Updated 11/20/2017
Reborn
Ashy blond hair whipped around a grubby face in dry desert wind. A little girl sat on her porch with fierceness in her eyes. Watching her father intently with a cold gaze as across the yard from the old house he furiously dug at the road. Sweat beaded down his brow and the sound of her mother's death slipped through the open windows.
As if it expected to follow close behind, her tiny stomach growled with the pains of starvation. The girl's eyes squinted in the afternoon sun, her father's fingers caked in dirt and blood. He crouched in the middle of the crossroads, burying an old crayon box filled with strange trinkets. He sat back for a moment, a look of serenity on his face before he stood and looked around.
The girl tilted her head in surprise as a man appeared in front of her father. He looked to be in his forties, well dressed in an expensive suit. The man smirked at her father, his rounded face capped with window peaked black hair. Speaking for a moment, the girl's father nodded solemnly before kissing the stranger.
The girl's eyebrows pulled together slightly as a large black dog appeared beside the men. It looked as if it were made of shadows and terror itself. The beast let out a ferocious growl and jumped at her father. Without flinching the girl watched as the beast devoured him. The man in the suit had been watching her in turn with suspicion. Tendons rip and bones snap loudly in her ears.
Blood seeped across the sandy road, her father's body lay still and she could hear the faint gasp of her mother's final breath. In the next blink, the beast was gone. The man wearing the suit straightened his tie while stepping over the remains of her father.
She watched the man saunter up to her with a blank face. Kneeling down, he spoke to her in a gruff British accent. "Sorry poppet, but I had to drag your daddy to Hell." When she turned her bright eyes to look into his he flinched a little.
"What's your name?" Her small crisp voice shocked him slightly, causing him to look into her eyes again.
"After everything you've just seen, that's your question?" Nodding her head, she motioned for him to sit beside her.
Following her diction the man let out a sigh and sat on the sandy wood. "Crowley." He replied gruffly. "Now tell me, how did you see my beastie?" She shrugged her shoulders, leaning her head on his arm. He let out a chuckle and pet her hand, she in turn snuggled closer.
"Never change poppet." Pointing to her tattered christening dress he smiled down at her one last time before disappearing in a swirl of desert sand. The girl wanted to cry out, to sob and scream. But she sat there silently, her white dress waving in the soft wind, and just looked out at her father's body.
They didn't find her until the next morning. An old man drove by in his truck and saw the mangled body of her father. He couldn't get her to do anything but look at him; then he mumbled something about devils and ran off.
The oranges and pinks of the sunrise were interrupted by the harsh lights of the sheriffs car. He was an older man himself, with a wrinkled face and snow white hair. Lifting his rounded body out of the flashing Ford he let out a saddened huff. A deputy rushed up to him.
After speaking for a moment, the sheriff heaved another sigh and peeked up at the girl. Still sitting on the steps, and unwavering in her perch. Slowly they walked up to her. With shaking hands, the sheriff lifted the child up by the armpits.
The girl just looked at him with wide eyes. Unspoken, unmoving, unearthly. Her white dress had been tarnished by the windblown dirt. And despite the two mangled bodies her dress was free of any blood. Setting her down on her booted feet the sheriff took in a shaky breath.
"This chil' obvi'sly witnessed a t'rrible scene last nigh'. Git her to the hospita'." The deputy nodded solemnly, reaching his hand out to take the girl's. Before they could begin walking towards the deputy's Chevrolet the girl turned her porcelain face upwards and began to scream.
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Forty seven shrinks, and three institutions later, she found herself staring at the same run down house she had been taken from all those years ago. No one would believe what she saw that day, and after they threw her in a rubber room to die she stopped talking altogether. During a rearrangement of politics, she was deemed suitable for society, albeit mute. Surprisingly she was given the small fortune her father left for her, and thoroughly enjoyed dressing herself in something other than the hospital gowns.
Pulling her cable knit tighter around her body she walked up to the downtrodden porch. Sitting on the stairs she closed her eyes and ran her finger around her mother's pearl earrings. Somehow that had always calmed her, lightly touching the soft skin of her earlobe. Opening her eyes she looked to the spot in the centre of the crossroads, flashes of what she saw moving through her mind. The redness, the darkness, that voice, that face. Crowley.
