"So, you're Fergus' new pet, hmm?" Rowena sized you up as soon as Crowley left the room again, stating he wanted you to get to know each other better.

"Fergus?" You asked confused, taking a step back as she sauntered around you, looking down at your plain jeans, t-shirt, and flannel.

"You know him as Crowley, but he was my wee little Fergus first. And as his Mother, I need to make sure you're the right choice for my son." She said sweetly, but with venom dripping from the words.

You pushed your food away, no longer hungry. "Well, you don't have to worry, because as soon as I can find a way, I'm getting out of here, back to Dean." You promised her.

You watched as she made her way back to face you, her almond shaped eyes narrowing as she took in her words. "Dean, as in the Dean Winchester?" She asked, her accent thickening in disgust.

You raised an eyebrow at her. "Yes, that Dean. My boyfriend."

Nodding, she tapped her finger against her chin, deep in thought. "So, my son stole Dean Winchester's woman out from under him. I never would have thought he would have the bollocks to do something like that." She said, almost proudly.

"Well as soon as I can figure something out, he won't have me anymore." You reiterated.

"I don't know about that. If he's so busy with you, then maybe he will forget he hates me." She said maliciously, and you shivered under her hateful gaze.

She walked towards the door, before glancing over her shoulder at you, and you knew that somehow you had made another enemy. "Don't worry dear. Everything will work out. Well, at least for me that is."

She left you alone with your cold dinner, and you picked up your phone, needing to hear Dean's voice again, to comfort yourself.

This time Dean picked up on the second ring. "Y/N!"

Just hearing his voice was enough that you calmed down. "I just needed to hear your voice." You admitted.

You heard a shuffling in the background before he answered. "How is everything going? Has Crowley done anything? Cuz I swear I will..." He started, but you interrupted him.

"No, it's just. I met his Mom, and she gives me the creeps. Her name is Rowena. "

"Rowena? As in the witch Rowena? Stay as far away from her as possible, she's bad news." Dean warned you.

"That's gonna be pretty hard. Crowley wants me to keep her occupied, and she wants me to distract her son. A son that is talking marriage." You said.

"Marriage, to who?" Dean asked, confusion evident in his voice.

"To me." You answered quietly.

"Damn it!" Dean cussed, and you heard Sam in the background, asking what was going on.

"Well, he might be a Demon, but I'm not sure how much he could force you to marry him." Dean wondered outloud.

Sighing, you answered him. "He's already threatening to send me back to the club if I don't do what he says. I can't go back there. I would do anything not to go back there!" You told him, your voice breaking at the end of the sentence.

"Shh, sweetheart, we will find a way. I will get you out of there, before either of those things happen. I promise you." He told you, his voice firm with resolve.

I know you will try your best Dean." You answered, feeling hopeless. "But, if you don't, just know that you were the best thing to ever happen to me."

"Hey don't speak like that." He chastised you. "Keep your head up. You've had so many crap things happen to you lately, something good is bound to happen."

"I hope so." You answered him, just as the door handle started turning. "I've got to go. I love you." You told him before hanging up.

"Who were you talking to my dear?" Crowley asked as he walked in, his gaze on the paper in his hands.

Stuffing the phone in your clothes, you shrugged your shoulders. "Just myself."

His attention turned away from the paper and to you. "Well, how did meeting my Mom go? She said she absolutely loved you."

Sitting down in the arm chair, he nodded to the one across from him. Taking the hint, you sat down. "I'm not sure. She scared me a little."

He chuckled. "Yeah that's my Mom for you. But I needed to talk to you. I was truthful about wanting to marry you. I think you would make a great Queen, and I do have feelings for you."

"Your a Demon, how can you even have feelings?" You asked, cowering into your seat as his eyes darkened.

"Alright, maybe part of it's because you belong to Dean." He answered.

"No." You said simply your heart racing as his eyes flashed red.

"What did you just say?" He growled.

Shivering in your seat, you could do nothing but watch as Crowley jumped out of chair before leaning over you, an arm on each side of your chair, trapping you in.

"I don't care what you say. I'm Crowley, and if I say you're going to marry me, then Damn it, that's what is going to happen." He said, soft and deep.

"And if I don't?" You muttered.

"Then I will make it happen." He promised, before suddenly standing up, and moving to the door. "Gavin, bring Rowena in here. Now." He ordered.

Within minutes, thing number two was towing a red headed witch behind him. Yes, my son?" She asked.

Once the door had shut, Crowley turned to his Mom, a wicked glint to his eyes. "I need a spell."

"Of course dear. Anything for you." She said, laying her motherly devotion on thick.

"I need a spell to make Y/N want to marry me." He told her.

"Why can't you just marry her without her consent? You are a Demon after all." She explained, checking her nails as if she didn't have a care in the world.

Giving you a heated glance, he answered his Mother. "Because this way, if Dean comes to save her, she won't want to go back to him. It's perfect."

Hearing his plan, you rushed the door, trying to pry it open, but Crowley was too fast. He grabbed your arm, twisting it until you faced him. Raising your free arm up, you started pounding against his chest. "No, you can't do this! Please! I would rather go back to the club!" You begged, but he just laughed.

"Don't worry darling. It won't hurt, and then you won't care. Easy as pie." He told you, dragging you back over to the chair, tossing you into it before conjuring up rope to wrap around your wrists.