Hey guys!
Here's the first chapter! Let's see how Ashton reacts to Crowley!
Oh, I'd also like to mention that I only do some minor editing before I post, so if there are lots of errors, I apologize.
Anyways, enjoy!
Chapter One:
The King of Hell
"Who the hell are you?" Ashton asked with a glare.
"Crowley, King of quoted Hell," the older man smirked, "And who are you darling?"
"Ashton Grail, and don't call me darling."
"Ah, a Grail," he chuckled, "Almost as infamous as the Winchesters," he winked at the boys.
Ashton turned on said Winchesters, "What the fuck?"
"He's resourceful," Sam tried to explain.
"Just resourceful?" Crowley gave a faux expression of hurt, "That hurts Moose, I thought we were friends."
"What kinda hunters are you?" Ashton glared at the boys, "You're pretty buddy buddy with the Douche of Hell!"
"They are not your everyday hunters," Crowley grinned, "The stories I can tell you about these boys," he ended with a whistle.
"I think I'm starting to regret calling you clowns," Ashton crossed her arms over her chest.
She couldn't believe the situation she was caught in. Her entire family would be turning in the their graves. The 'King of Hell' was standing on her mother's favourite rug lighting a cigar, while having a mild argument with the Winchesters. Ashton rubbed her face and suppressed a groan of annoyance. What did she get herself into?
"Why is it you called on lil ol me anyway?" Crowley asked and took a puff from his cigar.
"We need you to track a nest of vampires," Dean answered.
"Wait a tic," the King of Hell raised a brow, "I thought that was your job, you know, as a hunter?"
"This nest is quite," Sam searched for the word, "Elusive."
"Elusive vamps?" Crowley chuckled, "How interesting."
"Are you going to help or not?" Dean crossed his arms.
"I'll send a few demons to go look for you nest," the King shrugged, "but you owe me."
"Son of bitch," Ashton rubbed her forehead.
"What do you want, Crowley?" Sam's voice sounded like razorblades.
The King of Hell looked at Ashton suggestively, "My fix."
"Hell no!" Ashton pulled out the knife that was hidden in her combat boot, "You're not getting near me you perverted bastard!"
"I am not perverted," Crowley huffed.
"It's not what you think," Sam sighed, "He's addicted to human blood."
"He's what?!" Ashton glanced between Crowley and Sam repeatedly.
"It's a long story sweetheart," the demon king sighed, "I just need a bit of your blood."
"Y-you're not touching me with a needle!" Ashton aimed her knife at Crowley, "And don't' call me sweetheart!"
"Scared of needles?" Crowley grinned as his eyes narrowed.
"N-no!" Ashton protested, "I just don't want to be a blood bank for the Addict of Hell!"
"It's the King of Hell," the grin fell from his lips.
"I don't care if you're the King of Everything!" Ashton snapped, "You're not taking my blood!"
"Fine," Crowley glared at her, "Than you're not getting my help."
Ashton didn't respond. She thought through the probabilities of finding the nest with and without Crowley's help. Without Crowley it's probably take them a month to find the nest. With his help it'd take half that time, maybe less, but was giving him blood and dealing with his arrogance worth it?
"Fine, I'll do it," Ashton sighed and closed her eyes, "But you're not touching me with a needle."
With that she went into the kitchen and got a sandwich Ziploc bag. She opened the baggy and handed it to Sam.
"Hold this please," she said and sliced into the flesh of her palm with her knife.
She let out a small hiss of pain as blood began to pour out of the wound and into the bag. Ashton clenched and unclenched her hand to keep the blood flowing. It took a good five minutes to fill the bag half way. She grabbed the rag she kept in her back pocket and tied it around her palm. She then zipped the bag closed and handed it to Crowley.
"This enough?"
"Plenty," he grinned and received the bag of blood.
"Don't come back until you find the damn nest," Ashton hissed.
"Shouldn't take too long," Crowley said as he observed the blood in the bag, "Until next time, Darling."
And with that the King of Hell vanished from Ashton's living room.
"I told him not to call me that," she growled and glared at the boys, "The King of Hell! Really?!"
"He's a jackass, but he's useful," Dean shrugged.
"What other friends do you have?" Ashton scowled.
