Mother's favorite. Sam x Reader

A daughter's happiness

breathing heavily, you stopped in front of your fathers grand hotel. it was the only place you could think of going to get away from it all. bear foot and freezing, you entered. style andreas tears stained your cheeks. There at the front desk was your father himself checking the systems.

He looked sensing your presence. "(y/n), Sweetheart what are you doing here? Are you ok?"

You took a deep breath standing up straight trying not to look broken and said, "room please."

"of course pumpkin." without a second thought your father handed you a key card to one of suites.

Taking the card thankfully, you made your way over to the glass elevator giving him a small wave. You needed a shower and room service right about now. It would fix anything but it was a start. It would take a lot to undo what just happened.

Once out of the shower you dressed yourself In a robe and made your way to the sitting room. To your surprise Crowley was standing there with a somber expression painted on. He said nothing.

"Crowley, what are you doing here?"

He shifted his weight a bit squinting his eyes then relaxing them. "How are you feeling?"

"like death is the answer," you said.

He pursed his lips. "if that's the case you might as well come work for me. Throwing your life away is pointless."

"Crowl-"

He held a hand up hushing you. "I was only kidding. I know you're too good for that. Any fool can see that." Crowley moved over closer to you taking a seat. "Moose... he's an idiot. He acts like he doesn't have secrets of his on. He let Lucifer out of his bloody cage! You know how hard it was to put that attention whore back in!? Granted moose put him back... but he shouldn't have acted so hard on you. After all you were the woman he loves or loved. It's Dean that truly has a problem with you. He hates witches and being in the same blood line of one -especially being relate to the biggest pain in ass- is enough to tarnish your reputation to a Winchester."

You sat across from him pouting on the verge of tears again. "why does it have to be this way? I did nothing wrong! All I did was keep apart of me to myself."

"that's how it works with them your not aloud to keep any information to yourself, only they can. Dumb and dumber act like they're entitled to a one way street kind of life because they don't have a mommy and daddy and have an angel on their side. They think they're the only ones with scars and burdens. Other people suffer too, even though at times it's my doing." he adjusted his blazer a bit proud.

You cradled yourself. "I just wish they could see I'm not like her! I'll never be like her!"

"the odds of that are slim to none. They're set in their ways."

"I know, but..." You paused.

"but what?" he raised a brow.

Head in hands you sobbed, "I love him."