The song here is "Devil In Me" by Gin Wigmore

Devil In Me

They returned to Hell a little more relieved, but Crowley's mother was still around somewhere. However, at the moment, things were peaceful. They headed straight to the mansion, Clara was eager to see Keara. Crowley and Nikolai walked slowly behind her, both disappointed that Rowena still lived, but at least the Hellhounds had her. She disappeared for a moment, but Crowley knew her magic would fade away eventually. He was patient, unlike Nikolai.

When they reached the entrance, Clara stopped and stared at the large Hellhounds. When Crowley and Nikolai caught up, they glanced at her with half grins.

"What happened?" she asked and Crowley approached, she met his eyes, his lips twitched as his eyes glinted darkly.

"Our daughter resurrected dead Hellhounds and gave them an upgrade." He said and Clara glanced at them again.

"Our two year old daughter?" she asked and he nodded his head. "How the Hell did she manage that?" she asked and he shrugged his shoulders.

"She's her mother's daughter." Crowley said and Clara shot him a playful glare.

They walked through and the large Hellhounds opened their eyes and seemed content to see Clara. She rubbed their large noses and they exhaled, blowing her hair back. She smiled and spoke to them, telling them they were beautiful.

The Hellhounds watched as they walked up to the doors and then closed their eyes again.

As soon as they were through the doors, Ginger rushed and jumped up at Clara, then trotted back to Keara's room where Gabriel sat on the floor, eating candy. When Clara entered the corridor, he glanced at her and smiled.

"It's a good thing you don't pay me by the hour." Gabriel said and she grinned at him.

"You don't get paid, period." She said and he smirked.

"Yeah, why is that?" he asked her and she giggled as she stood in front of him.

"You volunteered." She replied and opened the door, walking into Keara's bedroom.

Clara saw her daughter sleeping in her bed. She approached silently and sat on her bed beside her, stroking her soft little cheek. Keara was exhausted after helping to keep Lucifer's cage closed. It wasn't something a two year old should have seen, but she wanted to help her parents, afraid they'd get hurt or worse, killed.

Little Keara stirred slightly as she felt her mother's touch, but she didn't wake up. Clara didn't want to wake her.

Ginger walked up and jumped onto the bed without making so much movement. She curled up and glanced at Keara, then at Clara. She stroked her Hellhound's head and left the two of them to sleep.

She got up to leave the room to see Crowley and Nikolai standing in the doorway, staring at Keara. They left and silently closed the door behind them.

"Where's Nerilla and Kelley?" Clara whispered and Gabriel, who now was standing, smiled.

"Office, cleaning." He said with a candy in his mouth. Clara glanced at Nikolai who, for a reason unknown, was finding that funny.

"Anything on Rowena?" she asked as she glanced at Crowley. His jaw was slightly clenched as he shook his head. Nikolai also had a clenched jaw, looking like he could punch a hole through a wall.

"I can kill her, right?" he asked and Crowley glanced over his shoulder at him and seemed to consider it. "Please?" he asked and Clara narrowed her eyes at him, as if to say that this was a touchy subject and he should know better.

"I'll see how my mood, upon the moment." He replied and Nikolai seemed hopeful. When Crowley met her eyes, she knew he wasn't sure what to do. She understood completely; her mother was alive, then she thought about unleashing a bit of vengeance by bringing her mother's soul to Hell, only to be annoyed after a while and have her soul chased out of Hell by Hellhounds. Killing the mother that never loved you is not easy. You wish for them to die and part of you would love to be the one that delivers it, but then you're not sure.

"Shall we rest a bit?" Clara asked him and he nodded. "Alright, you two go do something constructive." She said and both her and Crowley walked to their master bedroom and quickly closed the door.

Crowley watched as Clara walked over to the bed and collapsed on it, moaning.

"I'm tired." She said and he grinned as he walked over. He sat next to her and rubbed her back. "After you deal with your mother, I'm sleeping for weeks." She added and he let out a dark chuckle.

"I know, Darling. I promise, you can relax with a lovely family vacation." He said and she moaned, as if the idea pleased her. "Anywhere you'd like." He added and she turned over to look up at him.

"That sounds great." She said with a tired smile. "What do you have planned for your mother?" she asked him and his expression became dull.

"Let Nikolai kill her, I suppose." He replied, but she could see he was trying not to struggle with the question. "Rest, Darling." He said, stroking her cheek, and watching fall into sleep.