Rowena sat with a cup of tea clasped in both hands and her son babbling cheerfully in her lap as she tried to calm down. Sam and Dean sat at the table, eyeing her suspiciously. They didn't trust her as far as they could throw her, but they knew she would have never lied about this. What else could have shaken her up so badly and driven her here into the arms of her enemies?

"Where's feathers?" She asked, taking a sip of tea and setting it down delicately.

"He was on a hunt with his vessel's daughter. He'll be back soon." Dean said. Rowena nodded.

"What happened?" Sam asked. Rowena shifted uncomfortably in her seat and held her son a bit closer. She needed him to anchor her in these moments when her heart was heavy and her mind was weak.

"We had just finished with one of our meetings and came out of the room and he was standing there in the hallway with at least a dozen demons flanking him. I rushed Fergus back into the room and changed him so that it would be harder to track him. Lucifer blasted the door off of it's hinges. He… He threatened us, and we barely got away. And that's when I came here."

They nodded. It sounded likely. They took everything Rowena said with a grain of salt, but this had to be the truth.

Rowena cleverly left out what she and her son had really been doing. In part to protect his privacy and her own. But now that Lucifer knew, she knew it was only a matter of time before the word got out. The aftermath would be ugly, but she thought it best to focus on the problem at hand first, and worry later.

"So what's our next step?" Asked Dean. The three of them eyed one another and shrugged.

"Let's wait for Cas to get back and then regroup." Said Sam. It was getting late anyhow.

"Is there a place where we can stay?" She asked. Sam nodded and led her to a bedroom. There was one king sized bed and enough room for a crib nearby. It didn't take advanced magic for her to construct the essential nursery supplies for her son. When a crib and changing table were conjured, she got Fergus into the bathtub. She could have changed him back any time she wished, but she needed this. She needed to protect him. She needed to have him need her. She needed him to be little without being afraid. After his bath, She swaddled him in his treasured blanket and rocked him gently in her arms as she sang to him. These close, intimate moments with her child meant more to her than anything magic could give her. She watched him doze off in her arms, and held him for a long time before she laid him in his crib and got ready for bed herself. It took a while, but after listening to the steady sound of her son's breathing, she was asleep.

A loud bang suddenly thundered through the bunker, and she covered her ears, and got out of bed, wondering what was going on. The noise had woken Fergus up, and he was crying quietly nearby. She picked him up from the crib and held him in her arms, comforting him automatically as she padded across the floor in a black silk nightgown. Suspicious of what was happening, she opened the door the tiniest crack and peered out of the door.

Sounds of shouting could be heard from where she stood, but she could see two shadows fighting one another. It struck her suddenly that Lucifer must have found them and somehow penetrated the warding of the bunker. Rowena shut the door as quietly as possible, and then tried to figure out what to do.

She had learned the angel banishing sigil from her son a while ago. She could use that for Lucifer. But her own patented demon killing spell required ingredients that she didn't have. She'd have to worry about that later though. Lucifer was the main problem here. She set Fergus down in the crib (to his distress) and tried to find something sharp to draw blood with. She ran for the bathroom, looking in medicine cabinets for a file, a thermometer with a pointed tip, scissors- anything. She ran back into the room and was about to paint the sigil on the wall when the door slammed open.

There stood Lucifer, eyes blazing with anger, hatred, and yet a sense of serenity. As if he knew what the outcome of this encounter was going to be.

"Rowena. It's been a long time."

"I had hoped it would be longer." She said. She stood in front of the crib, blocking his path to her child.

"The last time I saw you you were good and dead." He smiled a little. "You looked prettier as a corpse."

She smiled right back. "And you looked better in the cage. Guess we're both out of luck, then." He smiled at the banter before his face grew serious.

"Stand aside, Rowena. I want the boy first, and then I'll be dealing with you later."

"Never going to happen." She said, shaking her head. His eyes narrowed.

"I'm asking you right now- politely- to step aside and let me handle my affairs with a little bit of dignity. Then maybe I'll have mercy on you and kill you quickly. I hate when things get messy, you know. There are some stains that can never come out of the carpet. Blood is one of them."

The threat iced her blood, but she would not show that she was afraid.

"I said no."

Lucifer's eyes narrowed, and he used his power to hold her still. She immediately went to fight back but found herself in iron chains. Then he let her out of the hold now that her power was cut off.

"I'll ask you one last time- get out of my way."

"Never."

"Fine then. You chose your fate."

The Winchesters appeared in the doorway just in time to see Lucifer's response. Using all the energy he could summon, he fired a powerful blast of energy at the Witch. White light blinded the room, and Rowena screamed a loud, piercing shriek at the top of her lungs as it hit. The moment after, she toppled to the floor, dead.

Only to wake up to the sound of a baby's cry an instant later.