Rowena stands by a large, ornate mirror, her reflection showing a mix of worry and determination. Crowley appears in a puff of smoke, looking as smug as ever.

Crowley: (smirking) “ Mother, what is it this time? Another scheme? “

Rowena: (taking a deep breath) “ Fergus, there’s something you need to know. You have a sister.”

Crowley: (raising an eyebrow) “ A sister? Really, Mother, your secrets never cease to amaze me “

Rowena: (nodding) “ Yes, her name is Y/N. She’s only one year old “