"Well there's Castiel," Dean said thoughtfully, "He's an angel."
Ashton threw her hands up, "Great!"
"He is pretty great," Dean grinned and nodded.
"That was sarcasm Dean," Sam sighed.
"This is just awesome!" Ashton fumed, "I'm working with lunatics!"
"I guess it seems that way," Sam scratched the back of his head.
"But you seem like good guys," Ashton sighed, "So I'll join the crazy."
Ashton gave the Winchesters a smile and in that moment she knew that she was screwed.
That evening after the boys had left, Ashton sat in bed with her journal. It was her eighteenth birthday present from her family. When she received it, it contained everything her family knew about hunting. The journal itself was half empty, so over the years Ashton added to it. As she looked through it for the billionth time, she traced her families handwritten notes. Her bottom lip quivered as her eyes stung. The writing went blurry as tears pooled in her eyes.
"I miss you," she whispered with a small sob, "So much."
She took a deep breath and wiped the tears from her eyes as she grabbed the pen that placed in the spine of the journal. She clicked it and flipped to her last entry. She drew a line after the entry she made when she dissected the vampire leader she had killed. She titled her new entry as "the King of Hell" and began to write about his behaviour and his weakness, which was his addiction. After she finished she wrote, "To be continued."
She then did an entry about the Winchesters and added a side note, "whom ever receives this journal take this piece of advice: avoid the Winchesters at all cost." Ashton was being honest when she told them they seemed like good guys, but she also realized that they carried a lot of baggage. She was concerned about that.
She finished her entry and put the journal away before she lied down in bed. It took her a while to get to sleep, but once she was asleep her mind was filled with dreams.
Ashton woke up the next morning annoyed, because she had a dream about Crowley stealing her blood. With throaty sigh she got out of bed and went downstairs to the kitchen. She made herself a coffee, extra strong, and sat at the small kitchen table staring out the window. She took sips from her coffee as she analyzed her dream about Crowley.
After she finished her coffee she pushed the dream to the furthest corner of her brain and got ready for the day. She wore a pair of skinny jeans and a loose fitting plaid shirt, with a black lacy tank top underneath. She pulled on the long silver chain she wore at all times and grabbed the anti-possession pendant at the end.
Her brother made it for her when they encountered a demon. She was fifteen and it was the first time she saw a demon. The demon possessed her, but she was lucky that her family was able to exorcize as quickly as they did. It was one the scariest moments of her life, and that was why her brother made her the pendant: to ease her fear. It had worked, and she wore it, even after she got an anti-possession tattoo. She treasured it, especially after her brother's death.
She gave the pendant a quick kiss before she dropped it down her shirt. She went downstairs to take food inventory. It had been almost a year since her family was in the States and they made sure to empty out the food so it wouldn't spoil. There were some canned foods, but that was it.
So Ashton went to Astor House to get breakfast, and after that she bought herself groceries. When she got home she put away groceries and grabbed the flowers she bought and was on her way out again. She walked to the local cemetery with the bouquet. It took her ten minutes to get to the cemetery and another five to find the grave she was looking for.
M.G.
Beloved
"Hey Mark," Ashton knelt down and placed the flowers on her brother's grave, "I miss you bud."
She squeezed her eyes as tight as she could to stop the tears, "I'm getting close. This time-" she paused to solidify her resolve, "This time, the bastards are going to burn." With that she kissed her fingers and pressed her hand to his gravestone, "I love you."
Ashton left the cemetery and walked home with an unbreakable confidence. She knew that this would be the final battles the nest. She would rather die than see them get away again. They took everything from her and now, it was payback time, even if it meant relying on the King of Hell.
However, she knew it'd take some time to find the nest, so she focused her attention on hunting something else. When she got home she opened her laptop and started to look for something that smelt of supernatural. It didn't take her long to find what sounded like a ghost. Even though it went against her very instinct, she picked her phone and called Sam.
"Hello."
"Hey, Sam," she greeted, "What do you boys think about hunting a ghost with me?"
She could hear Sam and Dean discussing it in the background before she got her response, "We're in."
"Great," she grinned, "I'll text you the details."
"Okay."
With that she hung up and got herself packed before she hit the road in her Camaro. She had a good feeling about this hunt with the boys.