When the circle was broken Crowley breathed a sigh of relief.

The feelings of uncertainty, the fear of not knowing when he might change, the lapses of memory. All of it was finally over, and it was thanks to his mother. He would have to find a way to thank her for this, but for now he decided to keep a level head. He gave her a wan smile to indicate his happiness to her, and then turned to their guests.

"Well, pleasurable though this visit has been, I think we could all use a good night's sleep. Don't you?"

Taking the hint, The Winchester's departed, taking Castiel with them. They promised to reconvene sometime soon to figure out what to do about Lucifer. For now though, they would resign themselves to peaceful sleep. When the trio vanished, mother and son looked at one another happily.

"Well done, Mummy." Crowley said, smoothly. Rowena grinned at him.

"Thank you, Fergus." She said. He opened his mouth to correct her, and almost did, but refrained at the last minute. He'd let her have her moment for once. He took her by the hand and back down into hell.

The throne room looked just as it had when they'd left. Chains still rattled against brick walls, and moans from the tormented residents of hell could still be heard echoing through the halls. And yet, to Crowley, strangely, it looked completely different. There was an illusion of a fresh start that seemed to transform the room. He wasn't sure why he felt that way, but it seemed to tingle in the air like electricity.

"How does it feel?" Rowena asked, startling him from his thoughts.

"What?"

"To be back where you belong?"

The words felt strange to him. Was this really where he belonged? It felt odd to be here at all. After everything that had happened, he felt he belonged somewhere else. Where, he wasn't sure. There was something empty about the place now.

"I'm not sure." The words felt pulled out of him somehow. Rowena turned to look at him.

"Is something wrong, Fergus?"

"No…" But he didn't sound sure. She decided to let it go for now. She put a hand on his back.

"I'm glad you're back." She said.

"Me too."

Rowena was about to say something when she remembered something that she needed to take care of, and it weighed down her soul. Her face dimmed noticeably. When his mother didn't reply to her, he looked and saw the look on her face. He frowned.

"Mummy?"

This time Rowena looked startled. But she quickly replaced her look with a smiling mask.

"Yes dearie?"

"Is something wrong?"

"I'm fine. I just have to do something. I'll be back in a little while." She said. Not trusting her about it, he followed her at a safe distance.

Rowena made her way down the hallway, saddened by what she realized had to happen. She used her magic to open the door to the nursery and stepped inside with a sigh. She would have to let this room go. She ran her hand down the wood of the doorframe, and looked at the room. She had put so much into this room when she created it. All her hopes and dreams for her child were laid out in this room. She had chosen every item with care, had painted the walls by her own hand. This place had been her sanctuary of motherhood. Within these walls she had learned what it truly meant to be a mother and to love her child. Now her heart ached for what had been. She had known that giving her son his life back had been the right thing to do, and she had no qualms with doing it. But now, standing in the empty nursery, she realized painfully, truthfully, that she would never get the chance to bring her baby back in here, and the thought sliced through her like a knife.

Crowley, who had watched his mother go inside the room had mixed emotions about what he saw. The times when he had been a baby were a hazy memory that he couldn't place. He had no memory of what had occurred during that time, but he could remember one thing: The feeling of being happy and safe. Those two emotions were so rare for him. It seemed someone was always threatening him, and something always managed to keep his spirits down. His memories of this room weren't perfectly clear, but he knew that in this room, he had been closer to his mother than ever before, and that he had known what it was like to experience real love- something he had been sorely missing throughout his life.

He realized that he didn't want this room to disappear. And he certainly knew that his mother didn't either. He wanted those feelings of safety, of love, and of happiness to stay. He saw that perhaps the only way he would get it would be if the room stayed. But how could he explain to his mother what he wanted, and what exactly this meant to him? Maybe this room was the reason why he felt that in the throne room of hell he just didn't belong. Out there he was just a political figure. In here he was treated like a human being.

Crowley stepped forward.

"Mummy?"

Rowena jumped about a foot in the air and put a hand over her heart as she gasped. "Fergus! What have I told you about scaring me like that?!"

"Sorry." He murmured, before getting back to the subject at hand. "You know, Mummy, there's no reason we have to get rid of this room." He said. Surprise flickered across her features, and then a smile graced her face.

"Really?"

He nodded. "It's our place." He said with an air of calm finality.

Rowena grinned put an arm around her son's shoulders. "That it is, Fergus. That it is."