This isn't really a sequel to Heiress of Illusion, because it's a different storyline, but it's in the same universe and eventually they will come together in another story. I may end up making this a rewrite of season three, but I haven't decided yet. Let me know if that's something anyone out there would be interested in. Until then, enjoy this Intro to Hell on Heels :D
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural and make no money from writing anything involving the show.
The King of the Crossroads sat back in his chair. He could feel the summoning. Someone calling for one of his demons. But not just anybody. Dean Winchester. The poor little hunter had lost his baby brother. Now, in a fit of rage and loss, he'd driven to a crossroads and summoned a demon to make a deal. This was too good to pass up.
Normally, for such a high stakes deal, Crowley would go himself, to ensure he got exactly what he wanted. But then he'd be revealing himself to a Winchester. That was never a good idea. Some idiot demons may believe they could best those hunters, but Crowley was smarter than that. No, he couldn't have a face-to-face with a Winchester until he was positive he had no other option.
So who could he trust to send in his place? It couldn't be just anyone, though he was sure many would be eager to make this deal. No. It had to be someone he trusted with his life, because this deal could very well mean just that if something went awry. Well that was easy. There was only two people Crowley trusted with his life. Himself, for starters. And second…
Crowley disappeared from hell and instantaneously reappeared in his castle in Scotland. Hogwarts, a certain resident called it after the first Harry Potter came out in theaters. He didn't often come here, not wanting anyone from hell to know about it, but he had to speak with the only other person who knew about this place, besides the poor souls he had working here who couldn't leave the grounds. Their fault really. They shouldn't have made a deal with him if they couldn't handle the consequences.
Music thumped down the third floor corridor, vibrating the walls and floor and making his head hurt. He stopped outside the large wooden door that lead to the music room and rubbed his temple. He'd never understand why she felt the need to listen to music this loud. How had she not gone deaf yet? With a snap of his fingers, all the noise cut off abruptly, filling the air with an eerie silence.
"Hey!" a feminine voice shouted, followed by the soft padding of footsteps and the door flying open. The petite blonde froze in the doorway, her long hair swinging forward in front of her face. The bottom layer of hair had been died a dark purple. That was new. She was still in her plaid pajama shorts and tank top with bunny slippers on her feet. Her blue eyes lit up when she recognized the man standing in the hall.
"Daddy!" she called, throwing herself at him.
He rolled his eyes and patted her back, "Don't call me that."
She just grinned mischievously, leaning back against the door frame, "I thought you wouldn't be here till this weekend."
"Change of plans. I have a job for you."
"Oh really?" she raised an eyebrow. "You rarely give me jobs. Must be important."
"Oh yes," he smirked. "Plus, I thought you'd like to catch up with the client. It's an old friend of yours after all."
"An old friend?"
"A certain Winchester would like to strike another deal. As you did so well last time, I thought perhaps you'd like another chance."
A grin spread across her face, "I'll go get dressed."