. Besides, it's too late. I'm not sure he even needs the contracts anymore. His bones are gone, he has millions of souls under the belt, do I really need to do a recap here Rowena? I'm just here to play a game and annoy him for a bit." Rowena stares and I sigh.

"Look, can I at least just draw you for a bit? Is that really gonna harm you?" Rowena pauses and nods and I sit down, postulating on escape plans. I couldn't just leave, she has my name and symbol, which she could give to Crowley. I can't beat her in a fight…

"She really that powerful?"

"Yes."

"Well, now that I've confirmed my suspicion that ye aren't really out to 'arm im, just cause trouble-" I roll my eyes at her claim.

"Really, that was some good acting back there then."

"I'm an amazing actress."

"Depends on what yer.. you're trying to hide I suppose. Now what do you want Rowena?" I say as I start sketching the basic outline of a ¾ angle face. Bitch keeps pacing and moving. "Stop. Moving. I can't draw you if you Keep Moving." Rowena huffs but stands still. Giving me a target, if that did any good. She'd just go back to hell, to Crowley.

"Ye have my son all het up lass."

"What?"

"Agitated! How do ye not know this word?"

"Ah'm, I'm American! And yeah he's agitated. I've been pretty damn annoying. So, you're gonna kill me to curry favor?"

"Good lord no! I know better than ta get in tha middle of a lover's spat." My pencil freezes and I look up.

"A what?"

"A lovers quarrel darling." The nub of my pencil snaps as I try to process this.

"Lovers? You have to be joking. He's been torturing me for hundreds of years."

""E likes you, why else would "e have kept ya round so long?"

"Because I amuse him and apparently come in handy to bounce ideas off of?"

"Tsk. 'E has advisors for that."

"Yeah. That could betray him… although I suppose that's less likely now." I sigh and start sketching again. "So why are you here then?" Rowena sighs and sits down, eliciting a growl as her movement once again changes the angle I was drawing. I sigh and get my sharpener out from the bag, my xacto knife. I start whittling away while she talks, smiling briefly at some ideas racing through my head as the small blade carves through the wood.

"You're a strong independent woman… now that yer a demon. Remind me of me self at your age, you know how to gain a lads interest. A mother worries about her children, I won't be around forever. And my boy needs someone to keep him from excess."

"Excess? Keep him? You act like he actually listens to me. Or anyone." I set down the blade in my lap beside the bag and get the sandpaper out to smooth one side of the pencil flat for shading hair.

"Yer sarcasm doesn't become ya. Anyway, a mother worries for 'er son. A king, without a queen. I won't be 'ere forever ye know."

"What? No! And yes, you literally will! You're dead!"

"Minor details. Fergus Needs a queen lass. And Ah Need grandchildren!"

"Can demons even have children?"

"Good point. Can demons even have children?"

"I don know! But that shouldn't stop ye from tryin!" Rowena pauses. "Do ye have company?"

"...Yes."

"Oh goody. And what's their name?"

"I… can't say it. I'm calling him Chris."

"Wait, that's why you're calling me Chris? Cause you can't say Christo?"

"Yes. It's the true name of God, although that might be Chuck depending on who you ask."

"Really? You possessed someone named Christo?!" I flinch. Ugh, I hate that.

"Yessss. He was available."

"Wait, so If I think my name, will it hurt you? Cuz I'm in your head? Christo. Christo."

"No. But it makes me uncomfortable and sometimes nauseous! Same with me speak-thinking it or whatever. Now Do shut up." I swallow and gain my bearings as I look at Rowena, who is waiting patiently.

"Done with yer mental conversation dear? Good. Now. Ye and my son."

"No! Gods no. Rowena, there are so many reasons this won't work!"

"Well, better you than that Dragoness."

"She's like his mother too! And before you ask, Hell no I ain't tellin you. Ask yer son." Rowena sighs, hands on hip eyes looking falsely sad as she trains her gaze on the ground forlornly.

"Fine, I suppose I'll jest 'ave tah call Fergus up now and-"

"Fine. Fine! I'll consider it." Rowena smiles widley and claps her hands together.

"Oh good! Now we can talking courting techniques."

"I… what?"

"Jest keep doin what yer doin. But nothin too harmful to his plans and no more eaten his allies!"

"But I'm hungry, and they're tasty. Jest, just one more?"

"Nay. ...Who."

"...Sara?"

"NAY! Not a 'air on any of the bunker dweller's 'eads. 'E's worked too 'ard on that place. Besides, that's where Sammy and Dean are hunkerin down till they 'ave word of ye." I pause and look up from the sketch.

"Reaally. And how are they?"

"Very angry about Bobby."

"Duh. It's weird tho, I can' find him."

"What?"

"Well, he should be with the souls I've taken… theoretically. I doubt I completely destroyed him in 12 seconds on my first attempt. Not even Crowley could do that. But he's not here. So. I mean… Maybe the souls, even their memories, just vanish when Crowley finally destroys them… maybe just vanish. No. They can't. He knows too much stuff." I shake my head and go back to the sketch. I hate drawing hair. So hard to draw. Rowena's is actually a bit easier, with all the volume and curls it's easier to find shapes to sketch. "Whatever. I-"

"Well, back to courtin plans."

"What? Ugh, Rowena."

"Darlin. You're the only other demon like him who can destroy souls. Ye have tha curse too! You understand each other."

"Like a prisoner understands warden that's just as addicted to crack as he is, sure." Rowena rolls her eyes and huffs.

"Either listen to my suggestions or I get my son right now."

"Fine. What was 'court in' like back when you were young."

"Don't matter. It's what my son is interested in. Now. What's your next plan?" I blink.

"I…you. But. Rowena, I'm really fucking insulted you think I'd tell you my plans. You may not be hurting me but I definitely don't think you're my ally." Rowena huffs.