As a soft wind picked up, she pressed her hands to the sides of her head and closed her eyes. Unknown to her, Crowley had been drawn to that spot and now stood in the same place he had twenty odd years ago. He watched as a blond woman held her head in her hands, a silver pendant swaying from her neck. Recognizing the knot he began to walk towards her, as she raised her head he froze mid-step.
Her bright blue eyes drew him quickly back into memory. His breath left him as she rose to her full height; he began to walk towards her fixing his tie. Reaching her, he let out another tired sigh as she looked over at him silently. "You're the little poppet whose father walked into Hell with a smile." She said nothing as he walked around her, looking at her up and down like a fresh piece of meat. "I have to say, I preferred your little white dress to these plain clothes."
Coming back to face her, he lifted his hand to the pearl earring. "You have everything you want, so why did you call me?" Dropping his hand he looked around, "And why back here?" Crowley made a disgusted face, "It's so..." Looking at her he smiled, "Dusty." Crowley stared at her for a moment, searching her face for a reaction. When she spoke not, gave him no answer, his smile fell and his eyes grew dark.
The way she had died last had scarred her soul. The torture and anguish haunted her eyes. He had tried so long to forget her, to let her go to live a happy life. The death of her current parentals had arisen the perfect opportunity for her life to bloom away from him.
"Poppet, you lost your tongue?" he let out a nervous laugh, his eyes darting around them again. This time checking for an ambush, "I didn't trick your father, we made a fair deal. He wanted to make sure you had everything you'd need to live a long and happy life." He stepped back from her stern gaze, raising his hands. "I had to take him then, King of the Crossroads or not, it was a huge deal."
Suddenly she lunged at him, he tried to disappear but her eyes froze him to the spot. Grabbing the side of his face she pressed her lips to his ear, his body shook as he waited for her to deal a deadly blow. "I didn't call you, Crowley." She let go of him causing him to stumble back, his face contorted in fear.
"You couldn't have just said that?!" He screamed at her, not liking the fact that she had overpowered him.
She slowly shook her head and stepped close to him again. He closed his eyes as the smell of her shampoo floated to his nostrils, her breath brushing against his cheek. Again she whispered, "I haven't talked since they locked me up. No one believes I watched my daddy get eaten by a giant dog made of shadows."
Pulling back from him slightly she gave him a kiss on the cheek, "And they kept calling me Judith." Her eyes pierced his own when she stood straight again. A few inches tall then Crowley. "Now that I'm out I don't need anything from you. Other than some answers." Crowley's hands lifted to rub his temples at her incessant whispering. His mind trying to figure out both the girl and the situation.
Crowley put his hands on her shoulders shaking his head, "Now hold on, you're telling me they locked you in a loony bin?!" Surprisingly the thought of such an innocent little girl being subjected to a mental institution caused him horror. "That's not how it was supposed to go!" Turning from her he ran his hand over his face, trying to riddle out how his deal could have gone so wrong.
He felt her hands slip onto his shoulders as she stood on the toes of her boots to reach his ear again, "I want to stay with you, even if I have to sell my soul." At her statement he spun around, causing her to topple slightly.
"That's outrageous! You can't make a deal, your father made sure of that when he made his! And what would I do with a bloody human?!"
His heart ached as he tried to lie to her, tried his hardest to send her on her own path again. Crowley tried his damndest to keep her separate from his existence. Tried to give her a chance at a life. Her face had become a frown again and she grabbed his arm, "You will not abandon me. You should have taken me with you that day. You have no idea what I've had to endure."
Crowley expected to shake her off him, but her shiny eyes bore into him like lasers. Turning his body he frowned at her, "Look darling, I don't think you quite get this. I'm a demon," He pointed his hands at himself, then at her. "And you're a human. Even if I had some way to take care of you, why would I want to?" Her hands fell and Crowley began to walk away. After a beat, he heard an angry growl from behind him.
Turning he came face to face with the biggest hellhound he had ever seen. His eyes widened as he tried to look around for the girl, not seeing her he began to panic. Suddenly the beast turned into the girl he had just been speaking to. A small grin fell onto her face as Crowley's jaw dropped in shock. "Well, I'm sure I can find a place to hide you." Crowley straightened the arms of his suit and held his elbow out for her to take.
