Huntress

Part 7: Lucifer

Listening to your Dad and Uncle on the phone with Cas was fine. You waited patiently, taking in every word and processing any necessary information. Then another voice appeared.
And English one at that.
"Maybe not." You challenged Cas' theory, hoping the unknown man would ask you who you were and save you a job. Fortunately, he was as nosey as any other Brit.
"The.bloody hell are you?" He asked.
"The bloody hell are you?" You echoed back.

"Rude."

"Thank you." You sipped your hot chocolate and waited to see what he'd say next.
A sigh could just about be heard followed by "Crowley. King of Hell."
" 'Course. Who else?" You rolled your eyes.
"Crowley, this is my daughter Y/N." Your Dad frowned as though unwilling to tell too many people. For safety or for shame- who knew which.
"You kept that one quiet." The man chuckled.
"Yeah well we haven't known for long, mind your own business." Uncle Dean tried to steer the topic away from you but this Crowley fellow was having none of it.
"Do you hunt?" He seemed to dislike the word 'hunt'.
"Yep." You answered confidently.
"Impressive."
"Not really. Besides, what do you do all day? Must be hard sitting around on a throne all day." You remarked, smirking. Uncle Dean scoffed but your Dad stepped in "Okay maybe we should continue on the matter at hand."
"She's undermining me!" Crowley protested, you say there smiling but not saying anything.
"I don't care! Look we need to talk about Lucifer."

"If your English how come you're in the US?" You asked, ignoring your Dad.
"Firstly, I'm not I'm Scottish, and secondly, being a demon in England isn't exactly a wise idea."
You chuckled "True. I'll give you that one."

For some reason the car journey seemed slightly tense. At first you wondered if you'd annoyed your Dad by talking to Crowley. But then you realised.

"Y/N?" Your Dad's voice made you look up. "Who is it?"
You took in a deep breath, his expression thick with concern.

"It's Mick."

"Don't answer it." Uncle Dean piped up, warning you through the rear-view mirror. Hesitantly, your thumb hovered over 'answer'. "Y/N." Your Dad spoke more softly and calm, but the stern glare was just as prominent.
"I have to." You whispered shamefully.
"Y/N!" Your Dad's voice was far more urgent this time.
Before you'd fully committed to the idea you were holding the phone up to your ear.

"What're you listening to?" Uncle Dean asked. At first, you thought he was talking to you, but then you noticed he was talking to your Dad. Curious, you took out an earbud and sat back.
"Podcast." Your Dad spoke quickly- keen to get back to it.
"Well that's better than nothing." Uncle Dean declared, reaching for the headphone jack. Your Dad's hand shot out "No it's uh, probably boring." You switched off when he rambled on about something to do with the thesis of Martin Luther King.

Uncle Dean squinted suspiciously but didn't seem to push. That was, until, he tugged the jack out and the sound of some sort of rock filled the car.
"Really?!" Uncle Dean looked both amused and ashamed.
"Wha- it's not that bad okay!" Your Dad protested.
As they were arguing, you plugged your phone into the speaker and switched out the cable so your music was playing. They stopped at the sudden change of genre and turned to you. "What?" You shrugged.
"This better be good." Uncle Dean pointed. You rolled your eyes and sat back, happy to have your familiar music with you still.

You arrived at the hospital where Lucifer's supposed girlfriend had carved into her own skin. As grotesque as it sounded, it was just the start of what Lucifer was capable of. Truth be told, you were pretty bloody terrified at this moment. You'd barely hunted demons, let alone the demon.
"We need to treat this with care." Your Dad said softly, warning Uncle Dea and you as you stepped into the warmth. Inside was two men. One was Castiel, the angel who'd healed your foot. The other was shorter and had darker clothes. He had a slight beard and looked more than disappointed with life.
That had to be Crowley.