Finally, the moment you've been waiting for (so I hope) since I wrote Rowena into my story. All credit goes to "Supernatural" for the character and her dialogue and that of Crowley (which I have used some of it). All Hail Supernatural!

But I have to warn you, Crowley won't be as surprised as he was in the episode… although it was pretty funny!

The song here is "Witchy Woman" by The Eagles

Witchy Woman

Crowley walked down those corridors and stood at the end of the hall that housed mangled traitorous demons and a non-demon organism. He hesitated in going further because he knew he wasn't going to like what he kept at the end of the corridor.

He refused to think of it, but now he had to. How he hoped he was wrong.

He walked down the corridor to that last cell and reluctantly opened the door. Inside was a woman sitting on the cold floor like an animal, looking like she had rolled around in dirt and broken glass. When she lifted her eyes up to him, his heart sank as he knew he was far from being wrong.

She seemed angry and harsh; just like he remembered her.

"Well, I'd heard of a King. Are you him? The King at last. King of what? Lilliput? I mean, I'd heard you were short, but…" she said with that infuriating Scottish accent and then she let out a dry laugh. She stared at him with that cold anger and that repulsive smile. "Well? Get on it! Time for the coup de grace! Wee boy, is something the matter with you? Cat got your tongue, hmm?" she said and then had just this cold expression in her eyes. "Meow." She added and smiled wickedly as she mocked him.

Yes, exactly like he remembered her. And she still couldn't shut up.

"Mother." He said, finally letting all the thoughts hit him, which he immediately regretted. However, if he pushed them away any longer, it would be a catastrophe. He had to handle this with extreme caution and dignity. Yes, he was absolutely furious, but this was his Kingdom and he was King; things were very different now.

"Mother?" she asked with a sort of disgust. "I am not your mother!" she shouted with that same disgust, only now it was slightly angry.

"How I would actually enjoy that." He said and before she shouted again, her mouth fell and she seemed stunned. It began making sense under that fiery mane of hers.

"Fergus?" she asked with a small voice. He fought against sneering at her, not only because she was his mother, but because he hated the name.

"Crowley." he corrected and she seemed slightly confused, but then slightly amused.

"Fergus." She corrected and he exhaled his frustration. "I didn't suffer giving birth to you so you could change your name to that." She added and he clenched his jaw as his frustration returned.

"Yes, mother of the year." He mumbled. "And how did you conceive me?" he asked, already knowing the answer to that question. She titled her head at him as if slightly disappointed.

"I told you already; it was a Winter Solstice orgy. It was unplanned and I surely didn't stop to take names." She replied and shot him an annoyed glare. "You're not going to start up with that old chestnut, are you? Complaining that you have no father; so ungrateful for what I gave you." She said as if she was a victim, even looking like one with her eyes up to the ceiling. How she hadn't changed at all these last hundreds of years.

"Yes, how ungrateful of me that you tried to trade me for three pigs, that you forced me to work and then abandoned me to survive on my own." He replied with a dry sarcasm and cold dark eyes. She met his gaze and seemed very unimpressed.

"I left to protect you. I didn't want those horrid people to hurt you." She said and his expression didn't change. He wasn't convinced and he was letting her know. The Grand Coven and angry villagers were after her and she left him behind where he was treated like a slave and abused. And she called that protecting him?

"You haven't changed a bit." He finally said out loud, but it didn't relieve his frustration, especially when she smiled lovingly at him.

"But you certainly have; King of Hell, bravo. I always knew my boy was meant for big things." She replied, actually looking proud. If he didn't know her, he'd believe she was proud. The only time she ever felt any emotion was when it involved her and her alone.

"As I remember it, you said I would die in a gutter, covered in my own filth." He replied and she maintained that proud expression which sickened him.

"I was motivating you to do better, aim higher. Clearly, it worked." She said and he narrowed his eyes at her. Being King of Hell had nothing to do with her and everything to do with him. It was so typical of his mother to make everything about her.

"Yes, motivated me to depending solely on my own devices, beginning at the age of eight years." he said with sarcasm and she frowned at him like she usually did when she scolded him for not doing things properly.

"You're being dramatic." She said as she looked away and he fought the urge to grunt.

"And never came back. For hundreds of years. If it wasn't for being caught, you'd never care to see me. Tell me Mother, did you know I had died?" he said and when she met his eyes, he let the rage surface in his dark eyes. She couldn't respond, but it seemed like she wanted to; to say something that would make her look like the perfect mother. "Who's being dramatic?" he asked her and she looked at him unimpressed.

"But I'm here now." She said like a perfect mother, a loving smile slowly spreading on her face. "We have a second chance. We can be a real family again, Fergus." She said so sweetly that it made him sick and angry.

"Crowley." he corrected and she ignored him. "And I have a family." He said with a dark grin.

"The demons? Anyone of the them would stab you in the back if they thought they could get away with it." she replied, looking slightly disgusted. His grin remained as he could have let out a hissing laughter. She thought she knew demons. How cute. No, the demons were too afraid to stab him in the back, even if they believed they could get away with it.

"And you wouldn't?" he asked her and she shot him a cold glare.

"No. We're family. We're blood. You can trust me." She said and his eyes hardened with rage. "I understand you're angry. I understand you hate me. Keep me locked away if you want, but understand that I'll always be your mother; I'll always love you." She added as she tried to act the part of a loving mother. It enraged him and he couldn't tolerate her anymore.

"Don't use words you don't understand." He said and snapped his fingers, the door slamming shut as he stepped away.

Love. She loved him. What a lie; she never loved anything in her whole life. For years, all he wanted was to hear those words, but she only said them because she was at a very unfortunate disadvantage; held prisoner by her King of Hell son. Speaking with her after all these years refueled the rage he had buried for so long.