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"Always with the accent." Alessa grinned, wrapping her hand around Crowley's elbow. He dipped his head with a smirk, "I'm glad you retained some of your memories this time." The couple stepped skillfully over the corpse of Alessa's late boyfriend. She snuffed her nose up at the sight, pleased he finally believed she wasn't crazy.
"I tried to warn him, but he thought my dreams were delusions." Crowley bent forward to pick up her bag and they were gone. "But like the doctors, he tried to drug me." Alessa let out a pleased sigh and plunked down onto a plush bed. "Will I be seeing the whole house? Or am I confined to the bedroom?" She grinned up at Crowley, her black hair waving onto the side of her face.
Smoke filled the room, both occupants froze completely. Her body lurched as the vision changed, sweat dripping down her neck. Now knowing she was locked in a dream, but unable to wake or stop the inevitable.
"You're much smarter this time," Azazel grinned down at her. "But like always, you've got to die." Alessa screamed, throwing herself forward against the restraints. Blood dripped into her eyes as his dagger was drawn over her brow. Her lungs shook with her anger. "We can't have you going sleeper cell on us, now can we?"
His laughter was all Alessa heard when the knife slipped through her ribcage. Slicing right into her heart, her body collapsed in on itself. Her last thought before she woke up screaming was that Crowley didn't need to find her body that time. Rolling over onto her side she quickly silenced the scream. Her shaking hands pulling the blond hair from her face.
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"Tell me, why don't you like Judith?" Crowley's voice was both filled with patience, impatience, and hopelessness. He had taken her to his grand house. It was a grueling route home, zig zagging and doubling back, keeping the woman hidden under a black cloak. She hadn't spoken during the journey, a daydreaming look in her eyes. They were nestled on plush armchairs before a roaring fire.
The blond looked up at him, her eyes seemingly hardened and like daggers. "Sophia." At her whisper, Crowley nearly hit the floor. His body shuddered and he shrugged forward. "It feels right to me." Sophia looked at him with narrowed eyes. Crowley took a moment to breathe deeply before sitting in the chair next to hers. His eyes bore into the fire as he contemplated his situation. "Why does that affect you so?" Her soft whisper held genuine concern.
"Do you remember anything?" Crowley hissed.
"Not much, only dreams." Sophia shuddered, pulling her feet up to tuck under her. "The shock treatment got rid of most of it." Crowley's fists clenched, he would have to make a home visit in the near future.
Turning to her, his face was solemn. "It was your name when we first met." Sophia let her eyes go slightly wider, dipping her head a bit. Crowley reached out to take her hand. "And bugger me, but I'll be dead ashes before I let them take you from me again." The clock chimed in the hallway. The pair turned to the noise instinctively, then looked back at each other.
Sophia smiled softly and stood, "I'll go get changed." Heading swiftly up to the second floor she laughed softly at the gown Crowley had laid out for her on his bed. A deep navy blue, almost like the darkest pits of the ocean. Soon after Sophia had finished checking her hair in the mirror, Crowley called out for her to return.
Taking a deep breath and smoothing out her skirt she pushed open the large wooden doors. Crowley stood at his desk pouring himself a drink, at her entrance he turned and grinned at her. "Care to join me in welcoming some guests?" Sophia nodded back at him and sat in his chair while he filled her in on how their evening was going to go.
About an hour later they were sitting in front of the flat screen watching some old films from Nazi Germany and listening to music. Sophia didn't really understand Crowley sometimes, flinching internally at the smile he held while watching the film. But something inside her made her heart warm to his quirks, she was drawn to him because of them, not despite. Watching him lift his glass to his lips, Crowley muttered that their company had just killed his front guards.
Sophia asked softly if she should be alarmed, but he just chuckled at her and shook his head. Then the lights went out and he smiled, lifting his hand to her they rose off their chairs and began to walk into the hall. Seeing two burly men standing there with weapons they stopped, "It's Crowley right?" the taller one spoke first.
The shorter one spoke next, "And who's the damsel in distress? Your great-granddaughter?" He smirked goofily.
