"Remind me again why we have to take my baby all the way to Arizona when you can just teleport us there?" Dean griped as he climbed into the driver's seat.

"I told you, I don't have enough supplies for it. Now shut your gob and drive." Rowena said, slamming the door shut.

Dean gave her a nasty glare and sighed. It was going to be one long seventeen hour drive. Both Sam and Dean expected fussing from Rowena, who'd been known to pitch fits over less, but she was entirely quiet the entire ride there.

Her thoughts were entirely focused on her son's fate. She could feel time slipping through her fingers. Very soon the spell cast upon him could become permanent, and then what would she do? Unconsciously, she fiddled with the necklace at the hollow of her neck. Her nightmares replayed in the back of her mind, making her fear rise in her chest. Her fingers went to her phone as they had when she had first had the nightmares, but this time her heart sank at the idea that he wouldn't be able to answer her. Castiel, noticing her quiescent behavior, looked at her suspiciously, but didn't say anything. Not while Sam and Dean were in the car, at least. When they got out of the car, he turned to Rowena.

"You're too quiet." He remarked calmly.

"There's nothing for me to talk about. My son is in danger and I'm stuck riding in this car with people who loathe him and me. There is no worse place for me to be than here."

"Then why are you here?"

"Because my son needs me. I may hate you and your buddies, and sometimes even my own son, but no one messes with my blood and gets away with it unharmed."

Castiel nodded and decided not to push any further.

The road trip continued until they finally reached The warehouses. They parked across the street in a dusty lot, and filed out of the car.

"So how do we find Crowley?" Asked Dean.

"With this." Said Rowena, holding out the lapis lazuli crystal. It was designed to show her the truth of any situation. "Come along, boys." She said, holding the crystal tightly in one fist. She followed her gut through a maze of large buildings. It was like wading through a grey-dipped universe. Dean began to complain that they were lost, but Rowena silenced him. She knew what she was doing.

Just when Dean suggested they give up, she heard it. The cry that had changed her life. Her eyes widened and she stopped breathing for a moment before she started running full speed toward the sound. The spark of love inside of her was raging into a fire that would not be put out. No one was going to stop her from saving her baby. She saw a broken window and climbed up onto the ledge. Looking down, she saw her son in a crib, with two demon body guards watching him. She had to do something now.

Her mind formulated a plan, and she jumped from the window into the building. She made almost no noise as she landed. She distracted the guards with a spell that made noises around the house. Then, quietly as a mouse, she whispered an incantation that would levitate Fergus from the crib. Carefully, she made sure she silenced his cries before levitating him over the bars and toward her. He was two feet from her arms when the guards finally turned around.

"Hey! Stop her!" One shouted. She closed the two feet between them and snatched Fergus into her arms. Then, something exploded in the warehouse, and the resulting shockwaves caused Rowena to be thrown backward against the wall. Her body curved protectively over the infant in her arms as she looked up in a daze. Reality came back to her in a rush and she scrambled to her feet, Running for her life and her son's. she didn't care that her legs were burning, or that her dress had torn at some point during the trip. Her son was all that mattered now. She was ten feet from the exit when someone suddenly grabbed her and put something around her neck. Her breath caught in her throat.

It was a witchcatcher.

Just as Sam, Dean, and Cas entered, one of the demons handed her a knife.

"Take this and kill your son."

"What?! NO!" She screamed, but her traitor arm was already reaching for the knife. Tears started leaking from her eyes as her arm reached higher and higher, preparing to strike, but it trembled, her will to save her child battling with the will of the witchcatcher to do as she was told.

Then, just as she was about to move her arm, Fergus' eyes opened and she froze. His bright blue eyes were looking up at her, just as they had the day he was born. In that instant she saw the reality of the situation. The spark, a raging fire before, was now a meteor, it covered everything and everything. The love inside of her for her child multiplied a thousand fold every instant, and it made her realize that she was wrong. Love wasn't weakness. Love was strength. And her love for her son was stronger than any object.

The knife was still in the air. Barely a second had passed. Everything looked the same, but Rowena was completely different. She brought the knife down in a shining arc, but turned so it stabbed the demon in the stomach instead of her son, killing him instantly. In the background of the warehouse she heard Castiel casting out demons, and One of the Winchesters was getting the witchcatcher off of her. When she was finally free, she looked down at her son, and put a hand on his cheek. He grabbed her index finger as she bounced him gently in her arms, and a smile stretched across her face. She kissed him on the forehead.

"It's alright, Fergus. Mummy's right here, and I'm not going anywhere. I promise."