"I just want my son to have a family!"

"He's had two!"

"One that I can interact with! Now. Plan?" I sigh.

"I'm planning to draw a few portraits of him. Fergus. Demon. His meat suit. All on the same canvas. I'm not telling you more than that." Rowena raises a brow.

"Are ye sure that's wise dearie?"

"Nobody fucking cares. Although people might start to put things together if they see the demon face twice…" I shrug and go back to sketching. "He should switch bodies soon. The demons who serve him have seen him enough in demon form to relate that with him no matter what or who he wears now. A few are downright terrified. It's pretty funny."

"Funny?"

"Well, when you know how big of a 180 he's pulled it's impressive but the dichotomy of it just makes you laugh." Rowena huffs and ignores me.

"Darlin. Look. You need to pull off something he'll be impressed by but will nay hurt him. This art is just annoying him."

"Me staying one step ahead of him is driving him mad."

"Yes. But it's not very impressive." I blink. She's not wrong. I mean, yeah, it's impressive I'm doing it, but to him… ehhh.

"Was taking out two of his friends under his nose impressive?"

"What? Ye mean his tailor and that old vampire? I could have done that."

"Rowena. That is. Not helpful. You're extraordinarily powerful. Saying you could have done it could mean what I did was impressive." Rowena smiles and primps her hair a bit, changing the shadows in it much to my chagrin.

"True. Any hired mook with the right intel could have done it."

"There we go. Alright. I have a few ideas. But I need info. And for you to stand goddamn still so I can finish this!"

"Hmph. How do the models stay still this long?"

"Practice and money. Now. I just need to know one thing to start. Has Crowley changed his schedule much since this all started? I mean, any appointments he made before hand, did he cancel?"

"I dinnae think so. With your behavior and pull towards art, he saw no need to, also could be baitin a trap."

"Even after I killed his tailor?" She pauses in thought a moment, but with a sideways glance at my moving pencil decides against shaking her head.

"Nay, not that I know aboot. After all, it was a tailor, not him or any big scheme."

"Great. Then I have a very sexy sensual prank I can pull on him." Rowena's eyes glint.

"Oh? Do tell."

"And risk him finding out from you? No thank you. Look, you trust me not to kill him? Because like I fucking could anyway? He's been stabbed with angel blades till he looked like a porcupine and been fine, and I certainly don't have one so..."

"Yes, but his plans-"

"Are too far along. The hardy boys and angels want me dead or to spill info which won't help because they can't stop him from making deals. ...Maybe I could go to them and let them capture me, but I don't know half of Crowley's schemes, and the halfblood angel is going to go through with it anyway. Crowley will literally eat them alive. Fuck it, he has."

"Yes. That was a bit cruel to do to Robert…"

"Rowena. It was fucking hilarious. But, do I sense a bit of sadness there? Did you want him for yourself?" I wag my pencil as I tease.

"Not my type darlin."

"Poor?"

"Uninterested. He's loved twice and it hurt him twice. He's done with love."

"Oh yeah. Because it's always been about love with you. Now. Would you kindly let me go? I'm hungry and I happen to like my passenger. He knows when to shut up, so I'd rather not devour him accidentally."

"Wait what?"

I ignore Christo and set the drawing pad down, dusting pencil shavings and graphite dust off from my sharpener.

"Unless you'd care to volunteer to help Rowena."

"What? Let ya eat me?"

"I meant lure someone here, but sure why not." Rowena scoffs.

"I dinnae think so lass. And I'm a bit hurt ye'd consider it. Eatin your future mother in law."

"First off. Demon. Second, oh it would piss Crowley off so much that he wasn't the one to do it. Third, it may not have been much of a power boost for him, but a witch's soul has to have a bit of a kick."

"True. I'd be surprised if Ah didn'. So ye'll pardon me if I don let ye out quite yet."

"Well, before ye, you go what can you do to prevent Crowley from finding my name in the book? Tear the page out?"

"Not possible dearie. All I can do is say I'm still lookin." I sigh and set my pencil case to the side and stand, holding out the finished drawing with one hand.

"Fine. I'll get out after you leave. But first, care to take a look?" Rowena shrugs and begins to walk over.

"I doubt ye can get out with out my help, but we'll figure out something darling." She stops, squints at the drawing, then takes a few steps forward. She stares at the shading and shapes, annoyed and confused. "What's this rubbish? It barely looks like me at all!"

"It's a preliminary. Shows where shading is, where the basic lines go and what direction the light is coming from. I need a lot more time and someone that doesn't move to get the level of detail I want. And, I can get out fine." With a smile I throw the xacto knife as hard as I can at the line on the floor. The crumbling concrete shouldn't yield to such a flimsy thing, but with a bit of demon strength, perhaps I'll be in luck that I remember this scene from the show.

The xacto slides into the concrete and sigil crackles red. I jump and do the most startling thing I can think of. My lips cover hers and the spell dies on them as she gasps wide in surprise and disgust. Exactly what I'd hoped, and red smoke pours out and rushes toward her mouth.

And hits a wall that isn't there. I bounce back home and squeeze as hard as I can. I doubt my psychic or telekinetic prowess was anywhere near enough to do anything to this woman. But I could prevent her from reaching any ingredients.

"Really dear, that's all ye've got? Did ye really think Fergus would let me out in a vessel that could be possessed?" I wink at her with a grin on my lips.

"Can't blame me for tryin. Keep the sketch." I snap my fingers as quickly as she reaches for her pocket, but I'm gone before the spell leaves her lips.

(Guys. I have been so busy. This story is not dead. I swear. It will be finished someday. I know where I want it to go, I've had the final chapter written for 2+ years. I just gotta get there.)