Summary: Post!Apocalypse. Dean and Sam are still hunting after the defeat of the Devil, but the aftermath of one particular hunt brings Crowley back into the life of someone he thought had forgotten him and brings Castiel true love. Please R&R!
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or its characters. I only own Eila O'Neill. I don't own the lyrics used in this chapter either.
A/N: Okay, listening to The Rocky Road to Dublin inspired me to write this, and Eila has an interesting past as well as an amazing future coming up.
Hope you enjoy and please let me know if you want me to continue it!
Eila
Chapter One: An Irishman's Daughter
"Well done, guys." Dean said as he raised a beer, "To the continuous downfall of evil sonsabitches across the world...except of course Crowley."
The demon winked at Dean and took his whiskey down, the rest of Team Free Will taking down their drinks, Gabriel with a bottle of Dr Pepper while Castiel just sipped a glass of water. The group heard the grunts from the back of the bar where there were two men in a cage, both of them fighting bloodily inside it's metal confines which made them wince, especially when one threw the other into the metal bars.
"Jesus..." Sam breathed, blushing and bowing his head as Castiel glared at him.
"Get your ass in there, Cas, we could earn some mega bucks, huh?" Gabriel chuckled, Castiel glaring at him which made him bow his head.
The fight ended and Dean shook his head, taking a swig of beer.
"I don't know what kinda lunatic gets in there, but I have no sympathy for 'em."
When the soft sounds of a banjo came over the speakers, Bobby saw Crowley's mouth drop open while a grin spread over his face. There was only one person who Crowley knew loved that song enough to use it to fight to. She used to when she got herself into bar brawls when he knew her all those years ago. She'd never called him after she turned twenty-one and he figured she just didn't want to speak to him anymore. He'd tried not to let it hurt him, but it had a little since he'd risked his life for her more than once.
"I do." He smirked, getting up and heading for the cage which contained a man who looked as big as Sam, and a young woman who had black gloves with shamrocks on them, her beautiful brown curls and gorgeous green eyes all too familiar.
"While in the merry month of May from me home I started,
Left the girls of Tuam so sad and broken hearted,
Saluted father dear, kissed me darling mother,
Drank a pint of beer, me grief and tears to smother,
Then off to reap the corn, leave where I was born,
Cut a stout black thorn to banish ghosts and goblins;
Bought a pair of brogues rattling o'er the bogs
And fright'ning all the dogs on the rocky road to Dublin.
One, two, three four, five,
Hunt the Hare and turn her down the rocky road
all the way to Dublin, Whack follol de rah !"
The girl swung a punch and kicked the guy onto his back, throwing her fist in the air as she put a foot on his chest, stamping his stomach and dragging him up by his collar before pounding into him again. Crowley winced at the shots as the others did, all of them agape at how the girl was beating the bigger guy like he was just a pillow or something. She picked up her bottle of Jack Daniels in the corner and took the final shot down, throwing the bottle into the cage which caused it to smash, glass flying everywhere.
"In Mullingar that night I rested limbs so weary,
Started by daylight next morning blithe and early,
Took a drop of pure to keep me heartfrom sinking;
Thats a Paddy's cure whenever he's on drinking.
See the lassies smile, laughing all the while
At me curious style, 'twould set your heart a bubblin'
Asked me was I hired, wages I required,
I was almost tired of the rocky road to Dublin.
One, two, three four, five,
Hunt the Hare and turn her down the rocky road
all the way to Dublin, Whack follol de rah!"
"You know her?" Sam asked as he took in the look on Crowley's face.
"Her name's Eila O'Neill." He said, "Born in Dublin, raised in New York. She's the daughter of an Irishman, but her mother's from New York."
Everyone flinched as she took a shot to the jaw, watching as she turned back from where she'd stumbled into the cage. She spat her blood to the mat and glared at the guy before her who suddenly looked frightened, a gorgeous Irish accent shooting straight out of her mouth.
"Y'wanna lamp me again, y'manky buck?" She yelled, "I might be plastered, but I can still clatter ya until you're not fit to stand, y'filthy fuckin' idjit!"
Castiel closed his eyes at the curses while Gabriel, Crowley and Dean all grinned, watching as the girl headed forward to give the man another good beating.
"In Dublin next arrived, I thought it such a pity
To be soon deprived a view of that fine city.
So then I took a stroll, all among the quality;
Me bundle it was stole, all in a neat locality.
Something crossed me mind, when I looked behind,
No bundle could I find upon me stick a wobblin'
Enquiring for the rogue, they said me Connaught brogue
Wasn't much in vogue on the rocky road to Dublin.
One, two, three four, five,
Hunt the Hare and turn her down the rocky road
all the way to Dublin, Whack follol de rah!"
As Eila beat the hell out of the guy, she climbed up the cage jumped onto him, 'causing him to shoot up and vomit his guts onto the floor of the cage. As the sound died down and only the music played from the speakers, the man stood up and staggered, looking to the back of Eila who was getting her breath back.
"Go back to Ireland, you disgusting narrow-back."
Crowley gasped when he heard the insult. He watched her stop for a moment before she picked up her trusty shillelagh and thought. He knew that she was considering going to beat the bastard to death for speaking to her like that but she went against it, putting her shillelagh down gently.
"From there I got away, me spirits never falling,
Landed on the quay, just as the ship was sailing.
The Captain at me roared, said that no room had he;
When I jumped aboard, a cabin found for Paddy.
Down among the pigs, played some hearty rigs,
Danced some hearty jigs, the water round me bubbling;
When off Holyhead I wished meself was dead,
Or better for instead on the rocky road to Dublin.
One, two, three four, five,
Hunt the Hare and turn her down the rocky road
all the way to Dublin, Whack follol de rah!"
The whole place had fallen practically silent saving the sound of the music and the other man continued, Crowley scrubbing a hand over his face as he watched Eila burning with anger.
"Go on! Fuck off back to your own country, you filthy skank! We don't want the likes of Paddy's and Tater-Tots here."
Eila spun around with venom in her eyes and growled, marching towards the man and swinging her fist so hard the crowd winced at the crack of the man's skull as she split his head open from just under his temple down to his cheekbone, a smirk crossing her lips as he fell to the ground, groaning in pain.
"That's what ya get for callin' me a narrow-back, y'slimy dog."
Everyone watched as she slid out of the cage, bruised and battered with that beautiful shillelagh in hand. She spat blood onto the floor and collected her winnings from the stunned bartender, Crowley watching her walk away as soft sobs shot through her body.
"Well the boys of Liverpool, when we safely landed,
Called meself a fool, I could no longer stand it.
Blood began to boil, temper I was losing;
Poor old Erin's Isle they began abusing.
"Hurrah me soul" says I, me Shillelagh I let fly.
Some Galway boys were nigh and saw I was a hobble in,
With a load "hurray !" joined in the affray.
We quitely cleared the way for the rocky road to Dublin.
One, two, three four, five,
Hunt the Hare and turn her down
the rocky road and all the way to Dublin,
Whack follol de rah!"
-TBC-
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