It took Rowena a minute or two to calm down and compose herself. She couldn't believe what she had just done, but at the same time she wondered why she hadn't done it sooner. She felt her fear abating more and more as she looked at the bleeding form of her abuser and felt her natural confidence wash over her like a tidal wave of pure power. She turned to her son, who was still eyeing her proudly, and smiled at him. He returned the smile and nodded, silently encouraging her to keep going. She turned back to Angus with a flourish. She didn't miss the oh-so-subtle flinch that went through his body as she did so. She laughed at the sight, her voice tinkling like a bell.

"Who's afraid now?" She teased, getting up in his face. He tried to bite her, but she backed away easily. "I wouldn't do that if I were you."

"Or what?" He asked, Angered.

"Or you'll be dealing with me." Said a new voice. Angus turned to see Crowley stepping beside Rowena. Angus took a moment to assess the new threat in the room. He didn't look strong or intimidating. But then again, neither did the Winchesters. Still, he was but one man, and Angus felt he had the advantage. So he spoke up:

"And who exactly are you?"

The smile that crossed his face told Angus that he had something to dread. Crowley stepped forward.

"I'm the king of hell. And your son."

Crowley looped his arm around his mother and felt pleasure ripple through him as he watched Angus' eyes bug out of his skull. He looked like he was trying to speak but nothing was coming out. It made him want to giggle.

"Was he always this quiet, Mummy?" He asked, enjoying the shade of red his father's face was turning.

"Oh no, Fergus. He usually can't shut up to save his life. I expect he's only quiet now because of the shock." She said mockingly.

"Really?" Crowley asked, feigning surprise,

"Unfortunately yes. So don't take it too personally, dearie." She said, patting his arm in a comforting way. The two of them shared a smile before Crowley continued.

"So what shall we do with him, Mummy?"

"What a good question, Fergus." She praised. She went in closer to him, circling him like a hawk. "What shall I do with you, Angus?" Her voice was sweet. Sickly sweet, like she was talking to a baby and not a grown man. Hearing the tone of voice triggered something inside of Fergus, and he had to fight off the urge to suck his thumb. Rowena didn't notice. "I could let you die a spectacular death…" she began. She paused before continuing. "But that would be too easy." She hummed to herself as she tried to think of a fitting punishment. After a long moment, she looked over at her son, who looked distracted.

"Fergus?" She asked. That jolted him back to reality.

"Yes, mummy?"

"What do you think I should do with him?"

Crowley grinned as a dozen possible methods of torture flashed through his head. When he had an idea, he spoke up.

"What if we took turns? That way we could try a little bit of everything to see what works."

Rowena smiled proudly at her boy. "I think that's a great idea."

He stepped back in a welcoming gesture. "Ladies first."

Rowena grinned and kissed her son on the cheek. "That's my boy."

She turned to Angus, grinning. He'd never seen such a grin. It was like death's hand.

"Let's begin."

She rolled up her sleeves and began the torment.

She gathered bones of chickens that she had dried in the sun for a few days. Then when she was ready to do the hex she made sure she was worked up into a frenzy of anger and hatred. This helped to add to the potency of the hex. She was thinking of all this while doing this hex and when it said With these bones I now do crush, take a hammer or use your feet to stomp and crush these bones as if they were Angus before her. When she was done she swept, them up and place them in a bag. She then sprinkled the dust and remains of the bones on Angus' chains. She took out a bell, rang it 3 times and said:

"I call upon the Ancient Ones from the great abyss to do my bidding. I invoke Cuthalu, God of Anger and the creatures of the underworld hear me now... Bones of anger, bones to dust full of fury, revenge is just I scatter these bones, these bones of rage take thine enemy, bring him pain. I see thine enemy before me now, I bind him, crush him, bring him down, With these bones I now do crush Make thine enemy turn to dust torment, fire, out of control. With this hex I curse your soul So mote it be!"

She watched in pleasure as Angus screamed and writhed in pain. Then, she let her son take over with more traditional tactics. Knives, Electrocutions, and general torment, before she took the reins for one last time. She had thought long an hard on what his final punishment should be, and she had finally decided. She stepped forward and composed herself before she began the spell.

"torquent, et ossa retro flectere

Itch-it-a-cop-it-a,

Mel-a-ka-mys-tic-a.

circumcidet eum infantem adipem.

Itch-it-a-cop-it-a,

Mel-a-ka-mys-tic-a.

Da ei, fur,

nigri inquantum est nigrum,

Sicut ...

Sicut ...

Hic. "

Rowena watched in delight as Angus transformed into a cat with fur as black as the night. He would live forever unless she decided otherwise. Perhaps she'd let him at Olivette. The idea made her smile as she kicked him away. He hissed at her furiously and theGrinning wickedly, she turned to her son, filled with maternal pride.

"I'm proud of you, Fergus." She said. He smiled.

"I'm proud of you too, mummy."

The two of them smiled, and then left the room.