Although she was Crowley's mother, they didn't really get along too well.. Since, c'mon, you wouldn't get along with the person that sold you for 3 pigs, wouldn't you? That was the case of the two of them. Rowena hated Crowley, Crowley hated Rowena, it was mutual, and that was all they needed.

Lucifer was still on the loose, but Rowena decided that she was done with living in crappy motels, hunting things and anything related to the Supernatural, and that really got it's promise. She was now in a date with another man, she has been jumping from man to man to get their stuff and make it her own.. That was until the last date.

Friday night, in an elegant and expensive restaurant, she was sat down on a table Infront of her, and that was until the waiter came to the table and served the whine.. It was fucking Crowley. Frustrated, she quickly excused herself and yanked Crowley with her, to have a little talk.

' Fergus! What are you doing here? Don't you see that I'm on a date! '

Rowena exclaimed as she stopped yanking him, they were now in a more discreet part. She was furious! More like worried: She couldn't have Crowley telling every single date that she had that she was a witch of 300 years old.