[RE-WRITING] The Righteous Man's Daughter {Dean Winchester's Daughter}

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Thankfully, I made it before my bladder went on autopilot. My small amount of unimportant gratefulness flooded away when I heard the voice of someone familiar. I carefully and quietly reached for the handgun, switching the safety off.

Then I prayed I'd make it out unscathed.

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"Little Winchester, I know you're in here." The Scottish accent boiled my blood in irritation. Didn't Crowley know I wasn't in the mood for his antics? "Come on, darling, don't be rude."

"Rude?" I speak up, sarcastically. "You're the one in the women's bathroom, Crowley."

"Ah, yes, can't blame me for never being able to catch you alone." I can hear the mockery in his tone. I glanced down at the gun in my hands knowing it wouldn't kill Crowley, him being a demon and all, but I hoped it would stun the bastard long enough for me to get to Sam or Dean. Even the cashier just outside the bathroom's entrance would be of some help.

"What do you want, Crowley?" I say, still trying to formulate a plan.

"First, I'd like if you'd come out. Without shooting me, of course." I freeze all of my thoughts of any future action. How the hell did he know I had the gun? "I promise I'm not here to hurt you, love. I'm just here to talk."

"Yeah, I'm sure my dad and uncle wouldn't believe that lie if they were here." I say, trying to cock the hammer of the gun back as quietly as I could.

The sudden click it made had Crowley outside the stall door going, "Tsk, tsk, tsk," Before I could blink, the stall door flew open to reveal an annoyed Crowley. "I was hoping we could play nice here, Little Winchester. Then again, you are your father's child. Who was I to think you'd do as I ask?" The invisible force of Crowley's powers as a demon throw me backwards into the wall. The gun that was previously in my hands clattered to the floor. Being so sure that it might alert the cashier, I wait for the bathroom door to open again.

"I don't think you know what you're doing." I state, hoping to strike fear into the heart of the King of Hell. Man, was I stupid.

"Ava, listen to me now. I am the king of Hell, and you are human. In a fight to the death, I'd win with a snap of my fingers." My breath catches in my throat when Crowley lifts up his left hand in a way that might suggest he'd snap his fingers. "I know promised not to hurt you, but you decided to ruin such a good truce we'd made."

"What truce?" I say, trying to convey that there was no truce.

"Oh, you know, the one where I asked you not to shoot me and you continued to prepare for just that!" His voice raises into a yell. I continued hoping that if the cashier hadn't heard me hit the wall, he'd hear a man shouting in the women's bathroom. Or maybe the guy was just dumb. Hopefully not the latter.

"Anger issues much?" I mumble, slightly aware I must have been upsetting him more. Damn my snappy sarcasm!

"I was not coming here with the intent of hurting you, but let me say it now: you are definitely testing my limits here, Winchester." The force that still held me against the wall pushed harder against me. Underneath that and my body, the wall cracked in a few places causing me to wince.

"Okay, okay," I say hurriedly. "What do you want?" All at once Crowley releases the hold that kept me about a foot off the ground against the wall. I drop in a quick moment and try not to glance towards the gun.

"I'm sure you've spoken with the angel, yes?" He asks vaguely.

"What angel?" Was Crowley a part of what happened earlier with that angel trying to take me off somewhere unknown? Or could Castiel be back?