Crowley Knew the course of action that he wanted to take, but he knew it was a risk. He had to talk to the only person besides his mother who might have the answer: the former head of the Grand Coven, Olivette, who was now transfigured into a hamster in his throne room. But going into hell now was dangerous. Lucifer's followers had gained more ground in hell since his transfiguration, and his supporters were either switching sides for their own protection or fleeing altogether. Now that his followers were preparing for an uprising, it would only be a matter of time before he was let out of the cage. He had to create a diversion. So, with a little planning, Castiel, Sam, and Dean snuck down there to begin a full fledged attack on Lucifer's forces. Castiel would still keep his promise to his brother. He would not kill the demons- Dean and Sam would. He would just disarm them long enough to make them vulnerable. He waited until the throne room was empty, then teleported himself inside.

Olivette was still in her cage, running endlessly on her wheel with her tiny necklace still on. He sat by her cage.

"Hello, Olivette." He said, smiling. "It's been quite a while since our last little chat. I was hoping you might know a little something about someone from Mother's past. Does the name Angus McAdams mean anything to her that you know of?"

Olivette squeaked. Crowley frowned slightly.

"I can't ask Mummy. She won't talk to me about it." He lied.

Olivette made another squealing noise. Crowley spoke to her impatiently.

"Yes yes, I know. Typical. Now can you help me or not?" He was anxious to get out of there.

He listened to her squeaks for a few minutes, translating her words into English while gripping the crystal in his hand. From that sensation, he could tell that she was telling the truth, and listened to the story unravel.

"Almost four hundred years ago, your mother was the daughter of a tanner, who was nothing like she is today. She was very shy and quiet, and she had a lot of talent at magic but was counseled to keep it quiet by her parents. When she was eighteen, her parents hired a farm hand named Angus McAdams to help with some of the more difficult labor. When she first laid eyes on him she fell head over heels in love. He was charming, smart, and handsome. He was everything that she could have ever wanted in a man. They courted for a while before they scraped together enough money and supplies to live together, so they moved to a small village. Somewhere along the line, things went wrong. He got uninterested, I guess. Your mother never told me or anyone what exactly happened. But he ended up leaving her. But when he left, she changed. She wanted to learn more about magic. She found our Coven and she wanted in. She seemed desperate to get into the group at the time. So we took her in. The more she learned the more confident and cocky she got. The more cocky she got, the more she thought she deserved to be the Coven's superstar. Her magic got more reckless and too extreme, and she had you, so we expelled her. But before she could do anything else to the Coven, she was forced to leave her hometown. And that's all I know."

"And the man? Angus? Do you know where he went?"

Olivette squeaked again. "She didn't say."

"You're sure?"

The former high priestess nodded.

"Very well. Thank you for your time, Olivette." He said, getting up. She squeaked her protests, begging him to have his mother turn her back, but he ignored her. He had bigger matters to attend to. He transported himself, Castiel, Dean, and Sam all back to the outside of the bunker with a snap of his fingers.

When they finally got inside, Crowley went straight for the booze. Though he could tell Olivette had been telling the truth earlier, he knew he was missing the most important piece of the puzzle. He needed to know what changed in Angus to find the missing link between him and his mother. But since his mother had never revealed that to anyone, they were pretty much back to square one. Castiel came in behind him with his coat a bit torn, but looking no worse for the wear. Sam and Dean, however, came in with black eyes, cuts, and bruises covering them. Dean's upper lip looked swollen and Sam was limping slightly as he walked.

"Well? Did you get it?" Asked Dean, pulling two beers from the fridge and tossing one to Sam.

"Yes and no." Said Crowley, drowning his emotions with a bit of bourbon.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Asked Sam.

"Yes, I got Olivette talking. She told me everything she knew, and it was entirely truthful."

"But?" Supplied Castiel. Crowley sighed.

"But she didn't know what happened to make him hate her. She just said that Angus seemed to get uninterested and leave her. But she didn't know why exactly. Mum never told anyone that part apparently."

Dean flopped backward onto one of the couches. "Great. So we've got nothing."

"I wouldn't go that far, squirrel."

Dean looked over at Crowley. "What do you mean?"

"We know that he left her at eighteen. We know his name. We know that Mum is the only one who knows why he left her in the first place. And we know that he was a mortal, which means he's passed on by now. If I search Hell and feathers searches heaven, we can find him and find out what happened between them if he talks." But then, another idea occurred to him. "Or..."

"Or?" Echoed Dean.

Crowley smiled at them. "Gentleman, we're going to find a way to bring my mother back from the dead."