Sam and Dean Winchester felt disturbed as they entered the bunker alongside Rowena. Capturing her to force her into helping Dean was one thing, but willingly helping her get the King Of Hell back was something entirely different. Although it felt awkward, they could see the wisdom in her actions. Crowley may have been bad, but at least he helped them on occasion. Lucifer back in charge of hell was the worst possible outcome of the situation.
While the two of them took their time coming inside, Rowena was already down the staircase before they even went through the door. She paced back and forth in a circle as panic filled her chest. She had to find her son now before it was too late. She tried to concentrate on ways to do that, but she couldn't help replaying his abduction over and over again in her mind. The sound of his cry, the Demon taking him away, and the moment they both vanished. Now that she had answers and some time to think it through, her guilt was on the rise. She should have gotten there sooner. She should have saved him. The more she thought about it the more she felt like she was about to lose it. So she turned to the Winchester brothers.
"Is there a place where I can freshen up?" She asked, forcing a smile.
Sam directed her to a guest room with a connecting bathroom. He shut the door to give her privacy but asked Castiel to keep an eye on her.
Rowena shut the door to the bathroom and walked over to the mirror, supporting herself with the sides of the sink. She looked at herself in loathing, criticisms of herself and her being unable to protect her child running in circles in her mind. She felt the harsh words chipping at an invisible dam in her brain. When it finally broke, she began to cry harshly, braying huge horse sobs but trying to be quiet at the same time. When she couldn't support herself anymore she collapsed to her knees, holding her chest as her tears expunged her guilt. She leaned against the door and tried to calm herself down.
When a few minutes passed with no sound from Rowena, Castiel went inside to investigate. When she wasn't in the room he was about to go and look for her when he heard a noise coming from the bathroom. He walked over and put an ear to the door and heard her sobbing. This was a conundrum he had never thought he'd face. Comforting a villainess. He knocked on the door, and heard Rowena gasp slightly.
"Rowena?" He asked uncertainly.
"What is it, feathers?" She asked.
"Are you uh... alright?"
"I'm fine." She said, picking herself up from the floor. She wiped her tears away and fixed her makeup before coming out. "Let's go."
Waiting in the Library, Sam and Dean privately ruminated over what they'd seen. Dean kept seeing the torment of the other two witches, and the methods she used on them. But Sam saw something entirely different. Rowena's scream from when the demon took Crowley away rang in his ears, and he kept seeing the way she looked. The utter and complete devastation on her face convinced him that despite her many protests to the contrary, she loved her son. Both of their thought processes were interrupted when Castiel and Rowena entered the library.
Rowena spoke first with great haste. "Alright boys, we have to find Fergus quickly and reverse the spell before we can go after Lucifer."
"Why?" Asked Dean. Rowena rolled her eyes.
"Because after a point the spell becomes permanent."
"How long do we have?" Sam asked.
"That's the problem. I don't know. It varies depending on how it's cast. To be on the safe side we ought to set a goal of finding him within forty eight hours."
Castiel stepped forward. "Where do we start?"
Rowena went over to the world map in the other room and pointed.
"Right there in Arizona."
In a flash of memory, the three men recalled Fiona's hex-induced admission.
"She said he was in a warehouse, right?" Dean said, walking over to the map himself. Rowena nodded.
"Aye. But she didn't say where it was."
"Don't you have a way to track him down?"
"Of course I do! But I need supplies to cast it. I need eight candles of different colors, a map, and a photo of my son to make it work."
"Done." Said Dean. "I'll go find some candles."
"I'll get another map." Sam jumped up from his spot to go look for one, leaving Castiel and Rowena alone.
"I don't believe what you said before." Castiel said. "You're not okay."
"That's my problem, fluff. Not yours."
"It became my problem the second you prayed to me."
"I don't know what you think you'll get from this. What do you want?"
"I want to hear you admit you love your son."
"That's ridiculous." She scoffed. "I don't love anything."
"Really? The way you reacted in the throne room when he was taken could have fooled me."
Rowena's eyes widened fractionally, and she felt violated suddenly. Like he was reading her diary. Before she could reply, the Winchester brothers returned with the necessary supplies, and Rowena put her tit for tat with Castiel aside.
She placed the candles in a ring, around the map in order of color, starting pointing east, and going clockwise. She wrapped the picture in something Fergus had written. She pulled a piece of paper he'd written on from her dress. She got the thought form in the middle. She lit the candles starting with red and ending with blue, visualizing the chakra relevant to color and imbued the candle with the color as she lit it. She chanted the following as she lit the red one:
"By the fire of his soul, I call candle light to guide me, so that Fergus must be found." She lit the ball of words and pictures in the candle, and let it burn with the candle for a moment.
Once the red candle was lit, she lit the next with the ball of words and pictures, giving each a specific way to help.
"By the Stars in his soul, I call Starlight to guide me, so that Fergus must be found."
She lit the candle and let the flaming ball linger a moment, and then chanted again:
"By the scent of his soul, I call smell to guide me, so that Fergus must be found."
She lit the next candle and let the flaming ball linger another moment, then spoke.
"By the heart of his soul, I call instinct to guide me, so that Fergus must be found.
She lit the candle and let the flaming ball linger a moment and continued in the same manner.
She lit the final candle and placed the ball in middle of map, as the map began to catch fire. She then created a thoughtform while holding the ball, and watched the map burn until it left one small piece of the map left. She looked at an enlarged version and found the only warehouses in old Scottsdale.
She looked up at the boys.
"Let's get a move on, then." She said, heading toward the garage. The three of them shared a look before following her out.