Crowley snarled, "So the Hardy Boys finally found me, took ya long enough." They began to walk again, but Sophia stopped him by pulling his arm, she pointed to the pinch in the rug. Crowley lifted the corner, revealing a devil's trap painted underneath. He let out a sigh, "Do you have any idea how much this rug costs?" Two demons came up behind the men and grabbed them, making them drop their weapons. "Just a precaution boys, can't have you swinging guns around. You can't hurt me, but you can hurt her." He wrapped his arm around her waist and planted a kiss on her shoulder. "And you really don't want to do that."
Pulling a long barrelled gun from his pocket, Crowley smiled at the men, "This is it right?" He lifted it and pointed towards them, "This is what it's all about?" Suddenly Crowley's hand tightened on her hip and he let out two shots, right into the faces of the demons. Sophia jumped slightly and the men looked terrified. "We need to talk," Spoke Crowley, "Privately."
Steering Sophia towards his office the two men moved to grab their guns, with a move of his hand they shot across the room. "Like I said, you don't want to do that." Sophia gripped the lapel of his jacket in fear as they walked through the doors. Just before the two men walked in he made her sit on his desk and gave her a reassuring look. Sophia nodded with a small smile.
Standing behind his desk Crowley looked at the men as Dean spoke again, "What the hell is this?"
Sophia smirked slightly, letting her hair fall into her face as she swung one knee over the other. "Do you know how deep I could of buried this thing?" Crowley waved his hand to shut the door behind the two brothers. "There's no reason you or anyone should know this even exists, except that I told you." He holding the gun in his hand and looking it over.
"You told us?" Sam spoke again, the two brothers very serious dispositions contrasted to her and Crowley's smirks.
"Rumours, innuendo, sent out on the grapevine." As Sam asked why he would tell them anything Crowley lifted the gun to point it at Dean again and spoke coldly, "I want you, to take this thing to Lucifer, and empty it into his face."
Dean spoke with a nervous tone, "Uh-huh, okay, and why exactly would you want the devil dead?"
"It's called," Crowley's voice was a bit louder as he set the gun down on the desk behind her, "Survival." He paused for a moment while the two men had dumbfounded looks on their pretty faces. "Well, I forgot you two at best are functional morons..." The older brother tried to stumble out a comeback but just repeated Crowley's insult, causing Sophia to giggle.
Crowley's eyes widened and he took a deep breath; he began to explain how Lucifer was really an angel, about his loathing of humans, then posed the question of how he must feel about demons. The tall one posed the retort that Lucifer created demons. "To him, we're just servants. Cannon fodder. If Lucifer manages to exterminate humankind, we're next." Crowley leaned himself against the desk beside her and ran a finger up her arm, "So, help me, huh?" Crowley's voice became a twinge more innocent, and Sophia smiled again.
"Let's all go back to simpler, better times, back to when we could all follow our natures. I'm in sales, dammit! So what do you say if I give you this thing, and you go kill the devil?" As he spoke, Crowley set down the drink in his hand and picked up the Colt, holding it out to the men handle first. They looked at each other for a moment, then Crowley wiggled the gun causing the tall one to hesitantly reach out to take it. "Okay?" He spoke in question. "Great." Crowley smiled and let out a soft chuckle.
They took it tentativly, waiting for the ambush or trick to reveal itself. "You wouldn't happen to know where the devil is, by chance, would you?"
Crowley's eyes narrowed for a moment and be let out a long "Thursday", turning to pick up his drink again. "Birdies tell me he has an appointment in Carthage, Missouri."
The men nodded at each other and thanked him, then lifted the gun point blank to Crowley's face. Sophia stood in anger as he pulled the trigger. It clicked, empty. The brothers looked very surprised as Crowley stared back at him unwavering. Sophia growled at the younger brother until he took down the gun, then snarled "If that had bullets in it you'd be dead, pretty boy."
Crowley smiled at her as her shoulders rose and fell in angry breaths, "Oh, right, you'll probably need some more ammunition." Crowley walked behind his desk while Sophia glared at the men.
As he rummaged through a drawer Dean spoke, "Uh, excuse me for asking, but aren't you kind of signing your own death warrant? I mean, what happens to you if we go up against the devil and lose?"
