Author's Note: Hey guys! So In case you didn't see the notice in the last chapter, I found out that chapter 24 was actually missing and that I posted 25 instead. So if you read chapter 24 BEFORE 2/26/17, please go check it out now that it is correct. Sorry for the mix up guys! Enjoy this chapter!

Rowena MacLeod made her way into hell, carrying Fergus back into the nursery and laying him down for a nap. This had been the longest he had been gone to date, but she wasn't as worried about it as she could have been. Now that she knew he had a way out, she knew he'd be fine. She brought a baby monitor with her and left the other one attached to the crib, that way she'd know if he woke up. She had never left him alone while he was a baby for an extended period of time before. Sure, maybe to get some food or clean up in the bathroom, but nothing that didn't involve being more than two hundred feet away maximum and nothing that took more than twenty minutes at a stretch. She hoped that she wouldn't have to be gone too long, but she wanted to get the ingredients for the spell before Fergus either woke up or came back. And even then she wasn't sure what she would tell him once he was back to normal. She hoped that she had earned his trust enough that he would trust her to do the spell correctly.

She closed the nursery door before walking quickly down the hall before she went to a nearby shop that specialized In Wiccan supplies. She picked up the necessary taper candle, A large glass bowl that had a specialized coating to keep it pristine no matter what came into it, some holy water (She could have used regular water, but thought it might be better to make sure the demons couldn't get their paws on it), and salt. She paid for her items quickly before racing back to hell. She couldn't bear to be apart from her son for too long a time. When she finally reached the nursery and went inside, she was pleased to find him still asleep. She knew that time worked differently down here and was thankful that he hadn't woken up yet.

As if sensing his mother's return, Crowley awoke, cooing quietly. Rowena smiled and gathered him up in her arms.

"Hello sleepy boy. Did you miss me?" She crooned. He ignored her, busying himself with the necklace she was wearing. She fixed him a bottle and sat in the rocking chair to feed him. He looked up at her as he nursed at the nipple in his mouth, one hand still playing with her necklace. She sang to him quietly, and enjoyed the bonding moment between them. When things were still and quiet, she felt a deeper connection with her son. When the bottle was empty she got up to put it away, but was suddenly blinded by a flash of light as her son turned back at last.

She turned around and set the bottle down before smiling at her son.

"Welcome back, Fergus." She said, chuckling to herself as he rolled his eyes at her.

"I'm Crowley, Mummy. Do you really think the other demons are going to respect a king named Fergus?"

"If you put the fear of God in them, then yes." She said, and snorted at her own joke. He half smiled at her.

"What have I missed?" He asked.

Rowena felt dread settle into the pit of her stomach. She had thought of a million ways on how to break the news to her son, but her fear of his reaction had convinced her that every single method was wrong. There was no easy way to do this, no way to sugar coat the words she was about to speak. Her fear for her son, as well as her fear of his reaction rendered her silent for a few seconds, and told Crowley that something had definitely happened while he had been gone.

"What is it?"

Rowena tried to choose her words carefully as she tried to swallow the lump forming in her throat, but only got rid of part of it.

"We found a spell to remove the effects of the spell."

"We?" He echoed.

"The Winchesters found it. But I'll be performing it."

She didn't sound triumphant or victorious as she normally would when something like this had occurred. Something wasn't right here. She was holding back something from him. And judging from her expression, it was utterly awful.

"Then what's stopping you?"

"What do you mean?"

"Something else is making you hesitate. What is it?" He asked. She smiled at him for a half second before looking down at the floor.

"If I make one mistake on the spell, it could completely erase you from existence."

Crowley sat down in the rocking chair and ran a hand down his face. "Bloody hell." He said with a sigh. Rowena stepped toward him

"I already lost you once, Fergus. I cannot handle losing you again and knowing that it was all my fault.

He looked up at her in surprise for just a second before standing up. "But it wouldn't be your fault."

She looked at her son, confused. "What?"

"Mummy, you're the only person who knows me that's ever really cared about me, much less tried to save my life for selfless reasons. If I don't make it, it's not because of you. You will have tried. That's more than anyone has ever done for me. And I know that you're going to save me. You're the most powerful witch there is. How can you not?"

Rowena smiled. It was the highest praise he had ever given her. She kissed his cheek.

"Come on. I'll show you what I've learned."

Smiling a little, Crowley followed his mother out of the nursery and went back to her home, where she showed him what supplies she'd gathered and the way she would perform the spell when it finally came time to put his faith in her to the test. Rowena couldn't help smiling. Now that he'd voiced his confidence in her abilities, she grinned. Maybe everything would work out alright after all.