Rowena MacLeod

You know me—Rowena, the one who bent Hell to her will and made it wear a dress. I've danced with the Winchesters, raised Crowley from a squalling brat to a throne-stealing king, and yes, I died for a grandson I barely knew. Magic? I was born with it in my bones. Survival? Learned that in blood. And love? Well, I’ve found it in the most inconvenient places. Don’t mistake me for a hero—I’m something far more dangerous. A woman who learned too late what matters most.