Author's Note: WARNING: There is graphic violence and language in this chapter. Reader discretion is advised.

For the time being, Crowley decided to ignore the after effects of the spell. Rowena had cast a second spell that made sure when the effects took place his body shrank accordingly so that it was easier for Mummy to care for him. He knew as long as he stuck by her, he'd be fine. And, as always, life went on.

A few days after his mother's confession, Crowley made a decision. He took Hell back under his control for the time being, and had his demons search out Angus McAdams. If there was one place he would be, it was Hell. After a bit of searching, he found him. A brown haired man in a suit with blue eyes and a crooked smile was dragged into the room, and chained to the wall.

"What are you doing to me?" He asked. Crowley smiled slickly, then stepped backward. From the shadows Rowena emerged, looking frightened but angry and determined.

A wicked grin lit his face. He struggled against the rusted chains that bound him to the wall, but his face was calm.

"Rowena. It's been too long."

"Not long enough in my opinion."

"Don't give me that. I know you missed me."

"I haven't missed you at all." She replied smoothly. His smile faded into a scowl.

"Watch your tone." He warned In a tone that sent a chill up her spine. He rattled against the chains, and for a moment she thought he might break loose, but when he didn't she gained confidence.

"No." she said as strongly as she could manage.

He looked at her, half surprised and half furious.

"What did you just say to me?!" If Angus hadn't been chained to The wall, Rowena would have been terrified. But now seeing his anger only served to strengthen her.

"I said no." She said, grinning just to elicit a response from him. He rattled his chains but could not break free. "I've waited three hundred years for this moment. You played with my mind, with my emotions, and my fears for long enough. You're done, and you're finally at my mercy. I dreamed of this a million times, and it's finally my turn to get my revenge. You see, Angus, after you left I didn't stay a lowly peasant girl. I became a beautiful and brilliant witch. And I've been just itching to cast a spell on you."

She glanced over to her son, who looked a bit pale. Deciding this would be a good time to check on Fergus and let Angus stew in her words, she led her son out into the hall.

"Fergus, are you alright?"

Crowley looked at her, seeing double and triple. He swayed on his feet, and his mother, anticipating what would happen, held him up, and waited for the inevitable to happen. His body shrank as she expected, and she picked up the tiny and fragile form of her infant son in her arms, kissing his forehead as she settled him on her hip. The only thing that worried her was not knowing when he would change back. But for now she decided to ignore it. She made sure he had a diaper and clothes on before returning to Angus. She knew how much her baby boy loved to see people being tormented by her. She figured this would make him giggle.

Angus eyed the baby on her hip suspiciously.

"Who's that?"

"My son."

"You had a son? Who's the father?"

"Some idiot I made the mistake of sleeping with a long time ago." She said, setting Fergus on the ground. He started to crawl around, while Rowena looked up at Angus.

"Now then, where were we?" She asked. "Ah," she said, tucking a finger under his chin. "Now I remember. What to do with you?" She said, circling him like a vulture. "You're cowardly like a mouse, and shifty like a snake. I could transform you into those but... hmmm... that seems too easy. Maybe I should change you into a bird and let you learn to fly... that way you'll have a chance of getting something up!"

Rowena burst into laughter, but her words infuriated Angus, who felt testosterone flowing through his entire being. He gave one hard yank at the chains, and they broke free from the wall. His hand flew to Rowena's neck and he slammed her against the wall with crazed eyes.

"Shut your mouth you bitch. You don't say a fucking word unless I say you can. Do you understand me?" Rowena nodded, choking as she tried to breathe. "And if you try any magic, I will kill that baby. And I'll make you watch. Do you understand?"

She nodded, and suddenly it was like the last three hundred years had never happened. She was back to the same old grind. He let go of her neck and didn't hesitate to slap her in the face, and then punch her in the same spot, knocking her to the floor. She began to try and crawl away when he kicked her in her side. She curled up into a ball, making herself as small as possible and covering her head with her arms. Somewhere in her mind she heard a baby start to cry, but it sounded so far away and distant from her. Before she realized what was happening, she was crying too.

"You look like a slut!" He thundered, grabbing her dress and tearing it with his hands. "Who are you dressing up for, huh? Another guy?"

"No." She squeaked, putting her hands in front of her to block a possible hit.

He let out a low growl and grabbed her by the hair, forcing her head up. His hand gripped her throat in an iron grasp, then he threw her aside like a rag doll. He skulked over to her, looming over her like a monster.

Helpless, terrified, she did the only thing she could think to do and screamed.