The first day of age playing went extraordinarily well between mother and son. Rowena had been afraid of overstepping her bounds, especially in those first crucial hours. But the reactions that she had anticipated had never materialized. Fergus trusted her more than she had anticipated, and it eased her mind considerably. He wasn't hesitant to lean into her touch. She even got to hold him on her lap for a while. The closeness was healing for her. She kissed him without feeling that he would rebuff her. That alone was a huge step. But she held off on some of the more… eccentric ideas that she had envisioned happening. But she knew that he might soften with time.

After that day, Crowley didn't feel as embarrassed about his desires. His mother made him feel completely safe. It was a curious thing he felt. He had never felt a mother's tenderness before, at least not while as an adult, so the sensation was new, but certainly not unwelcome. He was surprised every time she touched him or kissed him, but he was happy that she was willing to do it. It was helping to foster his trust in her. Gradually, he found himself letting his guard down. His inhibitions were gradually lessening and loosening. But he knew that there were still many hurdles that they would have to overcome together.

They wanted to try and do it again, but they were both busy with the demands of Hell. Rowena had stepped up and had become a sort of advisor to her son, so the demons held her in high esteem. Between dealing with matters in hell and checking in with the Winchesters, there wasn't any time for them to be alone.

However, that didn't stop Rowena from planning their next nursery visit.

She was a pro at online shopping, so she decided to do a little bit of shopping for their newest endeavor. The wifi in hell was excellent (at some point she would have to ask her son how he got such excellent reception), and it took her almost no time at all to find what she needed. She had it delivered to her home and brought the packages down one at a time to not attract attention. She unpacked everything and smiled when it was done. She would make everything perfect for her boy.

The next time the two of them got to go inside together was two weeks later. Crowley had been hassled by the Winchesters into checking on Lucifer- three times in one week. The demands were really beginning to get to him, so his mother had taken over and insisted that he take some time for himself. When he entered the room, he was surprised.

The room itself hadn't changed, but the items inside had. Everything was made for him at his regular size. He was speechless for a moment, but quickly recovered himself.

"You went shopping." It came out surprised. She smiled.

"I did." She said. "Only the best for my boy." She wrapped an arm around him. "Come on now, let's get you into something more comfortable."

Before he could ask what she meant, she led him in and got him dressed. Once that was done, Rowena cradled him in her arms in the rocking chair, humming to him, and handed him his blanket. He cuddled it to his chest and was about to put his thumb in his mouth, when he found the rubber nipple of a pacifier placed in his mouth instead. He looked up to his mother, confused.

"I want you to have something clean to suck on instead of your thumb." She explained. He nodded, but found he didn't care either way. She ran her hands through his hair and began humming his favorite lullaby. Slowly, Crowley rested his head on his mother's chest and listened to the steady beating of her heart, that eased him into that odd place between sleep and wakefulness.

Meanwhile, the Winchesters found themselves up a creek without a paddle. Their suspicions about Lucifer had thus far been completely unfounded. There were other cases that still needed to be cracked. They couldn't spend valuable time chasing their own assumptions when there were people out there who needed their help. So, extremely reluctantly, they put the case on hold for now. Still, neither one ever took their eyes off of the fallen angel. They did rest a little easier knowing that Cas was still on patrol one hundred percent of the time, but it still didn't make up for the feelings of anxiety that manifested themselves in their thoughts late at night.

Little did they know, their worries were correct, for in the most embryonic of early stages, Lucifer had begun to plot a scheme to take revenge on Crowley for ruling his kingdom.

He had been watching Crowley for some time now. He had seen the entirety of Rowena's growing relationship with her son through Angus' eyes once he turned into a cat. Angus had returned to the cage after his transfiguration and had accepted him. He had anticipated Rowena's move after learning of what she had done to former coven priestess Olivette and had prepared accordingly. The oddity of their new relationship was not lost on him, but he didn't find it disgusting. He found it amusing. It was just one more thing he could use for blackmail. Now, all he had to do was find the best time to act on his brilliant plan. He paced the hallways in his feline form. He knew that word would soon get out that he was no longer in the cage, but being able to track him would be almost impossible if he was in an animal form. But he wouldn't put it past his annoying little brother and those idiot Winchesters to try and track him down.

But for now he pranced down the halls quite contentedly, knowing that very soon, his time was coming.