Hours later, Crowley was combing through the men of letters books, searching through their archives to try and find anything they had about resurrecting the dead. Castiel had already realized there was nothing he could do because Rowena would have been sent to Purgatory instead of heaven or hell, and there was no way he was going back there. With Sam and Dean unable to do more than look through books due to being helplessly mortal, it was up to him and him alone to resurrect his mother.

As he looked through the books, his mother's words from the Lapis Lazuli Crystal echoed in his mind.

"…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."

Obviously Mummy hadn't known about Lucifer being only half the problem, but the rest of her words kept coming back to him.

"My blood inside of you... you have the power inside to stop Lucifer... Remember what I taught you..."

She thought that he could defeat Lucifer. Her blood ran through his veins, which meant that maybe, just maybe, he could be a witch too. Well, a warlock anyways. Now he just needed a spell to test the theory.

After hours of searching, he found a spell.

He gathered all the items necessary for the spell: one altar cloth, a glass jar, Hieroglyphics, Symbols of Osiris, Heart and blood of an animal, 4 white candles, and Holy water.

A living animal sacrifice was required, so 1-2 days before the ritual he went to a forest that was near a source of running water. He took a large male deer with him. Then, he near the source of running water (a small stream he'd found two hundred years ago while resting after making off with some priceless valuables.) with all the items he'd gathered together laid out on the altar cloth in front of him, he chanted:

"Adoni, Helumnay, Peenay. Adoni, Helumnay, Peenay. The gods do command theefrom thy majesty. Oh mapulamun. Adoni, Helumnay, Peenay, come forward blessed one. Now know your calling, come forward oh blessed one."

As soon as the deer was in front of him, he stabbed it until it was dead, catching the blood in an urn while carefully avoiding the heart.

Two days went by at a creeping pace. Crowley found himself getting more anxious by the day. But he tried to keep himself busy by gathering the other few things he needed for the rest of the spell.

Then, taking everything with him, he transported himself and four witches whom he blackmailed into helping him to his mother's grave back in Scotland. Some hundred years ago she'd faked her death to escape persecution, and had this headstone resurrected with her name on it. It was here that he'd sent her body on that fateful day when he'd realized that she'd died. He stroked the stone affectionately. He was no true witch, but with his mother's blood and belief in him, maybe he could make this work. He waited until the clock struck midnight. Then, with great retinence, he listened as Natalya, the most powerful witch of the bunch, said:

"Accept our humble gratitude for your offering: in death you give life, may you find wings to the kingdom."

With that Crowley cut out the heart of the animal with as much blood as he could. It was said in the book that Osiris will test the caster to see if they are worthy. Performed with 5 people, the most powerful witch faced the grave stone, while the other four people held lit candles on each side of the grave. The most powerful witch, Natalya, then poured the blood into the urn, and spoke.

"Osiris, keeper of the gate, master of all fate, hear us!" The witch dabbed her finger into the blood and made a line going down her forehead, and one on each cheek facing inward. Then she continued on. "Before time and after, before knowing and nothing." Natalya then poured all the blood from the urn onto the grave. Then she shouted into the night: "Accept our offering, know our prayer, Osiris. Here lies Rowena MacLeod of the people. Please let her cross over, Osiris, let her cross over!"

The five of them then waited. Crowley found himself getting antsy as the minutes began to tick by. The wind whipping through the night air began to howl, and some of the candles puffed out. Crowley sent the other four witches away, but thanked Natalya for her service before she left. Then, he stood by his mother's grave, and ran his hand over the stone. Maybe he just wasn't as good of a Warlock as she'd hoped he would be. He had let his mother down twice in one day. And still yet, he'd let himself down. He had dared to hope, dared to believe that maybe, just maybe he could revive the one person who might be able to help him. What a fool he was to think that war. The thought made him sigh as his hopes became dashed.

"I'm sorry, Mummy. I guess I just didn't have enough of your blood inside of me to make me a good witch. I tried. I really did try. But it just wasn't enough this time. I'm sorry."

"Do you always apologize to a headstone when you're feeling down on yourself?"

At the sound of the familiar voice, Crowley's head snapped up and he gasped ever so slightly as he whirled around to face the stranger who was all too familiar to him.

"Mummy?"

From out of the shadows into the pale moonlight stepped a cloaked figure. Pulling the hood of the cloak down, Rowena's smiling face was revealed.

"Hello, Fergus. Did you miss me?"