Curious and shocked beyond belief, Crowley said the first thing that came to his mind.
"Chuck? What the hell are you doing in the middle of hell?"
Chuck looked at him with a small smirk. "Considering I kind of helped create this place, I don't think you have a right to ask."
"Since it's my bloody kingdom I like to think I do."
"Touché." Chuck said approvingly. "Still, though, I'd like to come in."
Reluctantly, Crowley stepped aside and let God enter the room, though he wasn't happy about it. Having moose, squirrel, and feathers in his most sacred place with his mother dead on the floor was already too much for him to handle. Still, he put up with it mostly out of curiosity as to why the big man in the sky himself was here. The door shut and Chuck turned to speak to them.
"Because of the four of you-"
"Five." Crowley corrected him. He would not let his mother be left out of this.
Chuck nodded. "Five of you, Lucifer will remain in his cage for a very long time. Hopefully forever, but if someone tries to break him out and it works, then all bets are off. But because of what you have done for humanity, and what you have done for me personally, I wanted to do this in person instead of indirectly like I had last time."
"Do what in person?" Asked Dean. It wasn't necessarily that he was suspicious of Chuck's motives. That wasn't it at all. He just believed that everything in life- even the good things- came at a price. Something good happening without severe consequences almost never happened in his life, so he always approached people saying things like that with caution.
"I want to give you a thank you gift." He said.
Sam and Dean looked at each other, Castiel tilted his head in confusion, and Crowley's eyebrows raised up in surprise.
Chuck went over to the Winchester's first.
"You boys have saved my creation too many times to count. So if there is something you want that you don't have, ask me now, or pray it to me later on." The brothers looked at one another and decided to wait and decide on what they wanted later on. So, Chuck moved on to Castiel.
"Castiel my son, you have done great things. You are exactly who I designed you to be, and more. I am proud of you. What can I give you to say thank you?" He asked. Castiel puzzled over the idea for a moment, before an idea struck.
"Can you- Can you bring Gabriel back from the dead?" He asked quietly. Despite the matching moans of the WInchester brothers at the thought of more of Gabriel's pranks being played on them, Chuck nodded. He closed his eyes, concentrated all of his energies, and a glowing white light emitted from his hands, before a figure began to form. Then, with one blast of light, Gabriel was there. Castiel felt his mouth open in shock before he hugged his brother. When the two of them and the Winchesters had struck up a conversation, Chuck turned to the king of hell himself.
"Crowley. You rule the empire my son once did. You have done horrible, torturous things to so many innocent lives. But you have shown where your loyalties lie and have proven that you are worthy of my trust. What can I do for you?"
Crowley looked into the eyes of God himself. "You already know."
"I do. But I want to hear you say it.
"I want my mother back." He said. Chuck nodded slowly, approvingly. Then he snapped his fingers once.
With a sudden gasp, Rowena shot up from her spot on the floor, coughing and sputtering as she did so. Crowley immediately rushed over to help her up. When she was on her feet, she finally got to look at who had helped her out. When she saw, the biggest grin split her face.
"Fergus." She said, hugging him. He was happy to return the gesture, despite the eyes he felt boring into the back of his head. "I knew you could do it." She said.
He couldn't quite remember what it was he'd done, but accepted her compliment anyways. Chuck, who had smiled at what he'd seen, went over to chat with his sons to give the pair some privacy. The sort of mini celebration of Lucifer's defeat carried on for quite a while. It wasn't until about an hour and a half later that things started winding down and the party began to break up. The Shurley family was the first to go, eager to celebrate Gabriel's return inter home in heaven. The Winchester's were the last to go. They still felt the odd sensation that they were missing something, but would return to that later. For now they would give mother and son some privacy.
When they were alone, Crowley sighed and sat in the rocking chair.
"I thought they'd never leave." He said. Rowena laughed.
"I thought the same. Sure took their sweet time about it." She said. Crowley smiled at her, and she leaned down to kiss his forehead.
"I'm so proud of you, Fergus. So proud." She said. Crowley's cheeks flamed bright red in embarrassment. But he said nothing about it. Instead, he replied with:
"I missed you, Mummy."
"I missed you too, sweetheart. But it's all over. I'm here now and I promise I won't be going anywhere again." She swore. She felt him grasp her hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze.
Crowley looked up at his mother. "So what will we do now that all of this is over? Go back to our normal lives?"
"That sounds exactly right to me." She said. She looked up at the clock. "How about I tell you a story before dinner?"
He smiled and nodded. They switched positions in the rocking chair and he sat in his mother's lap, listening as her voice carried him away.
"Once upon a time…"
As the story droned on, both MacLeod's unconsciously smiled. The evil that had threatened them for so long was gone. There was no one there to judge them, and no one to interrupt them. They weren't a witch and the king of hell. They were just mother and son, nothing more, and nothing less. For them, this moment was perfect.
It was exactly where they were meant to be.