The song here is "Nothing to No One" by Gin Wigmore

Nothing to No One

Despite not being able to move, Rowena's heart was beating hard against her chest as she realized that her son must have been on the other side of that door since Clara was summoned. He must have heard it all and now, she was trapped in Clara's powerful grip.

Crowley approached and glared down at his mother.

"I should have known as much." He said and when he glanced at Clara, she looked up and met his gaze with a dark grin. He reached down and stroked her cheek so softly. Despite his anger, he looked at her with such passion. "Everyone believes my Darling Clara to be more powerful than I." he added and paused for a brief moment. Rowena watched them as they stared into each other, time passing slowly between them; their love obvious to the world. It seemed Clara was unfortunately right; despite Fergus never being loved, he managed to love. "I'd be the first to admit that to be true, but I'm not some cowering wimp." he said and looked at his mother with hard eyes. It was frightening how quickly he could change the emotion in his eyes. "Perhaps I have lost my edge, but when the mood hits me, I'm surprising." He concluded and at that moment, Rowena was free from Clara's power and she wasted no time. She wasn't going to let her son kill her.

She quickly pulled her emergency small hex bag from her bosom and tossed it at Crowley. It was a powerful killing agent and he foolishly grabbed it. He should have known better, but he wasn't as smart as he thought himself to be. He would soon fall over, dwelling in her powerful magic, dying in excruciating never-ending pain.

Rowena stood up from her seat, standing tall with pride, and smiled at her son. She then let out a dark giggle when blood began pouring out of his mouth like a dog foaming at the mouth with rabies. He began coughing and choking; making it such a wonderful sight for her.

Then, his eyes began to glow a blood-red and he slowly stopped coughing. Within a few seconds, it all stopped and he held up the hex bag like it had suddenly become ineffective. He glanced at it and then at her with disdain.

Rowena glanced at Clara, only to see her smiling. She raised her hands up as if to say "don't look at me". She then glanced at Nikolai and he just smiled, but who glanced at Crowley with pride. When Rowena looked back at her son, he casually met her gaze again as he tossed her hex bag aside.

"Powerful magic. Might have worked on any other demon. But me?" he said as he pulled a handkerchief from his suit and wiped away the blood from his mouth. "Please." He added with disgust.

She flicked her hand up, but he flicked his hand faster and sent her flying across the room, landing hard against the wall and landing on the floor with a sickening crack. She remained still for a brief moment, as if stunned. Then, she groaned in pain as she realized she was in pain. When she tried to sit up, she cradled her apparently broken arm, as part of a bone was protruding out of her skin. She trembled and she was still in shock, despite being the big bad Wicked Witch of the West.

"I could kill you." Crowley said as he approached. Rowena slowly glanced up at him, coming out of her shock, hatred brewing in her eyes.

"I loathe you." She mumbled. However, Crowley acted as if he hadn't heard her. "I should have just killed you when I had the chance." She added, trying to get up from the floor, but it just seemed like she was trying to sit comfortably.

Crowley flicked his hand again and her other arm cracked, making her scream out in pain. There was no bone sticking out of her skin, but it was so clear and sharp that Clara couldn't help but wince, even if it was fun to watch. Rowena glanced down and her arm seemed funny, bent out of shape, making her cry as she was sent back into shock.

"Snap my fingers, easiest thing in the world." he continued, unbothered, his fingers about to snap, but he hesitated as he glared down at his mother. The room was silent, except for Rowena's sobs, but it seemed Crowley was waiting for his mother to say something typical. He continued to talk, as if disappointed and bored. "I want you to know that the only reason you're alive is because I allowed it." he said and turned away from his mother, obviously bored.

Now, both of Rowena's arms were useless and without them, her incantations were just words; just prayers like those Hippy Wiccans. However, now that her son had broken her arms, Clara grinned darkly at her and Nikolai rolled up his sleeves to reveal the Mark of Cain, Rowena found that maybe those Wiccans had discovered something that works when one is disabled of magic.

Crowley walked away and Clara got up, following him. They stood next to Nikolai and stared at Rowena with a dark glimmer in their eyes. Rowena was beginning to feel the cold grip of Death, surrounding her like a shroud of thin air, suffocating her, overwhelming her with fear.

