Lucky Charm // Sam Winchester ✔️

14 || BUNKER

Before Vanessa could even think about going to the Men of Letters bunker, there was something she had to do first. Someone she needed to apologise to for having been a bitch to, and potentially hurting, when she was sulking around and heartbroken. And that person was none other than the King of Hell himself, Crowley.

Crowley had been nothing but helpful and friendly towards Vanessa since she'd arrived in this universe, both himself and Balthazar becoming almost like fathers to her, and she'd went and used that to hurt him. Calling him just a demon, saying he wasn't her father... Which she didn't even know if Crowley thought of himself as, but from the look on his face when she said it, she could only imagine that he did.

This is why Rufus' house, which Vanessa had been staying in the past few days since she made up with Sam and the others, smelled strongly of scones. Scones that the others weren't allowed to touch without Vanessa smacking their hands away and scolding them.

These scones were extra special 'I'm sorry I was bitch' scones she'd made for Crowley in hopes that he might not want to kill her for what she'd said to him. That's if he'd even show up when she called him, which she was getting ready to do.

The guys had eventually left her alone and headed to Bobby's, flying air Castiel, to assess the damage and gather up anything that might make a regular person want to throw them into the nut house for owning.

And so Vanessa waited... and waited... until eventually Crowley appeared in Rufus' kitchen, a seemingly unamused and still slightly hurt look on his face. He wasn't planning on answering her call but he felt like he had to incase it was an emergency, which by the pot of tea and plate of scones sitting on the table, it wasn't.

"Yes?" Was all he said and Vanessa took a breath and swallowed before she spoke.

"I want to apologise for what I said to you during my... mope, as you called it. I didn't mean it and I'm very sorry and I hope you'll accept these scones and I really very hope you don't want to throw me into Hell for being a bitch." Vanessa was practically rambling towards the end which made Crowley's lips tug upwards into what was almost a smile.

"Also I'm sorry I lied to you about Asmodeus." She added quickly, a sheepish smile on her face before she gestured to the table. "Tea? Scone? My soul perhaps?"

"Tea and scones will do just fine." Crowley said to her relief, taking a seat at the table as she poured him a cup of tea, from a China set he could only imagine Balthazar had given her as the flowery pattern on the cup he now held didn't exactly scream Rufus. 

"I really am sorry." Vanessa said a little more quieter and guilt ridden. "Truth is... you do kind of remind me of my father, which is probably why you ended up being my favourite character. He used to watch the show with me, him and my sister... They died before season five even ended, they never got to see the end, see the guys defeat Lucifer. I can't imagine how they'd react to finding out it's all real."

Crowley didn't know what to say, he wasn't exactly used to humans pouring their hearts out to him when they didn't expect to sell their souls afterwards, but he couldn't help but feel for the poor girl. The life she lived even before getting pulled here must have been rough, and if he did happen to bring her a little comfort and remind her of her father, then he'd make damn sure that it stayed that way.

After all, he did see Vanessa as the daughter he, let's face it, probably would have never wanted. He wasn't exactly the best father to Gavin so if he could make up for that just a little by forgiving Vanessa, which he did, then he would. Besides, she even looked like what he'd have expected his own daughter to look like had he still been human. The resemblance between her and his mother was uncanny.