A/N: This is my first Supernatural story. This story starts in season 5 and will not diverge very much from canon until Season 7. Established Crowley/OC.
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or anything else you may recognize.
It had been three weeks since her mother died. For months Carina Williams had been bedridden after she was diagnosed with cancer. Evie had moved in with her mother to care for her. Carina had less than a year to live. Most of the time she acted like nothing was wrong with her, but in the last month, she seemed like she was in a daze. A week before her death, she called her daughter into the room and told her the one thing she held secret. Shortly after, she slipped into a coma, and never woke up.
This is how Evie found herself in Sioux Falls, South Dakota at a run-down old salvage yard. She hoped this was it. She had spent two weeks tracking him down. Taking a final drag on her cigarette, she smashed it under her boot and walked up to the porch. She knocked on the door and slid her hands into her pockets. The door opened and a young man with shaggy brown hair and hazel eyes peered out at her. She bit her lip anxiously. "Um, hi. I'm Evelyn Williams." She faltered for a moment. "I'm looking for Robert Singer, does he live here?"
He looked at her oddly. "Yeah. Come on in." He led her into the living room. "Just wait here, alright? I'll get him."
She sat down on the couch and looked around. Every surface seemed to be covered with books. It seemed like a bookworm's heaven. She sighed and picked at her nails, growing more nervous with every passing second. After a few minutes, she looked up, hearing footsteps approaching. The guy from before walked in with an older man following behind him in a wheelchair. "This is her, Bobby."
Bobby scoffed. "Obviously. What other woman would be in my living room?" He shook his head and turned his attention to her. "Sam here tells me you were askin' about me. Do ya mind tellin' me what's goin' on?"
She suddenly felt like her throat was full of cotton. "Um, like I told Sam, my name is Evie Williams. My mother asked me to look for you. She said-" Evie stopped, suddenly losing her nerve. She took a deep breath before continuing. "She said you're my father."
Bobby looked absolutely stunned. He looked at Sam. "Go get your brother." He looked her in the eyes. "Lemme get this straight. You think I'm your dad? When did this even happen?"
"Mère said she met you while you were on a hunt down in New Orleans. Carina Williams. She used a spell to help you track a werewolf back in '84."
Bobby stared at her. "I remember that hunt, hell I even remember Carina. What I don't remember is sleeping with her."
Evie laughed mirthlessly. "Yeah. She told me you wouldn't remember. She used a spell to block your memory. She wanted a child to use as an apprentice. So, she ensured you wouldn't be around to stop her. She always was a manipulative bitch."
At that moment Sam returned with a shorter man in tow. "Hey, Bobby, what's goin' on. Who's the chick?"
Bobby gestured for the two to sit down. "Guess I'd better introduce ya then. The taller one is Sam and the other one is Dean.
Dean scoffed. "You hear that Sammy? I'm the other one now."
Sam smacked his brother on the shoulder. "Shut up."
Bobby rolled his eyes at them. "If ya both don't shut the hell up, I'm gonna come over there and smack you. Anyway, as I was saying. These are my friend John's sons. Boys, this is Evie. My daughter, apparently."
Dean stared at her like she had grown an extra head. "If you're his kid, why have we never heard of you?"
Sam looked at her thoughtfully. "You know, Dean. We could call Cas."
Evie was confused. "Who's Cas?"
They didn't seem to hear her. "Dean, you call him. He likes you better."
Dean rolled his eyes at Sam. "We pray to Castiel, to get your feathery ass down here-"
He was cut off by a fluttering sound, as a man appeared behind him. "Hello, Dean. I was…" He trailed off looking at Evie. "Who is she?"
Dean chuckled wryly. "Actually, that's why we called you. She claims to be Bobby's daughter. Is there any way you can use your, uh, angel mojo? You know, to see if it's true?"
Castiel walked over to her and put his hand on her head before she could object. Her head felt a little fuzzy. "Yes. She is his daughter. But you need to know-"
Sam cut him off. "What I'd like to know is-"
"Why I came here?" She finished. "Simple really, my mother was dying and when she told me that Dad is a hunter, I decided I could be of use to him."
"How?" Sam and Dean asked in unison.
It was Bobby who answered them. "She's a witch."
"Ugh, I hate witches. They can't ever keep their bodily fluids to themselves. Creepy." Dean groaned. Then he realized what he had just said. "No offense."
She flinched at his comment.
Sam shook his head at Dean's remark. "Ignore him, he was dropped on his head. Twice." He grinned at her. She couldn't help her smile at that moment. Or the laugh that came out when Dean looked at Sam like a kicked puppy.
Bobby's POV
Bobby watched the girl on the couch joke around with Sam. Wow. He was a father. He always said he never wanted kids, but it wasn't really true. He was just afraid he'd be like his dad, an abusive drunk. He always figured it was better not to risk it. Even so, Evie wasn't a kid anymore.
He studied her quietly. She had long curly reddish-brown hair, a ton of freckles dotting her caramel skin, and bright green eyes. Standing at a diminutive 5'2" she was absolutely tiny, but he could tell that even at her size she was pretty muscular. Looking past the skin tone and curls that she had definitely gotten from Carina, he supposed that she did kinda look like him, especially her hair color. Despite her obvious nervousness from earlier, she seemed pretty at ease now. Her eyes shone as she and Sam teased Dean, reminding Bobby of how he and John acted when they actually got along. Come to think of it, most of their fights were over how John treated his boys.