Nikolai pulled out the First Blade and several dark howls pierced through the silence. Rowena glanced at the window and realized it was the Hellhounds. Had she ever lost them? She glanced at Nikolai as he slowly approached, running his fingers along the jagged jawbone with a slight smile on his face.

"I've been itching for this." He said and when he met her eyes, they were pure black, but she could see lust for blood despite that void darkness. "Please, let me repay you for that little spell of yours." He said and grinned. She nearly forgot that; the attack dog spell she cast on him to kill her son. If her spells don't work on these three pillars of Hell, she must be the one losing her edge. She couldn't bear to think of it, let alone admit it... all of it.

The Hellhounds howled again, grabbing Rowena's attention as she began to tremble against her will. Those damned creatures weren't helping. She didn't want to be afraid; she had faced horrible odds before and she never quivered. Now, she was on the floor, sobbing over her broken arms, twitching when the Hellhounds howled and trembling as she looked up at the Knight of Hell, clenching the First Blade in his hand and the Mark of Cain burning on his arm.

"Oh, the thing about Hellhounds," he began, tapping the First Blade against his free hand to intimidate her. "If you think you've escaped them, it's exactly what we've ordered them to let you think. Funny, isn't it?" he asked and she met his eyes, shaking even more. "They were watching you so we could check in on you, you know, when we weren't busy. But then you summoned Clara. We just couldn't resist throwing a little party." He concluded and as he towered over her, she tried kicking him away, but he just grinned down at her. That was just a little brush against his ankles, so pathetic that it did nothing to him.

"I will haunt you for this." She said through her teeth as tears streamed down her face, also against her will. She was falling apart and the worse; it was in front of her son. This is how he would remember her and it sickened her. Not only that, she didn't want to die! She was the powerful witch Rowena! She had survived all these years and nothing beat her. She wasn't going to let Fergus to this to her.

Nikolai let out a dark chuckle and the Hellhounds howled again, this time, they seemed eager for something. The sound echoed and seemed to go down to her core, chilling her to the bones. She could feel the cold grip of Death once again, this time like hooks in her skin, pulling her slowly apart.

"That's what the Hellhounds are hoping for." He said.

"I refuse to die." She said through her teeth and Nikolai gave her a mocked saddened grin.

"When dealing with demons Honey, no one has a choice on that matter." He said, made one large stride over to her, leaned over and jabbed the old jawbone through her chest so fast that she didn't have time to comprehend what had happened.

Rowena gasped as her body smacked into the wall like she just got hit by a car. She slowly looked down at the First Blade and before she could looked up at her son, to threaten him with a promise to haunt him, her head fell limp and her arms followed, despite their broken state.

She died against her will and before she could fully understand that the First Blade went through her as well as the wall of her hotel room; making her bleed faster than a stuck pig.

The Hellhounds pierced through the silence of the night and came charging into the hotel like it was a race to the top.

A smoky form began to grow around Rowena's limp body and it seemed she was trying to linger in the world for as long as she could. She wasn't kidding when she said she would haunt them, but neither was Nikolai when he said the Hellhounds were waiting for that to happen.

The Hellhounds torn into the room before her ghost could take form. They rushed past Nikolai and torn into Rowena's body, grabbing pieces of that smoky form and tearing it apart. There was a disembodied groaning and once the Hellhounds torn her ghost to shreds, they seem to consume her; something Hellhounds hadn't been caught doing in the history of Hell.

It took only seconds to Rowena's spirit to be snuffed out like a flame; forever gone.

The Hellhounds casually trotted out of the hotel, howl up at the velvet sky and returned home as silently as they had appeared in the town.

Clara turned to Crowley and could see the relief in his expression. However, having seen his mother again ripped open old wounds. She could understand, as she had the same experience, but she knew he'd soon get past it and focus on his little devious family.

He met her gaze and gave her a half smile.

"How about that family vacation?" he asked her and she smiled as he pulled her closer to him, kissing her with heated passion.

Nikolai glanced at them as he cleaned off the First Blade, glad to see that they won again; nothing was going to defeat them and the world was theirs for the taking.