Crowley looked up at him, "Number one, he's going to wipe us all out anyway. Two, after you leave here, I go on an extended vacation to all points nowhere. And three," Crowley screamed the next part at them while Sophia grinned, "how about you don't miss, okay! Morons!" He threw a package of bullets at the shorter one and transported them to the opposite side of the mansion.
Sophia looked around the cold, locked down panic room and sighed, hoping the men would leave soon. After turning on the wall of monitors, Crowley snapped his fingers and the fireplace lit. Sophia ran towards it and attempted to warm her bare skin. She heard Crowley pour himself a drink, "They should be gone fairly soon, but I don't want to take any chances, so we'll wait a couple hours."
Nodding she sat with her back to the fire, looking up at him as he swirled his glass around in thought. He looked down at her, noticing her rubbing her arms. Setting down his drink he pulled off his jacket and sat down beside her. With a sigh he pulled his jacket over her shoulders and tucked her under his arm. Sophia looked up at him with a smile.
"You really shouldn't make threats to boys like that, they hold grudges." Sophia wrapped her left arm around his torso, pressing her face into his chest. He placed his hand under her chin and made her look at him, she gazed into his eyes for a moment before she kicked her chin up and met his lips.
Letting out a soft groan Crowley moved his hand to entangle in her hair as he cupped the back of her head. Pandora snaked her hands up his chest to wrap her arms around his neck letting out a whimper. Crowley pushed her down onto her back and began to ravage her neck, Sophia panted and moaned into the cool air. As she struggled to wrap her legs around him he grunted and pushed up her skirt.
As the skin of her legs met the cool air Crowley grabbed them harshly and pulled them up over his waist. Sophia gasped as he thrust his pelvis against her own and she felt the hard bulge in his pants. Crowley's fingers dug into her thighs as he looked into her face, as she moved in to kiss him he pulled back. "You're a virgin aren't you?" He gave her a quick sniff and grimaced, "I can tell by the smell of your arousal."
With a disappointed look he stood up from her, Sophia pulled herself up onto her knees to stare at him with a frown. "Why does that matter?" She ran her hands up his legs, "I want to touch you."
Crowley sighed down at her and watched her stand up and walk over to the screens. "I don't think losing your virginity to a demon is very good for you." He watched as Sophia ran her fingers along the retreating figures of the Winchesters.
Turning her head slightly she looked at him out of the corner of her eye, "If you find my virginity so repulsive, I'm sure the shorter one would help eradicate it." As Crowley growled angrily she spun around to face him, "Then would I be whorish enough for you to fuck me?" Her whispered voice coming out in a growl.
Crowley lunged at her angrily, throwing her down on the carpet as he ripped the dress off her body. Sophia gasped loudly as she felt her naked back slam against the cold floor. Crowley pushed himself between her legs, kissing the skin of her neck roughly. Sophia moaned and gasped hectically and Crowley growled into her skin as he ripped off her undergarments.
Lying under him, naked and ready, Sophia looked up at him. Her powerful blue eyes piercing deep inside of him, it gave Crowley shivers of fear, and excited him like nothing had before. His pause only lasted a moment, then he was back to assaulting her. His hands were harsh and unwavering, his lips parting to bite and suck, his hips pressing into her fiercely without hesitation. Sophia could feel herself gasping with painful ecstasy as he overlooked any sign of discomfort to cater his own sick fantasy.
This only made Sophia's need swell, screaming out and begging for him. Grabbing Crowley's hips she pulled him against her, they both let out primal growls of approval. With a snap, his clothes were gone and he was plummeting himself inside of her. Sophia screamed and held on for dear life as she felt herself ripping and repairing, Crowley's healing passing through her body just as fast as the searing pain.
Soon Sophia found herself convulsing violently through her first orgasm, Crowley's drawn out laughter breathing out across her slick skin. He continued to pound into her ferociously until his own body shuddered in release. As she felt Crowley buck and pump inside her, Sophia's own orgasm erupted again. Crowley kissed her strongly for a moment, then with a groan he pulled himself off of her.
Sophia lifted her head slowly, noticing an amount of blood pooling along the remnants of her ripped dress. Crowley snapped his fingers and she stood next to him, clean and clothed, but still holding some of his cum inside of herself. Noticing the feeling she looked up at him, Crowley only grinned and walked out of the room, both knowing why she blushed.