Author's Note: I do not own "My Bonnie Lies Over The Ocean".
When all the demons were dead and disarmed, they all gathered in the center of the room. Dean, Sam, and Cas stepped toward Rowena and was surprised to hear her singing to her son.
"My Bonnie lies over the ocean
My Bonnie lies over the sea
My Bonnie lies over the ocean
Oh, bring back my Bonnie to me
Bring back, bring back
Oh, bring back my Bonnie to me, to me
Bring back, bring back
Oh, bring back my Bonnie to me
Last night as I lay on my pillow
Last night as I lay on my bed
Last night as I lay on my pillow
I dreamt that my Bonnie was dead
Oh, blow the winds o'er the ocean
And blow the winds o'er the sea
Oh, blow the winds o'er the ocean
And bring back my Bonnie to me
Bring back, bring back
Oh, bring back my Bonnie to me, to me
Bring back, bring back
Oh, bring back my Bonnie to me
The winds have blown over the ocean,
The winds have blown over the sea,
The winds have blown over the ocean,
And brought back my Bonnie to me
Bring back, bring back
Oh, bring back my Bonnie to me, to me
Bring back, bring back
Oh, bring back my Bonnie to me..."
When she was sure her son was asleep, she laid him in the crib, then, using a spell she'd learned from Letitia di Albioni to reveal the spell cast on her son so she could reverse it. She used the lapis lazuli crystal with a powder made of ashes and herbs. She blew a bit of the powder through the crib bars and looked through the crystal. A pink light engulfed her son, and she gasped suddenly and dramatically.
"No..." it was a horrified whisper.
"What is it?" Asked Castiel.
"They used the fastest acting version of the spell. He only has two hours left before it becomes permanent."
"Well what do we need to undo it?" Dean asked impatiently.
"I brought everything with me, but..."
"But what?" Sam questioned.
"It takes ah hour and a half to prepare and..." She swallowed convulsively as she said the next part. "...The antidote requires the blood of his kin."
"You're his mother." Dean interjected, Rowena shot him a dirty glare.
"There are three different ways to cast this spell. The first way becomes permanent after two weeks and only requires a few drops of blood. The second way becomes permanent after one week and requires a pint of blood. But this one... it becomes permanent after twenty four hours and requires enough blood to take a life, and I don't have enough time to cast a spell to revive myself."
She let the words sink in as they caught up to where she was already.
"Cas can-" but before Dean could finish Rowena cut him off.
"An angel of God revives the witch who's mother to the king of hell and is partly responsible for releasing the Darkness? Yeah, that'll go over well upstairs."
Dean fell silent. She had a point.
"Don't you have a back up inside of you? Like when Lucifer killed you?" Asked Sam. She shook her head.
"I've been trying to live away from the supernatural lately. But I guess my best efforts just weren't good enough." She sighed. Then she looked up at the three of them determinedly. "We have to do this now or it won't get done."
Castiel spoke up. "Are you sure you want to do this?"
She looked at him solemnly. "I have to."
He nodded, and she turned to the crib. She carefully picked up her son and rocked him in her arms. She had desperately hoped that Fiona and Annabel had cast the long version of the spell so that she might have time to spend with her child at this age. In her mind, she saw the possibilities that might have been. Feedings, cuddling, lullabies, and more. Her biggest regret was that she couldn't have more time with him.
She pressed her lips to his forehead.
"Goodbye my sweet wee boy." She whispered, eyes welling up with tears. "I love you. I'm sorry."
She lay him gently on the ground, trying not to wake him, and began the spell, mixing Annabel and Fiona's blood with a pinch of powder, and chipped off of a bit of the lapis lazuli crystal. She added some herbs and began to speak.
"With the blood of thy own kin,
Turn the clock forward again,
With the blood of those who cast the spell,
Change the clock and make him well,
Reverse the spell and turn the tide
Change him back so sayeth I!"
She looked over at Fergus one last time before picking up the knife. She trembled as she looked at her son and paused a moment to grab his grape-sized fist in her own comparatively giant hand.
When she thought he was asleep, she heard the softest coo that almost stopped her.
"Ma Ma."
To her horror and embarrassment, she started to cry. It broke her heart to do what she was about to do. But time was running out, and she had to save her baby, no matter what the cost. She was sure he would find a way to help her come back from the dead. More uncertain than ever, she slit her wrist from there down to her elbow, then let it drain into the bowl.
"ire ante tempus, fata mutari." She whispered, reaching out to hold Fergus' tiny hand. Laying on the ground, the blood drained out of her. Her breathing grew labored and her grip on consciousness and reality was weakening rapidly. She could hear the blood splashing into the bowl and knew it was working, so she concentrated all her efforts on keeping the arm above the bowl. Death came in one shuttering breath in and out before her hand went limp and she breathed her last.