As if sensing his mother's passing, Crowley began to cry. Sam and Dean looked at each other, confused when nothing happened. But then they realized that the bowl might not have had enough blood in it, so they were content to wait. Five minutes passed with nothing.

Then, a brilliant white light encased the baby. Even Castiel had to look away. When the three looked back, Crowley was in his usual vessel, fully clothed, with red eyes. It was a relief.

When Crowley opened his eyes, he was confused. A moment ago he had been in his throne room, and now he was... where was he? He moved to help sit up when he felt something on his hand. When he turned to see what it was, his eyes widened in surprise.

There lay his mother, who looked pale. Too pale. He'd seen it before in people who slit their wrists. There was blood all over one arm, but the other was perfectly fine. He stared at her for a long while, a dozen emotions flying through his mind and body. What had she done?

Shock set in. He couldn't quite understand what had happened. Then, he saw something sparkling next to her, and looked at it. It was a lapis lazuli crystal. Mother had taught him that crystals could be used to find answers, so he hoped she wasn't lying. He tore his eyes away from his mother's body and looked for a light. There was only one light on in the place. It was an old yellow overhead lamp, but it was the best he had. He held the crystal up. The light made it glitter like a rainbow, but then suddenly a white light shined from the top, and an image of his mother appeared. She smiled, looking at him in a way she never had before, and it made him wonder what the hell he'd missed.

"Hello Fergus." She said, looking at him. "If you're getting this message then it means that I'm not alive to give it to you in person. I'm sorry about that. But Annabel and Fiona thought they could get rid of you by turning you back into a wee bairn. The antidote required enough blood from your kin to take a life, and I didn't have enough time to save you and myself. So I picked you, like I should have for my entire life. You taught me something, Fergus. I thought that loving you was being weak. But I was wrong. Love is power. And there is no love more powerful than a mother's love for her child. I should have seen that centuries ago. But I only saw it when I had to protect you. You are my son, Fergus. You have my blood inside of you, no matter how much you change on the outside. I know you have the power inside to stop Lucifer. Remember what I have taught you, stay focused on the task at hand, and you'll be sending him right back to the cage in no time. And don't worry. I'm sure one day very soon we'll see each other again." She promised. She reached out a hand as if to caress his face. "Goodbye my sweet wee boy. Go and do me proud." With one last loving look, Rowena's image vanished and the crystal glowed in his hand.

Crowley stood there a minute, more than a little bewildered. There was more emotion in that speech than his mother had shown him in a lifetime. He could hear the conviction in her voice and feel the power of her words running through him like electricity. He tried to think of what had happened the past few days, but kept drawing a blank. Everything was so hazy- like trying to see through murky water. But he thought he could recall his mother smiling the way she did in the projection. She had said something comforting to him, and it had soothed him. It was a revelation. His inner self could finally be at peace because he now had what he had spent three hundred years searching for: his mother's love.

The moment was tinged bittersweet with the knowledge that he might not be able to pursue this newfound love any further anytime soon, but he would find a way to get his mother back. He wouldn't do so until Lucifer was caged or dead though, to ensure that he could never repeat the performance that had occurred in his throne room.

Now, he looked at Dean, Castiel, and Sam.

"Moose, Squirrel, Feathers, mind giving me a moment or two?" When they left the warehouse he turned to his Mother's dead body and looked at her for a moment. She looked the same and yet entirely different at the same time. He knelt beside her and held her hand.

"Quite a speech you gave, Mummy. It reminds me of the one you made the night we reconciled. I didn't believe you then. I told you that night that my trust was something that you had to earn. Today you've earned it. But as with everything, it's too late for now. I can't do anything about that for now, but I promise you I will get you back, and I will make you proud if it is the last thing I ever do."

He got up and used his powers to send his mother's body somewhere for safe keeping. He took a moment to orient himself. Taking in a deep breath, he knew it was time to get focused. He walked out of the warehouse and felt the wind blowing through his hair, and for the tiniest moment he could swear he heard his mother singing to him as a whisper in the wind, and it made him smile. He turned to Sam, Dean, and Castiel with a turned down version of his usual arrogance and said to them very seriously,

"Right then boys, let's lock Lucifer away for good."