Crowley's Daughter (Sam Winchester~ Supernatural)

My Beginning

"Mily, baby, promise me that you'll take care of yourself."

"Yes, mom." I said with tears streaming down my face.

"And if you find your brother, tell him that I love him."

"Mom--" I said whimpering and sniffing.

"I love you sweetie."

Her soft hand caressing my cheek, let go. I held tightly to it, closing my eyes and bowing my head down on her bed.

"I love you too." I breathed out. Sobs burst out and I cried for what seemed like hours.

Mother had been only given 20 years of life before me and my twin brother were born. We weren't like the rest of the people on this damned place. Mom had been cast down to earth after she went down an "unholy path" as religious people would call it. My mother was a "sinner", so instead of going to hell, the Big Guy sent her down here.

She raised us all by herself. Working her ass of for my entire life. She sacrificed everything for my brother and I, only to have that asshole run away once she got extremely ill. I stood by her side all through out it. I was on my own. But I made a promise to my mother, to go look for my brother once she passed.

And I promised myself something. That I would find my father. I needed to know who I was, I was lost. We were lost. And by we, I meant Damian and I. That's another reason why he had runaway. He was going down a bad path. He was a devil child. I am one too, just not as much as him.

I get that from mom. I was neither an angel nor a devil, I was somewhere in between. There was part of me that I couldn't tell who I was. Sure, I guess you can say I had a little angel in me. But the bad side of me, I don't know where I got it from. Hell, I don't get why Damian is a jerk.

Anyways, this is where my story begins. Sitting here, spending the last moments my mother had with her, in hopes that she'll tell me where I could find my father. But she didn't mention him.

It's now time to hunt him down.