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Hey! I decided that it's time to update, so I wrote a really long fanfic! Hope you like it!
You, y/n, are the daughter of Crowley. "Y/n? Come here, I'd like you to meet someone," your dad said as you walked in. A Scottish female calling your dad 'Fergus' rang out. "Dad, who is this?" You flashed your black eyes at the woman, who looked familiar. "Y/n, this is your grandmother, Rowena. " You looked at her, saying, "Dad, I've never seen her before. Why? And why is she here?" Your dad shrugged. "Don't know, love. She just showed up and a demon brought her in." You glared at her, your black eyes glowing with hatred. "Oh. Now I remember. Dad has told me about you 'Rowena.' He said you left him to fend for himself, and he was sold for one pig, when he was worth at least three!" "B-but... Fergus had to be protected. The coven wanted me dead, and they were going to do whatever it takes to make it happen!" You rolled your black eyes, mimicking her excuse. "The coven made me do it," you said in a high pitched voice. You looked at your dad and held up your knife. "I've got souls to torture, so do what you want with her dad!" Then you left to torture some souls, and train your army of demons to do the same, as you were the best in hell. Any time one of your demons messed up, you would pull them aside to 'talk' to them, and stab the, in the heart with the demon hunting knife you borrowed from the Winchesters. Your demons were learning quickly, after watching their comrades die one by one. You laughed, and dismissed the demons so you could go visit the Winchesters. You walked into the throne room, and sat on your throne. "Daddy, I'm gonna go have some fun on earth, okay?" Your dad nodded and with that, you zapped outside the bunker and walked in. "Sam! Dean! I'm home!" You yelled. They came running, and you hugged both of them. You smiled and looked between the two. "Wanna go get some pie?" You had decided that you were going to break the news that you, y/n, were the daughter of Crowley, and a demon. "Sure. I love me some pie!" Dean smiled and grabbed the keys to the impala. He drove to a diner, and sat down. "So, y/n, what brought you to 'our neck of the woods'?"'you laughed. "Well... I have something to break to you guys." Sam smiled. "You can tell us anything." You handed the demon knife back to Dean, and said, "You might need this." Dean raised an eyebrow. "Sam... Dean... I'm a demon. And the princess of hell." Dean looked at you. "So that would mean your the-" You cut him off. "Daughter of Crowley." Sam looked shocked. "Y/n, why didn't you tell us this earlier?" You frowned. "I was afraid. Afraid that you'd want to gank me, since I'm a demon. And you hunt demons. So now, since I've told you, you can do it if you want." You stood up, making yourself a clear target for the Winchesters. "It's okay, y/n. You can sit down. We're not gonna gank you." You let out a sigh of relief. "If you want to sometime, you can come to hell with me and sit in my throne. It's super comfy!" You were happy that the Winchesters understood your constant absence. And with your satisfaction, you went home and sat with your dad, judging demons, and visiting the Winchesters as much as you can.