Devil's Daughter : book 1

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"Dad!" I yell as I slice into an older man. I hear footsteps and hear the metal door open. I turn and see my father standing there looking quite impressed.

"Your carving has improved quite a bit." He smirks and checks out my work. He walks around casually sticking his fingers into the cuts hearing the man scream and cry for the safety of his family and bullshit.

"Why thanks daddy." I smile. I've always been a daddy's girl from the start. Well a devils girl.

"Do whatever you want just dont hurt my family please!" He shrieks.

I smirk at my dad. "How lovely does that sound. Now you have one of two choices. You become my personal torture Barbie doll for as long as I want until you rot in your own cell and sustain psychological torture, or you can scream one more fucking time and your daughter rots down here." I spit at him. "Your choice." I smirk and follow my dad out of my room.

"Brook. Darling I couldn't be more disgusted. I'm so proud." He smiles. I tuck my knife into my skinny jeans.

"Thanks dad. I'm kinda bored I think I'm gonna go make some deals just petty work for the day." I brush it off and slip on my black leather jacket. And my white shirt stained with blood. I liked it.

"Very well. Be on the look out moose and squirrel are on the road near your usual hunting ground." He informs me.

"Alright. I'll call if anything comes up." I smile and finger brush my waist length brown hair. I transport to my usual hunting grounds in Kentucky. A local bar, small but busy at all times. A perfect hunting ground consists of drunk men, drunk lesbians, desperate housewives, horny men, and underaged teens that skimmed by. Add my well learned demon charm, good body, and pleasant to look at features just makes me a deal making machine. The best part is I'll run into an occasional hunter and they will stupidly try to exercise me. Little do they know I'm not possessing a girl I was born a demon I can't be exercised. Its hilarious. I walk in and I'm immediately drawn to a drunken middle aged man. I slide beside him and order some shots.

"How you doin?" He says like a fuckboy. I smirk.

"Good now. Could I buy you a drink?" I flirt he agrees and places a hand on my knee making me shiver in disgust.

"So what's a hottie like you doing alone at a bar?" He asks slurring.

"Meeting guys like you. Let's play a game. Il log first. If you could have one wish what would it be?" I ask while sucking on my straw with a new fruity drink.

"Hm. Probably become a million air." Such a stupid, mediocre, unoriginal answer. I fake a smile.

"What if I said I could make that come true?" I say close to his ear. I'm not sure just because of the liquor or because he's an idiot he grabs my waist causing me to groan and almost beat the shit out of him.

"Well cute thang that would be great." He slurs.

"Great. So I can make that come true right now. All you have to do is agree to 10 years and kiss me." I say bluntly knowing the alcohol would make the deal for me.

"Deal!" He says and brings me into a sloppy kiss. I pull back and sip on my drink. I feel a hand on my shoulder and a blade on my back. Fuck.

"Sorry man but this is my little sister she's a little drunk." I turn around to see the fucking winchesters. Dean. My eyes bulge and my stomach turns. My mouth screwed into a little smirk.

"Hello boys." I say as they lead me outside. Dean pushes me to the ground. "I don't remember giving consent for you to do that." I laugh. Sam pulls me up hold a blade to my neck. "Trust me you really, really, really don't want to do that." I smirk.

"Why is that." Dean asks.

"All due time." I smile. In the matter of seconds I bring my foot up to Sam's crotch, and fling Dean up against the dumpster. The wind rushes through my hair as I run through the woods. I knew this wasn't going to work out in the long run for me, and fuck I didn't care. Looking down I notice last minuet a tree root, shit. I trip over it sending me into the air screaming. The ground is cold and mossy, I stand up quickly but unable to move.

"Well well well. Little miss bitch got caught." Dean Winchester laughs at me. I was worried but at the same time I had a whole arsenal of tricks up my sleeve.

"Ha ha very funny." I roll my eyes as they turn black in frustration. Sam walks in cuffing my wrists. "I'm assuming you knew I was going to run this way? Or is this part of the woods coated in devil's traps?" I sass. Sam roughly shovels me into the impala and places a burlap sack over my head making my vision non-existent. "Really? I thought we were friends?" I whimper.

"Shut up. You sound like another demon we know huh Sam." Dean says. I laugh in my head.

*a while later*

One of the two grab me and pull me out. They open some doors and help me down a flight of stairs. I hear a couple doors open and my body is being thrown into a chair. My sack has been lifted off my head which reveals a dim light. I look down and see a devils trap around me and my wrists cuffed to the room.

"How upsetting." I mutter as they stand there studying me. "I know I look quite young." I laugh.

"Irrelevant." Sam shuts me down.

"We need some information and if you cooperate... well your exorcism will be fast." Dean says picking up a demons knife.

"How cute. No thank you for this whole interrogation thing. I really have to be going now I do have plans." I bite my lip.

Sam starts reciting the Latin to kill me or whatever and I sit there smiling.

"Like I said cute." I tilt my head.

"What are you!?" Dean shouts.

"Same goes to the both of you two. How many times have you died?" I laugh.

Dean slaps me. I gasp. "That was delightful." I laugh.

"Dean! That's a girl!" Sam yells.

"Look I don't want to kill your meat suit." Dean growls.

I laugh. "Meat suit? Honey bunches this isn't a meat suit." I snicker.

"What?" They look at me puzzled. Dean cuts me making me howl in pain.

"Fucking hell squirrel!" I scream. Flinching in my chains. They pull back confused. "Are you thinking of having a stroke moose?" I ask.

"Damn it Crowley's spreading those names around." Dean says annoyed.

"Actually I kinda came up with them but irrelevant."

"Whatta mean?" Sam questions.

"Well Sammy. Do I look filmier to you? No? Maybe because only all of hell knows and not you? Who the hell do you think was running hell when Crowley fell off the wagon and then the whole Abbadon thing. I'm second in command. I'll inherit hell one day. Are you picking up what I'm puttin down? I'm Brook. Daughter of Crowley, princess of hell?" I inform with a smirk. "Killing me would only bring more hell then you've already I countered. Now let's get this straight. I'm pretty sure I get a call. And I would like to call my daddy." I laugh.

They look shocked beyond belief at me. "He has a daughter?" Sam mutters.

"Excuse me forest animals. I would like my call before I rip this fucking place apart. Wait nevermind." I smile as my dad appears behind them. They turn around fast.

"Hello boys."