The song here is "Which Witch" by Florence + the Machine (I love Florence + the Machine, by the way… SO MUCH! I'm like obsessed!)

Which Witch

Rowena had painted her sigils and was well protected, but the Hellhounds weren't fooled. They knew she was there, even if they couldn't get in. She had hoped that they couldn't smell or sense her, but she was beginning to doubt it; they stalked around the cabin, scratching and growl at every angle… until it all stopped.

It fell eerily silent and she thought that maybe they had gone, but she doubted it once again. They were probably watching the cabin, waiting for her to leave.

She sat down and thought about what she had seen. It was safe to assume that her son was affiliating himself with those Winchester boys; obviously hunters and clearly Men of Letters. Rowena remembered hearing about the Men of Letters, but the memory was vague. She knew they had something to do with the Grand Coven losing strength and numbers. All of that had happened after she was exiled, which is why she doesn't remember much, or care much.

But it was no wonder her son was weak, he ran to these hunters like a go-fetch dog. This wasn't the behavior of a King, especially not from Hell. He stood there and spoke to them like they were his friends. No doubt he had worked with them, probably did them favors too. That was working with the enemy and she failed to see how that served her son any good. And those Men of Letters, those Winchesters, working with a witch and demons? How twisted was that? What did they gain? Weren't they supposed to kill everything that wasn't considered "human"?

And that witch… that Anne… she didn't look like a witch. Probably one of those hippy witches that called themselves Wiccan. There was no magic there, no real magic; it was prayers, dancing naked under the Full Moon and using flower power otherwise known as herbs. They were not real witches; Rowena was a real witch.

She couldn't keep thinking of it because it sickened her. However, her son aggravated her so much that she couldn't just ignore it.

If her son was a pathetic excuse for a King, then these hunters had to go. And then Clara's family! Oh, Fergus allowed her to see her relatives and it was clear they would grant that young witch anything she wanted! How could they rule Hell with iron fists while they lay weakly at the feet of these humans? And they called themselves demons?

How pathetic!

When Rowena was in her quest for power as a witch of the Grand Coven, even when exiled, she never let the fact she had a son stop her. She was the original working mother. But, all jokes aside, family held one back and made them weak. By staying strong, that made her a bad mother? She gave her son everything! She even stayed away to keep him safe! She showed him what it was to be strong and he claimed that to be abuse and neglect? How ungrateful!

But if there was something she could do to make a man, a demon, a King, out of her son, she was trapped in the cabin. The Hellhounds weren't going away, she was sure. She would have to cast a spell to leave without notice, but she wasn't sure what spell could help. Not only that, but she was short of ingredients. The only thing the cabin had were cooking spices, which weren't helpful unless she wanted to make the Hellhounds something to eat, other than herself, and she doubted they'd like Eggs Benedict.

However, she had been in situations like this and always found a way out. There was nothing she couldn't overcome. Contrary to the belief of her son, she was a strong witch; she was crafty, as the modern world would say.

Rowena would think of something and then, watch out; she was going to teach her son what it is to be strong. That's what she tried to do with Lucifer. Did Fergus not see he was an alpha? He had worthy leadership even from within a cage! He was strong and Fergus continued to misunderstand her teachings for assassinations. It's not that she wants to kill him… what is that saying? What doesn't kill you makes you stronger…?

That was what she was trying to do; it wasn't her fault that she son didn't appreciate her efforts.

She began looking around the cabin for what she could use. There were a few bottles of red wine, which was a very good start to her search for ingredients. She poured herself a glass and glanced around. Rowena saw salt which may be useful, but there was also a small rack of herbs; including basil leaves, crushed rosemary and crushed sage. Perfect, if she was a hippy Wiccan.

Rowena took a sip of her wine as she continued to search and think. There were books and a fireplace; she could always use a spell of that nature. She could also do blood magic, which would work nicely.

As she thought of various ideas, she was beginning to see the cabin as a place of possibilities rather than a place of limitations. This was going to work and she was going to walk out without Hellhounds following her.

Hey readers, no offense to Wiccans, I would assume a witch like Rowena would believe Wiccans to be the Hippies of Witchcraft; it wasn't a personal opinion, believe me.