Destiel's Daughter

Slaughter

Dean's Pov.

Crowley was our next plan, and it didn't take a lot of effort to summon him. We found a good spot, painted ourselves a devil's trap, and got to cooking. I set out my tools as Sam and Cas finished the ritual. I grinned at the demon when he appeared, bound by us. Completely at our mercy.

"Hello again." I smirked. I didn't care if my daughter happen to show up during our 'interrogation'. Crowley was mine, and he was going to die. I wasn't surprised to see that the front of his clothing and his hands were stained with fresh blood. There was a larger-than-normal grin that spread across his face when he looked at me. It made me feel sick to my stomach. Cas could feel my uneasiness, so he placed a hand gently on the small of my back. A comforting gesture.

"Why so smug?" I demanded.

"Because, mate, see this blood?" He questioned, motioning to himself.

I nodded once.

"It used to be inside your daughter."

My mood shifted from confusion to blood lust.

"You son-of-a-bitch." I seethed, jumping on him. I sat on his chest, punching over and over again. I got in as many as possible before Cas and Sam yanked me off.

"He's hurting Eleanor!" I roared. Why wouldn't they want me to beat the living shit out of the guy??! Crowley stood up slowly, still grinning, though his face was now covered in his own blood.

"There's a very good possibility that he's lying, Dean." Castiel mumbled, forcing me to look him in the eye. His blue orbs calmed me down. I took a deep breath, and I was under control again.

"It's so cute how hopeful you three are... I'm not lying, King's word, this is Eleanor Winchester's blood." Crowley said.

"You're a demon Crowley, and you know that Eleanor ran away. You'd do what ever you can to upset us." Cas said.

"Fine, then how about I tell you about how soft her skin is? Probably the prettiest thing you'd ever come across in Hell... I mean, damn. Some days I just can't cut into her... I'll never get sick of the feeling of my lips against her neck..." Crowley looked like he was about to go on, but instead of words he let out a strangled cough.

I would have jumped on him again, but I was too confused as he dropped to his knees, choking on his own blood. I looked to Cas for an explanation. His expression was murderous. He was doing it. Castiel was doing that to Crowley. Neither Sam or I tried to stop him. The king of Hell writhed on the floor for a long time. But still not long enough. Just when he was mere inches from death, Cas stopped. Crowley sucked in a sharp breath, scrambling onto all fours.

"Cassie, didn't know you had that in you." He croaked, droplets of blood flew off his lips.

"Where is she?" I demanded.

"I already told you. Hell. For a few weeks now." His lips lifted into a sly grin. I felt like I was going to be sick. I couldn't bear look at Cas or Sam. A few weeks up here, meant years down there. My little girl, stuck in Hell for years, being tortured by the king himself...

"Take us to her." Cas ordered.

Crowley pretended to think for a moment, "How about, no."

"It wasn't a question, douche bag." Sam snarled.

"Do I look like I care? I'll make sure to tell her that you wish her the best." Crowley replied. I almost charged at him again, but Cas grabbed my hand, entwining our fingers. I didn't move.

"Okay Crowley, you have two options here, and two options only. Either take us to her, or die." I threatened.

"Well, bullocks, seems you've got me. Fine, but I'll only take one of you." He said, seeming more unphased than I would have liked.

"All three." I demanded.

He hesitated, "Can't do that, sorry. Your little girl will pay for this though, I don't like having my time wasted."

"I've wanted to do this, for a very long time." I growled, letting go of Cas and approaching Crowley, an angel blade held high. I lunged, and Crowley and I fell to the ground. When I stabbed him, I didn't go for the kill, I wanted to let him suffer for a while, so I stuck the knife straight through his wrist and into the floor.

"Your turn Cas." I grinned as I sat on Crowley's chest to keep him still. His face was twisted in pain, and that gave me so much pleasure, it was almost concerning. Almost. I listened as Cas approached behind me, a wordless shout fell from his lips as his blade came down on Crowley's other wrist. He was bound to the floor, but just to be sure...

"Sammy?" I asked, standing beside Cas. Sam's knife went through one of Crowley's ankles into the floor, and he dug through his backpack to find another to put through Crowley's last ankle. At the last puncture Crowley let out a short, strangled sounding cry. In complete honesty, it made me very, very happy...

"Now. We're gonna go find Eleanor. Once everything is good between us, we're gonna get her settled in a motel room, and we're going to take turns finishing you off, slowly." I said, I kept my voice calm. It didn't happen often, but there was actual fear in the King's eyes. I savored it, committing the look to memory, on the slight chance that I wouldn't see it again.

"You gonna be okay down there?" I asked, turning to Sam.

"Nothing I haven't experienced before." He huffed a small, humorless laugh.

[A/N just thought that this would be a good time to note that Sam is immortal, he stopped aging about the same time Dean did. He's not any kind of creature, but he found a way to live forever- without taking other people's body parts lmao]

I nodded. Sam got the demon knife from his pack, Cas and I didn't have a need for weapons.

"We have to end up in the same place, so I'll take you both." Cas said, placing a hand on Sammy and I. I had time to let out a sigh before our atmosphere became completely different.

Hell hadn't changed... I had to concentrate very hard to not let my emotions get the better of me. I didn't miss the stomach churning smell, or the boiling heat, that was for sure.

Demons were on us right away, Cas and Sam were beacons of light- especially Cas... I mean his true form was really something... I could have blended in if I really tried. Some might recognize me, but I could deal with a couple demons easy.

We slaughtered our way through Hell. Cas followed the half-angel essence, he could sense which direction she was in. Not how far away, but we take what we get. There was no resting, no pause in the attacks. Though, we never faltered. Not once. What can I say? We're the fucking Winchesters.