The sound of a tea kettle whistling drew Rowena into the kitchen from her spot on the couch. She used a bit of magic to get one of her teacups from home and teleported it there. She was lucky she had packed a few teabags in the diaper bag. If there was one thing that calmed her down, it was her favorite Cinnamon tea. She poured the hot water into the china cup and set the teabag in it to steep for a while. She delicately placed the china on the table, fearful of waking her still sleeping son.

Dean sat down rather noisily beside her, and Rowena hushed him. Sam and Castiel joined them much more sedately.

"Alright. Let's get this party going. What do we know so far?" Asked Dean.

"Lucifer somehow escaped the cage and got his old vessel back." Castiel began.

"He took back the throne of hell and scared most of the demons into siding with him." Sam stated.

"And now he's trying to kill my son and I so I can't send him back to the cage and Fergus can take over again." Rowena finished.

"Well, that's just dandy, isn't it?" Dean muttered, taking a long draught of beer. "Okay, the first thing we need to figure out is how he escaped. Maybe that can help us get him back in."

"There weren't any demons even remotely near that part of hell. The angels would have been in an uproar about it." Cas chimed in.

"And I haven't had any weird visions about the cage since Amara came out."

"Well if it wasn't the demons, and it wasn't any of us, who else could have done it?" Asked Dean.

Rowena took the teabag out of her cup when a sudden thought startled her enough that she dropped it.

"Angus…" She whispered.

Dean turned to her, confused and having not heard her murmured answer.

"What?"

"Angus, that ugly bastard. Angus must have let him out…"

"Wait, Rowena, didn't you kill him?" Sam asked, arching one eyebrow.

"We decided that killing him would be too easy so I decided to transform him into a black cat."

"But he needs consent to enter a body, he can't get that from an animal." Said Dean.

"But he wasn't all animal. His brain must have still been human." Castiel said, catching up to where Rowena was already. The four of them let that sink in for a minute or two. When it sank in, Dean ran a hand down his face.

"Son of a bitch…"

They all sat there a moment or two, unsure of how to proceed.

"That explains how he got out initially, but not how he got back into Nick."

"It isn't beyond his control to retake the same vessel. He could have easily tricked Nick into saying yes again." Castiel offered.

"Oh come on Cas, who the hell would be dumb enough to say yes to the devil twice?" Asked Dean.

"They don't have to be dumb, he just has to be smarter." Sam pointed out.

"Than what? A guy who already signed his life away, got used, and was free for maybe two minutes before he said yes again? Come on, Sam. That's ridiculous."

Rowena rolled her eyes.

"Can we get back on track here, boys?"

Three murmured apologies met her statement. It was at that moment that Crowley opened his eyes. Rowena smiled gently at him, and took his blanket off of him when he looked miffed at the idea of not being able to move. So she sat him on her knee, Then absently stroked his hair as he hit the table with one hand and held onto the blanket with the other.

"Now we know how he got out, but how did he get such a following?"

"He already had one. They've been trying to convert others to supporting him instead of Crowley, but that's been happening for centuries. There's been nothing to suggest that anything of this magnitude would take place." Cas murmured. They all dimly recalled Crowley mentioning the followers Lucifer was gaining some time ago. But it seemed like something out of a dream, it had happened so long ago.

Meanwhile, Crowley got restless sitting on his mother's lap, and began to squirm, asking in his own way to be put down. Rowena obliged him, barely turning away from her conversation to do so. He toddled across the room, eventually stumbling across a thick book that had been left on the floor against the wall. It was tricky but eventually he opened the book, and started turning it's pages.

Oblivious to her son's newfound activity, Rowena continued listening to the conversation between the Winchesters and their angel.

"Alright, we got all of that out of the way, but we still haven't hit the biggest problem. How the hell are we going to get him back there and make him stay there for good?" Asked Dean.

The first part was easily explained. Rowena would send him back to the cage with her magic. But making him stay was an entirely different story. The three of them started spitballing ideas to one another, but every one was shot down quickly.

Meanwhile, Fergus was busying himself with his book when suddenly the page gave him a paper cut. Instantly reacting, he let out a wail.

"Ma ma!"

Instantaneously alert, Rowena darted across the room to where her baby sat, much to the confusion of the three men in the room. She knelt down to his level and picked him up.

"Oh Fergus, what happened? Did you get a wee bruise?" She crooned to him. The volume of the cries lessened, but they did not stop. Finally, Rowena saw the cut. "Oh, did that mean old book scratch you? Mummy will make it all better." She kissed the wound, and wiped her son's tears until he calmed down. When he was put down, he patted the book in front of him. Rowena looked confused. "What have you got there, munchkin?"

When she saw the page, her eyes widened. Then, a smile graced her face and she laughed, kissing her baby proudly.

"That's my boy!"

She brought the book over to the table.

"Gentlemen, my son just found out how to lock Lucifer in the cage