Crowley's Daughter

Prologue

For warning, I do not own any of the characters from the tv show Supernatural. Credit goes to the creators and actors who play the characters. This is just a fanfiction. Do not criticize, if you don't like my story then don't read it. It's that simple. You shouldn't hate on anyone else's story because it doesn't live up to YOUR expectations. It's not your story, it's what they created not you. That's all, thank you for reading.

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Standing at the dead center of a crossroad, she looked down at the tin can in her hand. The can had items that weren't hard getting. A photo of herself, a yellow flower, black cat bones, and graveyard dirt. She had short blonde hair and chocolate brown eyes but the thing that made her unique was her freckles or sun kisses as her grandma called them. Placing it in the dirt, she stepped back and waited. Victoria looked down at the book in her hand. 

Now with her grandma gone, she had no family left to her. Her mother died when she was four due to a car crash and a drunk driver. Her father, on the other hand, she never knew. He left before her mother could tell him that she was pregnant with their child. She knew she only had one chance at this and if she failed, she might never get the shot to have a family. If he was still alive that was. Carefully, she summoned the demon and took a step back. 

"Hello, darling. What on earth can I help you wi-" The demon said. He looked shocked to see her. It's probably my age, he normally has older people sell their souls, not kids like me, Victoria thought. 

He wasn't what she thought a demon would look like. He wore an all-black suit and had human eyes. Shouldn't demons look like monsters in nightmares or things that you were afraid of in your closet as a kid?

"Who are you? I-I summoned a demon, I know I did. But you don't look anything like a demon." Victoria said taking another step back.

"I'm Crowley, King of the crossroads and hell for that matter. Would you prefer my black eyes or my red eyes or the ones you are currently seeing?" The demon replied with a short of annoyance in his voice. He must have done this a million times. 

"No, no the regular ones are fine," She said holding her hands up.

"That's what I thought. Now, what do you need?"

"I want to sell my soul," She replied. Why else would I have called him here.

"Yes, I get that. That's why I'm here isn't it. I meant why?" The demon answered. 

"You see, I don't have any family left. My momma died when I was four so that was ten years ago. My daddy, well, I never met him. My momma said he left before she could tell him that she was pregnant. My nana just passed away, bless her soul, she was the only family I had left. She raised me. I want to know who my dad is so I can have a second chance at a family instead of going to foster care. Even if I get only four years with him, I want to know him. Please." Victoria said following the pacing demon with her eyes.

"So you wish to sell your soul to meet a man who was never there for you? Seems idiotic to me but I have had a man who sold his soul to kill his wife instead of the man she was sleeping with. I would have just made the girl suffer and break her heart being that she broke his. But I'm not him. Anyways back to what you were saying, selling your soul to meet a man who was never there. Now let's just get this done, in ten years I will be back to take your-oh there is a slight problem." Crowley said stopping.

"What? No there can't be a problem, please I did everything you asked. I'm at the intersection of a crossroad, I have the can with the items in there. I double-checked there was a yellow flower, black cat bones, graveyard dirt, and a picture of just me. I made sure it was just me. I cut my grandma off the other side, I wasn't touching her, she was standing in the background with a pumpkin. It just happened three months ago." Victoria said. She could feel the tears falling down her face.