He wheeled himself to the kitchen and started rummaging through the fridge, getting everything out for meatloaf. It was one of the things his mother taught him how to cook. It was getting close to 6 o'clock, and he was practically starving. He had been wrapped up in books all day and had forgotten to eat. He rarely got a day where no one called for information on hunts or to back up a cover story. He could hear Evie and Sam in the living room talking about hunting and different useful spells for hunts. Maybe this wouldn't be so hard.
-12 am-
Bobby couldn't sleep. Too many thoughts were running through his head. Not to mention his chair was uncomfortable as all hell. He made his way over to Evie. She was deep in her book and didn't notice him. "Is it interesting?"
She looked up. "What?"
He gestured at her book.
"Oh," she said. "It's one of my Mère's grimoires. The rest are in my bag."
Bobby nodded. "Looking for anything in particular?" He was curious. Yeah, he had done a few spells in his time and made the boys' hex bags, but this was a whole different level. Carina had practiced magic for years.
She shifted nervously. "Um, not really." She bit her lip. "Does it bother you, you know, me being a witch?"
He looked at her, confused. "Why would it bother me?"
"It would bother most hunters. I know it bothers Dean." She said, a little bit of sadness in her voice.
"Well, I think you'll find I ain't like most hunters. Hell, I've done spells on occasion for the boys, when they've needed them. And as for Dean, he'll get over it. Those boys, they ain't in a good place right now."
She looked up. "Let me guess. It has something to do with the sudden surge in demonic activity?"
"That's part of it. I'm not sure it's my place, but I'm gonna tell ya anyway. It ain't like it's a secret. You see, Sam was murdered by an asshat who was working for the demon that killed their parents. He severed Sam's spinal cord. Dean went off the walls and made a deal with a crossroads demon."
Evie gaped at him.
"Oh, believe me, it gets worse. Dean makes a deal to bring back Sam, but instead of being given ten years he was given one. So he went to hell. Then he pops outta the ground like a freaking daisy and suddenly Castiel shows up trying to stop Lucifer from rising. Long story short the sixty-six seals got broken and Lucifer rose anyway. Now we're trying to stop the world from ending."
Evie shook her head. "Sounds like a mess." She yawned tiredly.
Bobby patted her leg. "Believe me, it is. Um, I had Sam set up the spare room for you before he left. It ain't a whole hell of a lot, but you can stay here with me. If you want to-" He's cut off by her hugging him.
"Thanks." She whispered. Bobby wrapped his arms around her tiny frame and smiled.
The next day Evie woke up to the sound of birds. Pulling on her jeans and a grey T-shirt, she meandered to the kitchen, where her dad was drinking coffee. "So," he said taking in her bleary-eyed look. "I take it you're not a morning person."
She went to answer him but yawned instead. He chuckled at her. "I ain't one either believe me. Suddenly the phone rang. "Hello? Oh, hey Rufus."
Evie wandered into the living room to look through her dad's books. She could hear him following her in the chair. She wasn't really paying attention to his conversation. She was looking through a book about Norse Mythology when the feeling in the room changed.
"Chin up, Calvary's arrived."
She whirled around to see a pretty good-looking British guy standing in the kitchen. Bobby startled and whipped out a handgun faster than Evie could blink. "Wait one friggin' minute. Crowley? What the hell are you doin' here?"
Bobby stared at her. "You know him?"
Crowley raised an eyebrow. "You could say that." He turned to her. "Heard your mum died. Shame. Hell of a witch."
She scoffed. "Hell of a bitch, more like it."
Crowley smirked. "Most witches are."
"What are you doing here", Bobby growled menacingly.
Crowley looked irritated. "Looking out for Crowley."
Bobby looked exasperated. "Meaning?"
Crowley glared. "The boys are on to ring number 3, but we still need number 4. I'm here to help."
Bobby wheeled forward, looking interested. "You know where Death is?"
They stared at each other for a second.
"No," Crowley admitted. "Haven't the foggiest."
Bobby pulled a shotgun off the wall and cocked it. "Well, then get the hell off my property before I blast you so full of rock salt, you crap margaritas."
Evie couldn't help laughing. Go, dad.
Crowley frowned. "That's a mite unfriendly, seeing as I could be getting you Death's location in about the time it'd take you to reload.
"Your just gonna chat some demons up and hope they don't recognize you." Bobby bit out.
This whole thing was making Evie nervous.
"God, no, that could get me killed. But there is this little spell that I know."
"Is that so."
Crowley looked unfazed. "Results are 100 percent guaranteed."
'Shit.' Evie thought. He wants Dad to make a deal with him.
"Ok, then why are you snake-oiling me?"
Crowley looked away. "Well, it's a little bit… embarrassing. There's a little technicality…"
Evie interrupted. "He needs a human soul."
Bobby stared at her for a minute. "He wants me to sell my soul. Are you freakin' serious?"
Crowley shrugged. "I could always use hers. Just need to borrow it. A temporary loan. I'll give it right back." He shouted in pain as he was shot again.
"You ain't using my daughter's soul for a goddamn thing. If anyone here's gonna sell their soul, it's gonna be me." Bobby wasn't too sure about this. But the boys need Death's ring.
"Excellent. Now pucker up, buttercup." Crowley smirked.
Bobby sighed in annoyance and kissed him. It was surprisingly good.
Evie was laughing silently at her dad's predicament. Oh, teasing him about this would be so fun.
Bobby pulled back, unable to meet the demon's eyes. To his relief, Crowley disappeared instantly.
Turning around, he glared at Evie. "Not a word, Evelyn." He growled.
She just kept on laughing.
A/N: Well, I hope you liked it. Please review. It helps me improve.
