After traveling to Crowley's grave and finding it already dug up, whatever was inside had been pillaged. Luckily for the boys, there were enough footprints in the mud for them to get a mucky trail to a house not too far from the gravesite that seemed to be the sexton's gothic Victorian home and they decided to be sneaky by going through the backdoor instead of the front. Sam easily and quietly broke the knob off the backdoor and they were inside the house, the kitchen to be exact. It smelled like cinnamon and burned Bay leaves in the space as they made their way through to the living room, pinning their guns on someone who seemed to be in the middle of a burning.
Rowena stopped her roasting of a mixture of Crowley's baby things and his last known possessions when she smelled the approaching of Human men; they had such a distinct aroma to them. She stood up straight and put her hands up as the boys set a good distance from her in case she tried to run.
"Why do you have Crowley's bones?" Sam demanded.
"It's somethin' important of his, somethin' he'd come out of hiding to make a deal for." She told the boys as she tossed yet another small portrait of her son into the fires, wiping her hands together before she went rummaging through the remainder of his things. "Now that he's gone, I took to burnin' all his things…then I found this…"
"The Demon Tablet." Dean acknowledged the slab of stone in her hands, noticing when the Witch clutched it to her chest almost in a loving way. "But why do you want it? Lucifer is gone and he's not coming back."
"What happened to him? Nobody downstairs really knows. The Demons whisper about a fight with Michael at a cemetery, but the Archangel hasn't been seen in Heaven either." The men didn't seem surprised by that bit of gossip and it made her think about just what they could know about what happened because she needed to; it was like an itch she just couldn't scratch living in oblivion. "What in the world could two Winchesters have done with a pair of Archangels?"
"Cut the crap, Rowena, and hand over the Demon Tablet." Dean demanded as he stepped a bit closer to her with his gun aimed at her head. "Your little boyfriend and his big brother got a one-way ticket to the time-out zone and they aren't coming back, so whatever little scheme you've got cooked up, you can forget it."
"Oh, Dean. You're supposed to be the fun one." She pouted before extending her arms to give him the Tablet. He took it and handed it off to his brother.
"We can't kill her, but we can't just leave her here to scheme." Sam thought out loud. "What should we do?"
"Bring her back home and lock her ass up with her son." Dean answered with a smile, watching as Rowena's face paled. She likely thought she was going to be subjected to whatever fate Crowley endured and at the hands of a Winchester, the list was long.
"Dean, you can't keep bringing monsters home." Sam sternly whispered. "My girlfriend is pregnant."
"Yes, I remember, Sam. But guess what? Aziza has a Witch-Catcher in the basement that she showed me and that's the only thing that can control Rowena." He whispered back to his brother. "You know she's gonna scour the earth looking for things to make her more powerful or release Lucifer and in a coven or not, she's gonna be a big problem one day. We can stop her from being a huge future pain in the ass by taking her back with us. After Aziza puts Crowley in the Box, no more monsters at home, I promise."
"Nope, you ask her." Sam tossed Dean his phone and with his aim still on the Witch, walked over with the marked handcuffs to restrain the woman while Dean called Aziza, who answered on the second ring. He explained the situation, what he wanted to do and very nicely asked if he could bring a Witch back to the Cabin. She brought up the Witch-Catcher and how Rowena could be made into nothing more than an obedient servant, then she granted him permission to bring her home, making Dean fist pump the air. "Looks like you're coming home with us. I can't wait to see Crowley's face."
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"This is humiliatin'." Rowena grumbled from the center of the room with the Witch-Catcher around her neck, rendering her powerless. To make matters worse, Castiel the Angel had gone and scanned her from top to toe and efficiently removed any enchantments she had attached to herself, destroying them before her eyes. She truly was powerless and at the mercy of the Winchesters and the little blonde friend they called Aziza. The girl was as pregnant as one could be and she wondered which of the men was to be a father. If she had to guess, it was Dean because was the least responsible in that area of life; she knew about his Amazon daughter. "Why not just kill me and have it over with? You may as well call me Human."
"Until we find something else to do with you, you're gonna play Suzie Homemaker." Dean told her and Cas snapped his fingers, dressing Rowena in an appropriate maid's outfit, much to the Hunter's delight. "It's almost time for dinner, so why don't you go whip something up for the house? And don't even think about trying to poison anyone."
"Yes, Dean." She said through gritted teeth, growling in annoyance as she went into the kitchen to prepare a meal under Castiel's watchful eyes.
In the downstairs living room, Team Free Will, save for Cas, was gathered around Aziza's Box and she was muttering the words of a spell as her hand danced in the air. Crowley shrunk down to hamster-size and she grabbed him, managing to kneel on the floor as she reached for the Box's handle. She quickly pulled it open and dropped the tiny Crowley-Chucky doll inside, replacing the lid before anyone could hear the Demon scream.
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Crowley fell through the air and landed on his face in the dirt. He picked himself up and dusted his torso off, looking around at his new environment. The skies were cloudy and threatening to begin raining at any moment it seemed, but things remained dry for now. He looked off one way and saw a castle in the distance, so he began the journey over to it.
When he reached the doors of the castle, he realized how big they were, but looked down at himself: he was wearing a rainbow shirt with a denim 'Good Guys' jumper over it. He cursed under his breath at what that blonde forced him to become, but now, it seemed like this would be his form for the rest of his days.
Crowley knocked on the castle doors as hard as he could and waited for a response. It took a few minutes, but the doors opened and Crowley's jaw dropped at who was responding. It was Lucifer himself.
"Are you finished with your meltdown?" He asked, but his attention was on the wooden palette balancing on his right hand. Crowley took a step back and considered running, but there was nowhere for him to hide. Lucifer finally let his attention fall to the ground and he tilted his head in curiosity at the appearance of the Demon. "What happened to you?"
"Aziza is what happened to me." He told the Prince of Darkness, making Lucifer laugh.
"She's not known for turning people into such ugly creatures, but this is hilarious." Lucifer chortled as he grabbed Crowley by the arm and pulled him inside his Castle.