Rowena felt her eyes snap open and gasped as she bolted upright in her bed. Her hand flew to her heart and she felt her chest heaving as she breathed in startled pants. Her eyes darted around the room, looking for any kind of danger, but they found none. Only the sound of her son crying could be heard. She threw the blankets off of herself and rushed to the crib, picking him up and cradling him in her arms. Gradually, her fear lessened as she realized that it was just a dream.

But, as a snide voice in her head liked to remind her, the recurring nightmare she had about Fergus being kidnapped had been just a dream too.

She purposefully slowed her breathing down, knowing that Fergus would not calm down if she was worked up. Then, when she had evened out, she put her attention on her son. She put his tiny head over her shoulder and bounced him slightly.

"There, there, my wee boy. Did you have a bad dream too? Don't cry, dearie. Everything's alright now. Mummy's right here. You're safe. You're loved. Everything is going to be okay."

Feeling stifled in the oppressively dark room, She decided to walk around the bunker for a little while. When Fergus had first came, she had done the same thing and walked around the barn in a desperate attempt to quiet him and get him to sleep so that she could get some shut eye herself. Doing it now was strange. Though the lack of barn smell was pleasant, she missed the occasional breeze of air that would sometimes run through her hair, carrying a fresh scent of grass and night. She missed the hay crunching under her feet, and she thought Fergus might have too. Now, what she missed most was familiarity. The halls she wandered were boring and bare. Devoid of personality. It made her feel cold somehow.

As she paced the hallways, Her son's cries lessened, and for that she was grateful. When he calmed completely, she was in a room with a couch in it, and sat down, moving to cradle him against her chest and began to whisper over his head.

"Fergus… Fergus, you are so loved. Mummy loves you. I would do anything for you. I'll do everything I can to keep you safe. Be strong my sweet wee boy. I know that you can save everyone from Lucifer. You have always had the power inside of you. Just look into your heart and you will find your strength. You've opened my heart to so many new things. And I couldn't be happier. I am so proud of you, dear. I have always been proud. I just didn't know how to show it. And for that I'm so sorry. I love you more than anything in the world. Never doubt that, sweetheart." She kissed his forehead tenderly, not knowing that she was being watched.

Castiel had arrived in the bunker not long before Rowena had begun her trek through the bunker. When he had glimpsed her roaming the halls he had decided to follow her, curious as to what was going on, catching the blue eyes of the infant looking over her shoulder. He had arrived in the room just as she had sat down with her baby. He heard her speech to the child, and smiled to himself. It was as he had suspected all along. Rowena did in fact love her son. She just kept it very well hidden. But in moments like these, it was hard not to feel something for her. A single mother who was an often persecuted witch that was a former victim of domestic violence trying to keep the most important person in her life safe. When he thought about it like that, compassion pulled at his heart strings, but he knew better than to confront her with this observation. Instead, he paced slowly away and went to find the Winchester brothers.

Rowena smiled when she saw that Fergus was nearly asleep in her arms. So she decided to seal the deal with a soft lullaby, gently easing him into sleep. She stayed still for a solid half hour to let him enter a deeper slumber. Only when she was certain that he was completely out did she slowly get up and take him back to the guest room. She silently cursed herself for forgetting to do a diaper check while he was still awake, and did one once they were inside. Her suspicions were right, and he was soaked. She thought ahead and started making him a bottle, then began the change, so that if he was startled from his sleep the warm milk could hopefully bring him swiftly back down into unconsciousness. Fergus stirred a little when she cleaned him with the wipes, but as predicted, the milk soothed him. When he was redressed and cleaned off, She gently laid him back down in his crib.

Rowena found herself at a loss for what to do next. She idled and sat on the bed. She was tired, but her nightmare had guaranteed that she wouldn't be sleeping again tonight. She had already taken a tour of the bunker with Fergus. Somehow it just didn't seem right to leave him alone. Not with his very life at stake. So what could with herself now? She hadn't brought anything of hers to read, and she couldn't leave the bunker. It seemed that for a long stretch of time, all she did was wait.

About an hour later (maybe more, she couldn't tell since there were no windows in the room) there came a knock at her door. She got up, smoothing out the black silk fabric of her nightgown before answering the door.

"Yes?" She asked, peering out the crack.

"Good. You're awake. Come on, we're going to have a meeting about what to do about Lucifer." Said Dean.

Rowena sighed. At least it was something to do.

Reluctantly, she picked Fergus back up and went out to meet up with the brothers and their angel in the library.