Maisie Winchester: The Cursed Hunter

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DISCLAIMER; SUPERNATURAL ISN'T MINE AND THIS WORK IS COMPLETELY FAN-MADE AND HAS NO RELATION TO THE CANON STORY BESIDES THE FOLLOWING OF THE SEASON EVENTS (SEASON 11).

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"ARE YOU NOT HEARING me?" Dean and Maisie hear over the speakerphone as they practice fighting in the training room, Dean correcting his daughter's stance and the predictiveness of her swings more than actually listening to the demon on the other end of the line. "I said I have in my possession the solution to our collective problems. You should be doing a jig."
"I don't jig," Dean comments as he trumps his out of shape daughter once again. "Change your footing, be lighter on your feet." He instructs.
"If I were any lighter, I'd be flying." Maisie snides but does as told while Dean continues his conversation with Crowley.
"Now, how do I know you even escaped Lucifer and he's not making you say all this?"
"Honestly, your cynicism is depressing... What are you doing?" The former king of hell questions at the continual sounds of grunting.
"None of your business," Dean says quickly as he pins Maisie's arms behind her back. The girl groans, pulling her arms away, shaking out her frustration before motioning for her father to try again.
"Why would Lucifer force me to discuss the very means of his destruction?"
Dean stops short of his next attack, turning to look at the phone sitting on a chair by the pair's towels and drink bottles. "What are you talking about?" He questions.
"A weapon... one that channels divinity." Dean and Maisie share a look, waiting for the demon to continue. An annoyed sigh can be heard over the phone before he does just that. "Yes, powerful enough to help destroy a force like the Darkness, or Lucifer. Tell me you haven't been searching for such a thing."
"A Hand of God? Of course we have." Dean picks up the phone, calling an official time out.
"Thought as much. St. Louis. The old post office on Beekman." With that, the demon hangs up.
Dean throws the phone back on the chair before turning to his daughter, tripping her over. "Never be off your guard." He reminds as he helps her to her feet. Maisie sighs, rubbing her face with her hands.
"This is useless," She exclaims, throwing her arms up in the air. "Last week I took on two wolves just fine. I healed us all, brought you back from the dead..." She shakes her head. "And now it's like I've never hunted before in my life."
"Which is why we're doing this," Dean reminds, throwing Maisie her drink bottle and towel. "Take a break. We've got a hand of God to follow up."

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Sam, Dean and Maisie arrive at the old post office as asked a few hours later, looking around at the abandoned interior. "Nice digs. The Crypt Keeper out of town?" Dean remarks as they approach the demon in hiding.
"I'm lucky to be alive." Crowley exclaims. "Lucifer had me trussed up like a dog in my own palace."
"'Palace'?" Maisie questions. "Oh, you mean the abandoned nuthouse I was almost killed in."
"He kept me in a kennel!" Crowley protests to keep the attention on him. Both Sam, Dean and Maisie are amused by his misfortune. "And he turned all his demons... my demons... against me. They scour the earth, day and night, looking to kill me. He has to be dealt with."
"So is this why you brought us here?" Dean questions, his annoyance growing. "Some lousy grudge match with Lucifer?"
"Yeah, where's this, uh, Hand of God you were talking about?" Sam interrogates.
"I'm getting to that." Crowley holds up an impatient hand. "Your only hope of subduing Amara is to match the level of power that she possesses."

"No kidding. And?" Dean quips.

"And I have the Horn of Joshua."

"Joshua?" Sam perks up. "As in the Joshua that won the battle of Jericho?"
"And I'm willing to entrust it to your capable hands." The three Winchesters share a suspicious look at the demon's comment. "What? I just said I'd give you the thing."