Crowley's Daughter

Chapter Thirty

-The last chapter of Crowley's Daughter by MrsSamWinchester1.-

Victoria's Point of View

November 8th, the day my life changed forever. The day I got the one true love of my life. My baby. My Matthew James. There would be nothing that would tear us apart.

I would be a huge part of his life. I wouldn't let him end up like I did. Without a mother to care for him.

My Matthew would have everything. Nothing would make me leave him.

Or so I thought.

November 9th, the day the love of my life was stolen from me...By the other love of my life. And I was locked in a house owned by Bobby, the guy from Sam's picture. Sure, I had water and food and a nice place to sleep but I wanted my baby.

I will have my baby back. Sam would see that I'm not a danger to Matthew.

But, he's only giving him the world I wanted, right? Sam is only putting Matthew first. His needs are more important than mine. Matthew will grow up in a safe world.

A world without hunting.

---------5 years later----------Sam's Point of View

"Have you gone to see her lately?" Dean asked in the driver's seat of the Impala.

"You mean since she last saw Matthew? You mean eight years ago when I put her in Bobby's panic room? No, I haven't. I trust Cas enough to let him watch over her. I'll go see her when the time is right and when I know that she isn't mad at me anymore," I said looking out the window.

"What about Matthew? Have you gone to see your son at all?" Dean asked.

The feeling of guilt was back in my stomach. I had given Matthew to Becky to watch over him. Crazy Becky. She was the only person I could think of that knew of the things that Dean and I hunted but wasn't fighting them. He was only four days old when I gave him to her.

I tried to raise him. I did. Well, Dean and I did but when we got called for a job, I realized that if something were to happen to Matthew that Victoria would never forgive me.

"No, I haven't seen him," I said looking back at Dean.

I knew what he looked like since Becky sent a picture of him every month. He had dark brown hair that spiked in the front. He had his mother's eyes, the bright blue ones. Becky would read supernatural books to him and he would draw pictures of what he thought the monsters looked like. What he thought Dean looked like. What he thought I looked like. Sometimes he drew a woman being saved by Dean and I. It almost looked like Victoria. But he didn't know about Victoria. Becky would add them to the picture. He was growing up without being in danger.

The only problem to this was that he believed that Becky was his mother. He would never know of his real mother. Of Victoria. That wasn't a problem to me but a problem to Victoria.

From the way she looked at him, I knew as soon as she held him that she loved him. More than me. She was his mother, obviously, she loved him more than her. I didn't have an issue with it.

She wanted him to stay out of the hunter life and I'm following that promise. Even if I had to break a promise to Crowley.

After Matthew's birth, I stuck Victoria in a place where no one would find her. Bobby's panic room.

Castiel went to check on her each night but I missed her. I knew this was for the best.

To keep Crowley from getting suspicious of where his daughter was, Dean told him that she died in childbirth. Crowley accepted it and never pushed it again. He knew where Matthew was but he believed that it was easier to stay out of the child's life.