Heaven's Child ≫ SPN

7. Finding Friends and Making Foes

"Come on now..." he coaxed softly. "Tell me what happened..."

I hadn't said a word ever since I sat down. I still had no idea what I was doing here with Crowley, out of all people. But the fact was that I called him. I was the one that got myself here.

"They tried to tell you that you needed to save the world, didn't they?"

Silence. I put both hands in my pocket, toying with my phone and wrapping the jacket tighter to my body.

"I told you, they will see you as nothing more than a weapon. They just want to use you for their benefit or for-" he rolled his eyes. "Humanity's benefit."

Funny enough, that was exactly what Cas said. And the fact that Crowley guessed right bothered me more than it should. Maybe he did know the Winchesters well. Maybe I was better off with Crowley.

I stabbed my fork in a french fry but did nothing to put it in my mouth."And what do you see me as?"

"A very, very, capable young girl." That word again. Capable.

"Capable of what." I spoke through my teeth.

"I don't talk business before you sign the dotted line."

"I don't sign blank papers."

"They're not completely blank, right? You know that I will give you everything that you could ever dream of. Things that you don't even know that you want yet-you'd already have."

"For what price."

"Your fidelity."

I laughed to myself and looked away from him with a scowl.

"What do you have to lose?" He pushed, like this was a big chance I was letting slip through my fingers.

"Nothing," I shrugged. "But do you know what you have to lose? Everything. You're willing to risk everything that you've built to have me on your side which means-you so desperately want to get your hands on something. Which makes me wonder what on earth would the King of Hell want so bad?"

"Drinks, Sir." We were interrupted by the same waiter from Paris.

"Do you want anything?" Crowley politely gestured to the cart lined with different types of liquor.

"I'm dining with the King of Hell for the second time, let's not test the Big Man's patience," I muttered. "I'll skip getting drunk too, thanks."

Crowley picked his drink and the demon playing a waiter left before Crowley started again.

"Did Castiel tell you yet? What you are?"

"He said I was Heaven's Child. But I'm not sure I believe him." I toyed with the fork in my hands.

"Did he tell you about the other Child?"

I tried not to look too interested. "No. He panicked and ran to Heaven-or flew or whatever."

"The other Child is a pain." Crowley looked like he was remembering a bitter memory. "A lot less cooperative than you are."

"I haven't cooperated you once," I snapped.

"Exactly," he said, giving me a look.

"You want me to kill the other Heaven's Child." I understood, giving him a flat look. "And why would I do that?"

Crowley smirked. "There's only one Heaven's Child. And she's sitting on this table."

I let out a small laugh. "So, what, the other Child is-Hell's child?"