The two days leading up to the full moon seemed to Pass by in a blur. When Rowena wasn't trying to prepare for the spell, she spent as much time with her son as possible. Especially during his periods of infancy, knowing that she would never get the chance to care for him in that way once the spell was done ever again. She savored those moments like nothing else. The Winchesters checked in periodically, but for the most part they were left be. When they day finally came, anxiety hung thickly in the air. Rowena felt nerves jumping on her at every turn. She tried to remind herself that her son believed in her and would love her no matter what happened, but knowing that his life was in her hands was a terrifying prospect. She spent hours that day trying to make everything perfect for the spell. She picked a spot in the outdoors, in a grassy field where no one would dare go in the dead of night. She knew she had to do the spell herself, but the WInchester's and Castiel had insisted on coming. They said it was for moral support, but she didn't believe that for a minute. They were here to watch her crash and burn. They all gathered in the field, holding candles to light the way. Only when the moon got in the midnight alignment did she finally begin.
Taking a deep cleansing breath, she began to cast the circle, feeling her fears taking hold of her as she started the process of casting the spell. But she would not let fear stop her from saving her child. She had her son stand in the middle of the circle, and put the white taper candle into the glass bowl and filled it with water so that it was almost covering the candle. She had the water level about a half inch to an inch below the candle's tip. She sprinkled the salt into the water around the candle and said:
"With salt, this water is made pure, I give it the power to heal and cure."
She imagined the water and salt glowing with a bright light. Visualizing sparks as the salt hit the water. She lit the candle and said:
"A spell was cast with baneful will, A wicked web was wrongly spun, I take away the harm and ill, I now undo what has been done."
As the candle burned, she imagined that the water was emitting positive energies that would help to reverse the spell. She let those energies build up in her circle. When the candle burned to the level of the water and sputtered out, she took it out of the water and held it horizontally with both hands. Then, she spoke again:
"This harmful spell I now negate, return things to their rightful state!"
At the last word, she broke the candle in half. As if the snapping sound were a thunderclap, she visualized the energy in her circle being released in a burst of bright energy like lightning, destroying the effects of the spell she was reversing. She snapped the candle into even smaller pieces, breaking it further, making it useless and inconsequential. She buried the candle pieces as well as any wax that dripped into the water. Pour the water in a circle around where the candle is buried. Then, she went over to her son with a branch of sage dipped with holy water and sweetgrass.
"With the herbs inside this bowl I purify your mind and soul. Let the spell that was cast here leave this body and disappear. Let the stars that fill the night cast out the darkness with rays of light. Let the spirits heed my cry and let the evil in this circle die. Save the one I purify tonight so sayeth I!"
She splashed him in a cruciform pattern, Then grabbed a small clay bowl and set the branch inside. She took a candle from Castiel and used it to light the branch on fire and watched it burn. When the air smelled of sage and the flames died down, she watched as the smoke took on a life of it's own, twisting itself around her son's body, purifying him of the remnants of the spell. When the smoke turned blue, she grinned. It was working. The blue smoke lit up as brightly as the stars, and encased him in a brilliant light. When the light died and the smoke finally cleared she began the ritual of closing the circle.
She drew a banishing pentagram in the air while standing in the center of the circle.
"Guardians of the East, South, West and North. Powers of Earth, Air, Fire, and Water I thank you for joining in my circle and I ask your blessings are you depart. May peace be between us now and forever. Blessed Be!"
Once the rite was ending, she faced North, held the wand up and said:
"Farewell, Spirit of the North. I give thanks for your presence here. Go in power and love."
"Farewell, Spirit of the East. I give thanks for your presence here. Go in power and love."
"Farewell, Spirit of the South. I give thanks for your presence here. Go in power and love."
"Farewell, Spirit of the West. I give thanks for your presence here. Go in power and love."
When she was finally done, she took her athame and went to the North end of the circle she had cast. She pierced the energy field of the circle and brought the power into the athame. She made one last circle around each point to close it properly. When she finally returned to the Northern most point, the circle was no more, and the energies trapped inside of it were completely released.
When all was finished, she felt like she could breathe again. She had done it. She had saved her son. The curse was finally over.