Crowley's Daughter

Chapter Nine

Crowley sat on the couch of the apartment. His head was resting on his hand. Today was the anniversary of Carrie's 22nd year in Purgatory. Up until he met Victoria, he always went to visit her. But, when he met the demon that he believes is his own, he stopped going to see her. There was no point, he found the child responsible for his downfall. Without even trying to find her.

This little child who wanted to sell her soul would become her daughter. Crowley thought of Carrie. Would she still be his if he hadn't screamed at her? Would she help him keep her under control if she was still here? Would she let him see Victoria? Maybe if he hadn't brought her to Purgatory, she would still be here and Victoria would have never even met him. She would never be responsible for killing him. She would have never met him or became a hunter. She would have never become a hunter. She would have had a normal life. 

 So far, all this child had done was work for him and get close to the Winchesters. If anything, she didn't want to be a demon. He was confused on that one. Why on Earth would Victoria not want to be a demon? Why wouldn't she want to be Princess of Hell? I've given her everything she ever wanted. Well, everything but not make her a demon or keep the one man she wanted alive, alive. Crowley thought.  Crowley's train of thought was interrupted when he heard the door open. 

"Sir," Anthony said bursting into the room. Crowley looked over. "I have some bad news from sector two."

"Sector two, who the bloody hell is that?"

"The eight demons you put at the spot the Winchesters were supposed to show up to," Anthony said. Crowley stood up. "The Winchester never made it to the motel. They turned around about nine towns before that."

"Victoria," Crowley said pissed. "Damn her," Crowley said walking towards the room she was in. He slammed open the door to find her sitting on the bed reading. "What the bloody hell did you do?" Victoria held up a finger. She turned the page then looked up.

"I'm sorry what, your royal assness. I didn't really care to pay attention." 

"What the bloody hell did you do? Did you tell the Winchesters where we were?"

"Oh, yes. Let me tell the three other people that want to exorcise me where I am. You know, you are so smart. Maybe I should take after you." She said throwing an attitude.

"Don't play dumb. I know it was you."

"How would it be me? In case you forgot, I can't leave this damn room."

"But you have the phone. The damn phone I left Anthony with." Crowley said getting louder.

"I don't appreciate the yelling. Maybe you can come to talk to me when you lose your attitude, sir." Victoria said looking back down at her book. "Oh," She said looking back up. "You know, when you aren't here, neither is Anthony, so I don't understand why you would blame me. Maybe it was that perfect little assistant of yours. 

Crowley was about to start talking but the sound of the engine of a 1967 Chevy Impala made him shut up. Without think, he walked across the room to the window. Sure enough, Dean, Sam, and Castiel were getting out with a knife, an angel blade, and a shotgun. Crowley walked back to the door but found that he couldn't leave the room.

"What the?"

"Depressing, isn't it? The horrible thought that you can't leave. Did you forget about that little Devil's Trap that you stuck on the floor below this room? Bummer. I guess the Winchester will just have to finish you and me, at the same time. Like father, like daughter. Let's hug it out and go down swinging." Victoria said flashing a fake smile. 

Before Crowley could get a chance to answer, Dean kicked down the door. He entered the room and Sam followed.

"Well, well. Moose, squirrel. Come to ruin our party. Well, it's too late. Victoria here already ruined it by inviting you two." Crowley said giving Victoria the death glare.