Rowena

Rowena, like one weaving lace from the shadows of the past, told Charlie and you about the Book of the Damned. Its author, according to the witch, was "Mad Agnes"—a nun who had sunk into obscurity, but from the depths of oblivion revealed to the world the secrets of the most powerful spells and how to dispel them. Rowena asserted that every curse must be countered by another, in order to preserve the fragile balance of the universe.

"Magic is a scale," she said quietly, moving her fingers through the air as if feeling invisible threads. "On one scale is a curse, on the other, a countercurse. Disturb the balance, and the world will tremble."

But when the witch tried to draw a parallel between herself and Charlie, the girl abruptly cut her off, completely rejecting any similarity:

I'm not like you. I don't play with other people's lives for power.

Castiel, shielding Charlie from Rowena's influence, moved the witch to another room. There, Rowena stunned the angel with a confession:

• You know, darling, I am the mother of Crowley himself. Castiel froze, his eyes widening in surprise.

Meanwhile, Charlie deceived him and slipped out of the Keepers of Knowledge's bunker. And you, deciding not to waste any time, approached Rowena directly, seeking a translation of the Book of the Damned.

A faint smile blossomed on Rowena's lips and she said:

Without a translation, the curse won't be lifted. Which means I can't help.

You stepped closer, trying to keep your cool.