When her son left her presence, Rowena was suddenly gripped by a feeling of dread. It was the same feeling she had during the nightmares, but stronger and more immediate. It was so intense that it took her breath away. She tried to calm down and just drink her tea, but the feeling was rising, cresting inside of her, so she pulled out her phone to call her son. The endless ringing droned on and on. When he didn't pick up, she knew something was very wrong. But there was something else. She knew with some obscure sense that told her she could not do this alone. So she had to get help from the people she dreaded most- the Winchester's.

She decided that the most efficient way to gain their assistance was to pray to their guard dog of an angel, Castiel. She had no religious beliefs at all, but she knew that her son was in danger, and that it was up to her to save him, even if she had to do it alone.

"Castiel... my son is in danger, and needs your help and the Winchester's if he's going to make it. Get down to hell as fast as you can."

She had no idea if anything would happen, but she had no other options. She didn't have their phone numbers, and there was no other method of contact that would be fast enough. She moved with lightning speed, a cheetah on the run as she gathered up possible supplies she might need to save her son. As she prepared a spell to help her enter into hell, she told herself that this was her moment to prove to her son that she could be a better mother. And this time, she would not let him down.

Meanwhile, Crowley stood in the middle of a circle of people who hated him. He had known for some time that someone had been plotting against him for a while now, but demon uprisings had been the last things on his mind. He could handle demons with no problem at all. But he honestly hadn't anticipated two witches waiting for him. That was a bit more problematic than he liked to admit. Still he kept his expression smooth and blank.

"Hello ladies." He said to the two witches. "May I ask why two lovely ladies such as yourselves are consorting with such lowly demons like these?"

Annabel stepped forward. "Because we all hate you. And, just as importantly, we despise your mother."

Outwardly, Crowley showed no signs of emotion. But inside, he felt icy fear shoot through his veins. "Everyone hates my mother. Myself included. I'm afraid you've wasted your time here."

Fiona spoke up, her voice small but determined. "I don't think we have."

She tossed something Crowley couldn't see into a bowl of ingredients, and in the smoke he saw his meetings with his mother. Crowley shrugged his shoulders.

"So what? It's my kingdom, and I can do as I please."

"It's not your kingdom. Not anymore." A faceless demon declared. Crowley looked amused.

"Really? Who's going to take it from me?"

"Our father. You're nothing more than a child playing pretend."

"Am I now?"

"You soon will be." The two witches chorused. Fiona got down on her knees by a second bowl, full of ingredients, and Annabel began to speak the spell along with her.

"Invenire abscondit intra detrahere stolidae superbiae et ducite eum ad vivum cum primum clamamus fata mutari elit!"

Crowley's mind translated the words easily, and they made him panic.

find the child hid inside,

strip him of his foolish pride,

take him back to when he was first alive

And let his fate be changed right now we cry!

Just as Fiona put the final touch on the spell, both she and Annabel were thrown against the wall. Rowena and the Winchesters arrived simultaneously. Rowena's eyes were fierce and blazing.

"Get away from my boy." She hissed, holding them to the wall. Iron chains hanging on the wall moved by themselves to capture the two witches and render them powerless. Feeling that they were sufficiently incapacitated, she turned to her son, who had collapsed to the floor, and looked as though he was having a seizure. "Fergus? Fergus, can you hear me?" She asked, worriedly. He didn't answer her. Then, she saw the ingredients in the bowl Fiona had and gasped in horror.

"No..." she whispered. Before she could react any further, she heard it. The sound that had changed her life. The cry of her newborn son. In the same instant, someone swept him into their arms and was running quickly away from her. It was the final nightmare. She started to run for him when suddenly someone was restraining her from behind. Dean started running after him, but the demon was too quick. She could see the red faced baby screaming and crying, and felt the sound in her very soul. Then, they stopped running, and she knew they were about to leave. Her heart went into overdrive as she tried to fight her way out of the iron grasp holding her, and let out a heart-wrenching shriek.

"NO!"

Then, just like that, he was gone.

There was only a moment of silence before Rowena was filled with an overwhelming, fulminating rage unlike anything she had ever felt before. She felt strength flowing through her like a tidal wave of pure power. Her vision grew red, and she tasted copper pennies in her mouth from biting her tongue so hard. Then, with a shriek of angry defiance, she elbowed her attacker in the face, still holding the witches to the wall with her mind. She looked at every demon in the room with a look so deadly, it made each one of them squirm. Using every ounce of power she could spare, she used a variant of her personal demon-killing spell to kill every single demon in the room at once.

Then, satisfied with their execution, she turned her attention to the two witches she had imprisoned in chains.

It was time to make them talk.