Summary: As soon as Crowley showed up at Bobby's, the hunter knew he was trouble. However, even after the Apocalypse, Crowley still showed up and Bobby didn't expect the demon to fall for his daughter, or for his daughter to fall for the demon. Please R&R!

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

A/N: Alrighty, so this starts after Season 5, but everyone got out of the Apocalypse okay and Castiel and Gabriel still hang around with the Winchesters.

Bobby got his the use of his legs back and kept it, while his daughter moved back home from another state.

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Love Works in Mysterious Ways

~Chapter One~

Emma awoke to the sound of voices, one being that of her father and the other being...well...someone else. British. Oh wow! They had visitors! This made a change from seeing Sam and Dean all the time. Ah, Dean...her almost lover, Dean. Anyway, enough about him. This story isn't about him (although there are times during this story where you'll find that maybe Emma wished she was with Dean rather than the other person downstairs, but you'll find that out later).

She sat up, auburn waves falling in front of her face as she wiped her dark hazel eyes, rubbing the bridge of her nose, small, straight with a pointed tips, licking her soft, full lips as she climbed out of bed. She made for the stairs, slowly and quietly before she heard her father's voice.

"Can't you just go the hell away? Haven't you bugged me enough?"

Her father stood proud and tall in the living room she found, looking to another strikingly handsome man with dark hair and a suit of all black standing there with a cocky grin on his face.

"Dad?"

Bobby spun around at the sound of his daughter's soft voice and immediately grabbed her wrist, pulling her behind him to protect her from the person before him.

"Now, now, Bobby," He said, the voice like liquid silk which made Emma's knees tremble like leaves in the wind, "That isn't polite, is it?"

Bobby sighed, releasing the grip of his daughter's hand, Emma moving around to get a look of the person before her.

"Um...Emma...this is Crowley," Bobby began, "He's a demon..."

Emma gasped and naturally backed away, Bobby taking her hand and holding it to reassure her.

"Crowley, this is my baby girl, Emma." The hunter finished, Crowley taking in the sight of the gorgeous girl before him.

She was dressed in a white tank top and purple checkered flannel pyjama bottoms, the cutest toes Crowley had ever seen poking out from beneath the fabric.

Cute? Oh, Christ on a bike...

"You sure she's yours?" He asked, Bobby actually chuckling in response.

"Positive."

"Uh...Crowley?" Emma asked, her father nodding, "The one who gave you back the use of your legs...?"

Bobby nodded once more and watched as that sweet, loving, beautiful, caring daughter of his smiled at the demon and thanked him with a nod before heading back upstairs, probably to get dressed. The twenty-seven year old had just lost her job and her father had taken her back fixing the cars in the yard, which she was by far the best at in the state. Well...maybe apart from Dean, but he was busy hunting with Sam again, even after they'd stopped Lucifer. Bobby caught Crowley watching her leave, knowing exactly where his eyes were focussed. He didn't say anything though, he just glared at the demon who smirked and shrugged.

"Old habits die hard."

"You're not going anywhere are you?" Bobby asked with a sigh, Crowley chuckling and vanishing into thin air, "Great."


The sun beat down on Emma as she sat on one of the trucks, tuning her dark red acoustic guitar up before beginning to play Fields of Gold by Eva Cassidy, her favourite song for many years. She had no idea that the demon was sitting on the car opposite her, both of which she'd been working on that day. He was hidden from sight, sound and mind, just watching as those slender, beautiful fingers plucked the strings of that fine instrument.

He listened to her sing, gentle voice floating into his ears and sending warmth drifting through his body. He found himself unable to take his eyes from this beautiful creature, this stunning human that somehow had been pro-created by Bobby Singer. Great. Now he had horrible mental images. But they were taken away and replaced by her image, her voice and her eyes. God, her eyes. They were the most beautiful shade of hazel he'd ever seen. Good God, the girl was just...just beautiful.

The demon grew nervous at what he was feeling, that godforsaken heart pounding wildly as she sang the song. He didn't quite understand what was happening to him other than he was utterly, completely attracted to this girl before him. Her auburn waves hung over one shoulder, a gentle smile gracing her face as she sang, full lips turning up at the corners, a gorgeous set of white teeth being revealed. He got a glimpse of her wrists though, seeing scars, several of them on each one.

No...she'd never tried to kill herself...perhaps when her mother died. Both she and Bobby had been broken at that, Bobby had told him once. One occasion that wasn't supposed to be spoken of. He'd never seen Bobby's daughter before, since the hunter didn't have any family photographs out for people to see. Maybe with the death of his wife it had been too painful, but this young woman...how could he have not seen this girl before? She ended the song with a gentle note, Crowley noticing tears in her eyes while one fell down her cheek. He had to fight the urge to move towards her and wipe it away.

He just wanted to stop her tears, but if she knew he'd been listening this whole time, she'd probably yell at him or something. Maybe she was sexy when she was angry. He'd find out at some point, he had no doubt, but he found himself wanting to stick around at Bobby's house, as long as Emma was here. Emma Olivia Singer. He heard four words whispered and his mouth dropped open at them.

"I love you, Mom."

Wow...she'd played that for her mother? Even after all this time she was still playing music for her mother?

"I know how much you loved to hear me play...so I'll find another song to play tomorrow, okay?" Emma said softly, "I've got to get back to work, but I'll think of something."

She jumped down from the truck and took the guitar back indoors, Crowley's eyes never leaving her as she went.

He was definitely sticking around, whether Bobby liked it or not, because he just had to get to know this girl better. He had to.

-TBC-


Thanks for reading! Hope you enjoyed this first chapter!

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