For the second time in at least as many days Rowena found herself inside the Winchester's bunker. There weren't enough words in the dictionary to explain how much she utterly loathed the place, but today she would have to swallow her words and suck it up, otherwise they might not let her browse through the few confiscated spell books they had. Despite their rarity, the few she found were from witch covens all over the world. England, Australia, Scotland, and America. One or two were in foreign languages. Sam was currently running all of the spells listed through a translator for her.

It wasn't difficult to gain their cooperation this time. She swore that if they helped her cure her son she would assist them in taking Lucifer down when the time came. Desperate to save her child, she had agreed, making the choice that could be her moment of glory or of shame. Now, flipping through another book and finding nothing, she slammed her palm on the page in frustration. She inhaled deeply and counted to three, trying to calm herself down. It would do her no good to get upset now. Besides, if she got upset it would only make Fergus upset.

She ruefully recalled his waking in the nursery earlier. She had no idea what caused it, but her son had burst into tears without warning and had been almost inconsolable. She tried everything she could think of to fix the problem- feedings, a changing, baths, and lullabies, but nothing seemed to work. That was when she remembered that he had used to get colic all the time when he was an actual infant. Thankfully in the three hundred years since that period another witch had invented a spell to remove that from him. One little incantation later and he was happy and smiling again. It was more than she could say for herself.

She loathed being here with the Winchesters and their Angel attack dog. She had little patience for their do-the-right-thing-the-right-way attitude, especially when it came to her son. She was ashamed that she'd brought him here in his current state (she was almost positive they might use this ailment to blackmail him into helping them with something later) but she hadn't had any other option. She had to come here to find the books and it wasn't like she could leave him alone in the nursery in his current condition. She knew she would never forgive herself if something happened to him while she was careless enough to leave him on his own.

Deciding to take a small break, she turned around to where Fergus was sitting in a playpen nearby. She had put a few soft toys in there for him to play with while she worked. It had been about half an hour since she put him in and somehow she hadn't been disturbed yet. A part of her told her that she shouldn't stop if he was still calm, but she couldn't help herself. She picked him up under the armpits and settled him on her hip.

"How's my wee boy today?" She crooned. He giggled and it made her grin. "How about you and I have a bit of fun, hmmm?" She said, bouncing him gently. She looked over at the book she'd been thumbing through and pointed to it with her index finger. "Et volant sursum."

The book, placed spine up on the table in front of her, lifted up in the air a few inches before it began flapping it's covers in an attempt to fly. It zoomed overhead just out of Fergus' reach. He stared at it in awe and reached up to it, laughing loudly. The sound was so delicious it made Rowena join in and enchant a few more books just to see the wonder on his face. She couldn't help the grin that crossed her face as she listened to his squeals of delight. She beamed at her son, happy that he was having so much fun. When he wiggled and squirmed happily in her grip it made her smile widen. This was by far the most rewarding feeling she had ever experienced.

She wondered how she could have missed this the first time around. How had she not felt his joy? How could she have not felt this sense of purpose? She tried thinking back to that time in her life, but it was like trying to see through murky water. That time in her life had long since passed. Trying to remember that way of thinking was like trying to drive a car by pedaling a bike. It made absolutely no sense to her now. The clarity and enlightenment that she had felt since repairing her relationship with her son had made that way of thinking obsolete. She knew that she would never go back to the way things were before.

Dean walked through the threshold of the library and ducked, narrowly dodging being hit by a flying book.

"What the hell is going on in here?!" He asked.

"Oh put a cork in it, feòrag." She said. "Let my boy enjoy himself."

"feòrag?" He asked, eyebrows shooting up in surprise.

"Scottish for 'squirrel'."

"Taking a page from Crowley's book, huh?"

"Clever word play."

Dean nodded, then turned to Sam. "Where are we with this?"

"Nowhere, that's where. I can't find anything about how to get rid of this."

"There's got to be something we can do! He can't stay like this forever!" She said, stressed. Sensing her rising anxiety, Fergus patted her cheek with his tiny hand. She smiled at him as Sam turned the page of the book.

"Wait," Said Sam. Rowena looked up at the change in his tone, as did Dean. "I think I might have found something."

"Well go on, let's have it then." She said, holding her son close.

"It removes the spell itself from the person effected." He said. Something in his voice told her there was a qualification coming.

"But?" She asked. He looked up at her.

"If we make even the slightest mistake it could make the effects worse. He would regress further and further until he didn't exist anymore."

Rowena instinctively held her son tighter. She felt his hand on her cheek and looked down at him. His blue eyes bored into her, trying to seemingly reassure her that everything would be alright. With that look, she made her decision. She looked up at Sam determinedly.

"Let's do it."