As happy as the four of them were about the first phase of their plan going over successfully, The Winchesters, Castiel, and Rowena all found themselves anxious about what was to come. Each member had their own levels of anxiety for their own reasons.

Dean was the most calm. They had taken Lucifer out before and they could do it again. There was nothing that could possibly go wrong if they stuck to their plan.

Sam was a bit less composed than his brother. Although he did believe in their plan, he was a man of smarts and logic. He knew that something could always go wrong with their kind of work. But he was more optimistic than not.

Castiel was the second most nerve wracked of the quartet. He knew his brother well and had seen what he could do. he was cruel, ruthless, cold, and calculating. If they made even one mistake, Lucifer would find his way to exploit that weakness and use it against them. Nothing could be hidden from an archangel of his caliber, and so Castiel found himself with a constant feeling of uneasiness in his body.

But the one who was the most anxious of them all was obviously Rowena.

Not only was she jumping into the fray of battle against an enemy who had once snapped her neck, but she was battling for the safety of two lives- her son's and her own. And she knew very well that things may come to a point where she may be forced to choose one. A few months ago the choice would have been so simple. She would have picked her own survival without question. But everything was different now. Now she would sacrifice herself for her son in a heartbeat.

She was standing in her room in the bunker, Carefully untangling a special necklace from her long red hair. It was a rather simple piece- A thin gold rope with a circular pendant of the tree of life on it. She placed it on the nearby bureau, then got her supplies ready. She was going to perform a special spell on the necklace, but she was purposefully keeping quiet about it. This wouldn't effect the Winchesters or Castiel at all, so they didn't need to know about it. She was simply preparing a spell to cast on the necklace that would come in handy if Lucifer happened to get too close and kill her again. It would protect her son if she could not.

She ground up some herbs and made a special powder to throw in with them. She mixed them up, added some lavender, and a few extra ingredients to make sure it would work. She added a few liquids, then made everything into a paste. It was a greenish blue color. She was careful to coat the entire necklace- not missing an inch. Then, knowing she had to wear it for a certain amount of time to activate the magic within, she put it on, grimacing at the slimy feel of it against her skin.

Then, almost instantly, she picked up Fergus, who had been playing nearby in a makeshift playpen on the floor. She had kept him as close as possible all day long, not wanting to miss a moment with her sweet little boy. She sensed that her time with him was going to be cut off quite suddenly someday. And that tomorrow was most likely that day. So she was going to spend all of her time with her baby. Hopefully he would be okay once she was gone. She pulled her son onto her hip and bounced him slightly.

"Well hello, my wee sausage! What were you up to in there, hmm? Were you having fun with your little toy?" She cooed. Fergus reached a chubby hand up to her face and patted her cheek, babbling cheerfully to his mother. As always, her son's obvious joy lifted her spirits. She couldn't help but smile at how earnestly he was trying to communicate. Though he knew a word or two, most of his speech was complete gibberish. But she found it endearing. Every actual word was made even more special because of it.

Rowena found herself taking her babbling son to a place in the bunker that she'd found one Night completely by accident. It was so well hidden that she didn't think that the Winchesters even knew it was there. It was a small sitting room that reminded her of her living room at home. Two leather chairs flanked a small side table, and a larger coffee table made of mahogany was in front of it. There was a fireplace inside of there- One whose chimney zig zagged through the underground to join with another to avoid raising suspicion. The walls were a soothing dark green, and the walls were flanked with books.

Rowena sat in one of the leather chairs, cradling her son in her arms. He looked up at her with his happy, innocent, and trusting gaze, and she pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead.

"Mummy loves you so much, Fergus. I will do whatever it takes to protect you tomorrow. I promise that I will never let anyone hurt you ever again. Especially not Lucifer. By this time tomorrow everything will be the way it was before. You'll be back to normal in no time. You'll have your throne back, you'll have your followers, and you will always have me, no matter what happens. I will never, ever leave you ever again. You are my joy, my sweet wee boy. I am the most lucky mother in the world. There is no one who means more to me than you." She kissed him again.

He giggled and wrapped his hand around her finger. "Ma Ma." He cooed. Rowena smiled and nuzzled his plump, velvety cheek, Then started tickling him until he exploded into laughter. She looked down at him happily.

"Mummy loves you, Fergus. Always."