Soon after your conversation with Crowley, he left you alone in the room, explaining that he was the King of Hell and he had other things to do than keep you company.

You had just laughed at him then. "Well then, why the hell did you bring me down here for in the first place?"

He looked a little taken back by your comment, before regaining his composure. "Because, I wanted you down here, with me! And, I need someone to deal with my Mother. That falls on your shoulders. Succeed, or I will send you straight back to that club!" He threatened, before slamming the heavy, wooden door behind him.

You waited a moment, before trying the doors, surprised when the easily opened. You stuck your head out, disheartened to see two Demons guarding each side. "Yes Ma'am. Can we procure anything for you?" They asked you.

"How about a phone, and a sandwich?" You asked them, surprised when they nodded. "We can get the food right away. The phone on the other hand, could be a different matter. Cell reception is horrible down here, Crowley has the only one that works."

"Can I go for a walk?" You asked, but they frowned at it.

"My liege didn't say anything about you leaving the room." The one on your left, a smaller, heavy set man replied.

"Okay." You said defeated, before shutting the door behind you, and moving back into the middle of the room. You started wandering around, wondering if Crowley had left anything inside that could be of assistance to you. 

His armoire was useless, full of identical black suits, and a couple of black silk robes. The night stands on each side of the bed held useless things such as reading materials, pens, and odds and ends of things you weren't sure you wanted to touch. The desk held more items, notes and lists of plans for Hell, a flask of brandy, and in the bottom corner, a phone.

Snatching it up, you tucked it into your shirt, as the door was open, and the Demon you began to think of as Thing 1 came through, carrying a heavy, metal tray. Placing it down on the desk, he lifted the lid off, and inside was a plate piled high with steak, mashed potatoes, vegetables, and a roll. Next to it was a glass, filled with your favorite drink. Someone had gone all out, much different that the plain sandwich you had ordered.

"Thank you." You told him, noticing his shock at the two simple words.

"No one's ever said thank you to me before." He gulped, and you smiled at him.

"Well, you were nice enough to bring me a wonderful dinner, so why wouldn't I?" 

He shook his head, backing out of the room, your niceness obviously upsetting him. "Ma'am, it's Hell. People don't act like that down here."

As soon as he was gone, you ignored the food, pulling out the phone and powering it on. You waited with baited breath as the old, flip cell phone slowly came to life, the screen flashing bright red before the welcome screen came on.

Quickly punching in Dean's phone number, you held your breath as it started to ring. One, twice, by the third ring you were giving up hope that Dean would ever answer.

"Who is this?" Dean's voice came through the line, fuzzy and hard to understand, but it was still his voice.

"Dean!" You said, not too loud, not wanting to alert your guards outside.

You weren't sure if he heard you, because the line stayed silent for a moment, the only sound the static.

"Y/N, is that really you? Where are you? What has Crowley done?" Dean's voice came through again, a little clearer this time.

"Dean, I'm in Hell, literally. Crowley brought me down here. Said something about wanting me as a pet, and to deal with his Mother." You said quickly, not knowing how much time you had before you would be interrupted.

You heard him mumbling something, but he must have been talking to Sam. "His Mom?"

"Yeah, supposedly she's a witch, and she just found him. He's says I'm to deal with her, and if I don't do a good job, then he will send me back to the club!" You told him, the thought of going back to the club scaring the hell out of you.

"Y/N, Sammy's working on a way for us to get down there. Do whatever he asks, as long as it keeps you safe. Can you keep this phone?" Dean told you.

"I can try. It was in his desk. He might look for it." You told him, before you heard the sounds of the door being opened. "Listen Dean, I've got to go. I will try to call you again. I love you." You told him, not giving him a chance to answer before you clicked the phone shut. Tucking it back in your pocket, you sat down, grasping the fork and sinking it into the potato as your next visitor came into the room.

You looked up to see a petite red haired woman enter the room, before the doors were roughly shut behind her. She gave them a disgusted look, before moving forward, her gaze landing on you. She had a pointed chin, and a prominent nose, and held herself with a regal air. She was wearing a floor length dress, a clingy black material that showed off every curve. She was beautiful, but in an evil, deadly sort of way, and you automatically felt weary around her.

She glided forward, before sitting across from you, raising an eyebrow at the fork that was held halfway between the plate and your mouth. Blushing, you realized you had been so preoccupied reading her that you had  forgotten to take a bite.

"Don't stop on my account." She purred, in a thick Scottish accent. 

"You are?" You asked, before taking a bite, moaning at how good they tasted, and how hungry you actually were.

"Why, I'm Rowena of course. And you are?" You asked you, amused at your lack of manners. 

"My name's Y/N. Currently a prisoner of Crowley." You mumbled, your mouth full of steak.

She grimaced, before handing you a napkin. "Well, you are certainly fed better, and treated better than his other prisoners. I wonder why that is?" 

Just then, the door opened again, and Crowley came striding through, a big grin on his face as he took in the two of you. "Perfect. Y/N, I see you met Rowena. And Mother, I see you met Y/N." He said, and you had to look again at Rowena. She was younger and prettier than you expected his mother to be. 

"Yes, I met the somewhat lovely Y/N, who tells me she's your prisoner here. I was just wondering what your plans for her are?" Rowena asked, standing up and sliding over to her son, placing a well manicured hand on his chest.

He looked down at her, a look of distrust and hatred that you were surprised to see. "Well, Mother. A man gets lonely sometimes, and I figured it was due time to find someone to spend some quality time with. It gets lonely on the throne, and maybe having a wife will help with that."

Your mouth dropped open, no doubt grossing the other two people out with your lack of manners. But you didn't care, because you were still in shock of Crowley's announcement. He had talked about keeping you as a pet, which you hadn't understood. But marry? Why would the King of Hell want to marry you?

You could tell Rowena didn't care for the news either. Her hand on his chest tightened into a fist, and her eyes darkening in hatred.