Supernatural Imagines

Imagine being Crowley's daughter and becoming queen

"Y/n! What is your hound doing?!" Your father, Crowley, called from his room.
"Probably killing something." You flipped another page in your magazine. You were so done with your dad. You wanted hell, and you planned on taking it. Anything he needed done, you did. You were more his assistant or intern, rather than his daughter. You'd met s few angels who'd been fully shocked to find you were an antichrist, more to the point, an antichrist who's father was the King of Hell. Let's just say people didn't mess with you. Your only friend was your demon dog, Newt, and you hated when dad tried to control him, too.
"Well, can he go kill some poor bastard and drag him to hell?" He called back, very nonchalant. It didn't surprise you. Despite being your dad, the only reason he kept you around for was his own purposes. Having an antichrist around was typically very useful. That was the final straw.
"No." You snapped into his office. He cocked an eyebrow at you.
"No?!" He shouted, standing up, pissed.
"Correct, N-O-No!" You sassed. It felt good. 18 years of following his every order, and finally you were taking it back. You were so sick of his bull! It wasn't fair!
"I'm taking you down. Once and for all. No more ordering me around, and no more being the world's worst dad!" To say he was shocked was like saying Mycroft only holds a minor position in the British Government. An understatement.
"Y-You're just a child! I'm your bloody father!" He retaliated, and you immediately pushed a hand towards him, sending him flying to the wall. The man who killed your mom. The man who treated you like a dog, forcing you to obey every command, and now he was calling you a child.
"I've killed hundreds. Tortured thousands. All at your whim. Now, it's your turn, and I'm not playing nice!" You sang, your father struggled to take control, knowing very well it'd be impossible.
"So you're willing to kill your own flesh and blood, you're own father?!" He snapped back, finally giving up.
"A-That's just a meat suit. You don't have flesh OR blood. B- No, I'm going to wrap you up all nice and pretty for those Winchester boys, well, after you kill their newest little pet." This had him shaking. After all the little tricks the Winchesters had learned, making them mad was not a good idea. Especially if he was no longer the King of Hell. You weren't Crowley's only kid, but you were definitely the strongest, if not, the most human. It was weird, but true. Why you wanted hell and not just revenge? It made you immortal. Being Queen of Hell, AND an antichrist? Well, let's just say you'd be able to snap and kill Ol' Luci. It would be fun. You doubled your father, and sent the double to kill James Marthan, the Winchester's newest pet. It was painfully sweet, that story. She would have him kill Castiel, but with Dean and him officially being a couple, and all, it was difficult. To say the least. You dropped your father and flashed from the room. Hell, sweet hell. Demons were shocked to see you flash in, but we're even more so when you say on your father's throne. You snapped once. Crowley would now be tied up, waiting in the Winchester's bunker.
"Excuse me, but that's for Crowley only." A lower level demon snapped. You smirked, and flicked a wrist. Sending the demon through the wall. You blinked and blood red eyes replaced your sparkling e/c ones. You were the new Queen.
"Make sure everyone knows, there are some changes coming to hell. Anyone challenges my authority, and I'll snap them into oblivion. Got it?" You said most of it boredly staring down at your nails, but snapped the last words, venom filling your voice. All the demons nodded, terrified. An evil smirk graced your features.
"Good. Long live the Queen." You cackled, sending chills through them all. Long live the Queen.