Dean, Castiel, and Sam were waiting outside the room, having left while the torment was taking place. Rowena smiled at them, lingering for a moment on Castiel's face.

"I appreciate all you boys have done for me, but I think it's about time you head on home. Angus can do no harm to Fergus or myself anymore. Thank you for your assistance, but I'd like some time alone with my son."

The three of them nodded and proceeded to murmur a few goodbyes before heading out of hell and going back to the bunker.

When they were completely gone, Rowena turned to her son, concerned. "Fergus, what happened earlier?" She asked.

Crowley furrowed his brow. "What do you mean, Mummy?"

"Something distracted you while I was talking to your father. What was it?"

"It was… strange."

"What was it?"

"When you were talking to him in that high voice it was like I couldn't stop the urge to do childish things."

"Why didn't you just say so? I may be old but I'm not senile yet."

"Would you want to say something like that with Moose, Squirrel, and Feathers around?"

"…Fair point." She sighed. "Come along, Fergus. Let's see what the damage is today."

She led him back to the nursery, which had been placed under an enchantment by her to make sure no one but herself or Fergus could come in or out. She shut the door once he was safely inside. When she turned around, she was surprised.

As soon as he entered the nursery, the urge that had faded earlier came back with ten times the strength as it had before. Before he could stop himself or even wonder what in the world was happening to him his thumb was in his mouth. A voice inside of his head, the one that had told him to suck his thumb earlier, started talking to him again. The first time it had been subtle, but now it was blaring like a radio turned up to the highest volume. Before he could obey it or not he found himself being turned to completely face his mother.

Rowena wasn't off put by what she had seen. In fact, she had anticipated that something like this would come along. She had just imagined it happening sooner than later. She could see in her son's eyes that he was embarrassed and wanted to stop, but she hushed him quietly.

"it's alright, Fergus. Don't worry. Mummy will fix everything. Just sit down and be a good boy for me, okay?"

Crowley's mind felt far away and fuzzy again, but he heard his Mummy's instructions. She needed him to be a good boy, so he would try and be good for her for as long as he could. It was getting hard to stand up though, so he sat down on the floor instead.

Smiling at her son, she pulled a small velvet bag and poured some of the content in her hands. It was a mix of sand, ashes, crushed crystal bits, some bones, and ground up stones. She leaned over her boy and gently blew the mixture around him.

At first nothing happened, but then the aura around him began to turn blue.

Rowena sucked in a breath.

"Oh my… Oh my wee boy… Oh, why is this happening to you?" She whispered.

The powder was used to reveal the severity of her son's condition. A green aura meant that his condition would not deteriorate further. Yellow meant an occasional flare up, but nothing too severe. Red meant that several slip ups would occur, possibly ending in permanent damage.

But blue, blue meant that the flare ups would come in cycles, closer and closer until he would be unable to tell them apart. The spell might have well not been reversed at all for all the good it did, and she had to find a way to keep the spell at bay.

Crowley looked up at his mother. He couldn't understand what she was saying, but it sounded funny, so he giggled. But his joy was quickly gone as he saw the devastation cross his mother's face and voice. He felt his eyes welling up with uncontrollable tears. When one finally made it's way down his face and he sniffled, his mother looked down at him and her heart broke. She watched him shrink down to an infant's size and scooped him up into her arms, bouncing him gently.

"Oh Fergus, It's okay. Mummy's right here, sweetheart. It's alright. Everything's fine, baby." She soothed as she took him over to the changing table and got him dressed in a diaper and a onesie. She took him back into her arms and sat in a rocking chair in the corner, rocking and humming to her little one. She remembered wishing just before her sacrifice how much she wanted to have time with Fergus at this age. Now she was getting her wish, but at a terrible price. But there was no time to wallow in her guilt. That would come later once her baby was back to normal. For now it Was time to enjoy what she had. She leaned down and nuzzled his velvety soft skin, kissing his forehead and smiling when he giggled. His little hand reached up and patted her cheek and she pressed it to her, feeling the warmth of herself and her baby in their own little world. No matter what else happened to her in this life, she knew she would always remember this moment as her own small taste of heaven. When her son's mouth opened in a tiny "o" shape as he yawned, Rowena watched in fascination as he moved, marveling at every tiny kick and flutter. His thumb found it's way into his mouth and he started to fall asleep to the sound of his mother's gentle humming. Rowena could have placed him in his crib, but she chose to hold him instead and gain a moment of peace with him that she could stow away in her heart and mind for a rainy day. She smiled as her child drifted off into sleep, and vowed silently to him and to herself that she would save him yet.