Summary: Dean and Sam's half-sister decides to prove herself good enough to be a hunter by taking a job involving a demon on by herself. But Crowley isn't going to let her go alone, not when the demon she's after is one he wants to kill too. Please R&R!

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or its characters. I only own my OC.

A/N: After watching a Crowley vid on YouTube, I couldn't resist writing this. It just put me in the mood to write something with smut, romance, action and hopefully a pretty good storyline.

Hope you enjoy!

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Nothing But A Name On The Bullet That I Aim

~Chapter One~

"Heather Elaine Winchester, you get your ass back here!" Dean scolded, following his twenty-one year old sister as she stormed away from him, a bottle of whiskey grasped in her hands.

"Dean, leave her alone, huh?" Sam said softly, "Let the poor kid have a drink."

"I'm not a fucking kid!" Heather screamed, her short blonde waves glimmering as she passed under Bobby's kitchen light.

"Oh, joy..." Bobby breathed, looking across at Crowley who was drinking a glass of whiskey, "Another domestic."

The demon and older hunter got a good look at those tearful, swollen green eyes and they sighed, watching as she sat in the chair and opened the bottle, quickly taking a swig of the liquor. Dean came out of nowhere, grabbing the bottle from his sister and walking away with it, Bobby and Crowley shaking their heads when the girl got up and ran after him.

"Dean, give it back! It's my birthday present!" She yelled, "Dean!"

Dean threw it away, watching as his sister just broke into tears and stormed away from him again. The Apocalypse had been over for a grand total of three days, and the Winchester siblings were constantly at each other's throats. It was ridiculous. They'd gone through hell trying to save each other and protect each other, yet here they were, barking and yelling at each other like none of that mattered. Dean appeared in the living room, shaking with anger.

"Which genius decided to give her whiskey for her twenty-first birthday? Hmm?" He asked, "Because that's just sending a bad message."

"If you're desperate to know, Dean, I gave her the whiskey." Crowley said, "It was what she wanted, and she's an adult. She's legal to drink and she can drink what she pleases."

"Crowley, I don't want her being corrupted by the stuff." Dean snapped, "She'd already had half of it and she only opened it yesterday."

"It was her birthday, Dean, give the girl a chance to celebrate it." Bobby said, "She's entitled to drink what she likes and do what she likes. That was way out of line. What kicked off the arguments anyway?"

"She wants to hunt by herself." Dean sighed, Bobby just raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah...? And...?"

"And she could get hurt! No-one would know if she got herself hurt!" Dean said, "It's too risky, I'm sorry. I can't let her hunt alone."

"Dean, that girl can get out of more tight spots than Harry Houdini." Bobby said, "She'll be perfectly fine to hunt by herself. Seriously, boy, you need to just calm down and let her be the adult that she is."

Crowley stood up and Dean raised a hand to stop him.

"Don't you dare go after her." He said, "That's just what she wants."

"Dean, let me explain the situation." Crowley said quietly, "You just behaved like a total bastard to your sister, who you're supposed to be making happy considering what you've all just gone through, and now, because of you, your sister is ridiculously upset. And since she's a good friend of mine, I think I'll go and see how she is. Alright?"

With that, he walked past Dean, the hunter standing there completely shocked at the words from the demon.

Crowley looked around for Heather, deciding to mojo up another bottle of whiskey with a purple bow on it, her favourite colour as it happened, before making his way up the stairs to her room. He knocked on the door, hearing her crying on the other side. He entered anyway, smiling at her which he didn't receive in return. Well, she was crying. He couldn't expect anything less.

"Don't get too upset about that whiskey, love." He said softly, revealing the new bottle to her, "Got you some more."

"Thank you." Heather whispered, sniffling and wiping her eyes, "That's really sweet."

"Yeah, well, don't get used to it." Crowley said, winking at her mischievously which she understood to mean that he was just kidding, "You look busy."

He took note of the files, laptop and papers that were arranged across the dusky green bedspread.

"M'looking for a hunt." Heather mumbled, dabbing her eyes again as she continued to work from her case notes, "I wanna get outta here for a while."

"Don't blame you." Crowley told her, "He's just looking out for you, y'know."

"Well, there are ways of going about it." Heather replied, "Not by wrecking my twenty-first birthday. One of my milestone birthdays. My eighteenth was wrecked, along with every other milestone birthday."

"Listen, things are gonna be a lot different." Crowley said, smiling softly at her, "Trust me."

"I always do." Heather replied, placing the bottle of whiskey in her bag, "Thanks again for the drink."

She gave the demon a familiar look and he sighed, rolling his eyes before opening his arms to her.

"Come on, then."

Heather grinned and hugged him tightly, letting go after just a few seconds before smiling sweetly at him.

"I'll come down when Dean goes out for beer." She said softly, "I don't wanna be around him right now."

"Okay." Crowley replied, "So, you'll go hunting regardless of Dean's wishes?"

"Yeah." Heather told him, shrugging slightly, "I fancy a little adventure."

Crowley smiled and left the room to let her get on with her research, chuckling to himself. Heather was a damn headstrong girl, brave, tough and stupidly loyal to Dean and Sam. She gave them loyalty that they didn't always deserve, especially when they would treat her with little respect and as though she had no idea what she was talking about. In the demon's opinion, the Winchester brothers were morons, and if they didn't start realising how much hurt they caused their sister soon, they'd lose her.

Heather sat in the living room, turning on the radio to hear one of her favourite songs begin to play into the room.

"I pick all my skirts to be a little too sexy
Just like all of my thoughts they always get a bit naughty.
When I'm out with my girls I always play a bit bitchy.
Can't change the way I am sexy naughty bitchy me..."

She started to dance a little in her seat and the others chuckled, the arguments of earlier that day forgotten as the Winchesters, Castiel, Bobby and Crowley watched her small display. Dean smiled at how adorable she was, as Sam did, and Bobby just couldn't fight the laugh at the look on her face. She was pretty damn happy and it was so nice for him to see.

But the radio was cut off suddenly by the appearance of Gabriel who threw the thing across the room, shocking everyone.

"Eww!" He yelled, "Eww! Eww! Eww! Disgusting! Awful damn song!"

"Gabriel, I was enjoying that!" Heather protested, "You spoil sport!"

"Hey, I got a hunt for you, doll face." The Archangel said, "Demon in Chicago...well...fallen angel-turned-demon in Chicago, who goes by the name of Leviathon."

Crowley's head snapped up at the name and he stared at the Archangel for a moment.

"Levi? Levi's in Chicago?"

"Yeah, why?" Gabriel asked, Crowley smiling brightly at him.

"Didn't think I'd ever be so happy to see you, Gabriel." He replied, looking to Heather, "I'll go with you, Heather. I have some unfinished business with Levi which I reckon that will definitely be finished by the time I'm done with him."

-TBC-

Muahaha! And the hunt begins...kinda...

Hope you enjoyed!

Thanks for reading so far!

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