"Your Majesty," a demon knelt at Imogen's throne.
"Stanislaus," Imogen smiled, he was her favorite of the demons and the one assigned to care for her, "To what do I owe the pleasure of your company?" she asked as genuinely as the queen of Hell could be.
"The king requests your presence in your shared chambers."
"Does he now?" Imogen grinned devilishly and tutted, "I can't help but wonder what he screwed up this time," slowly she stood, smoothing out the wrinkles in her elegant gown.
"I'm sorry?" he righted himself and offered his arm to escort her, something he was not only required to do, but was his pleasure to do as well.
She took his arm and allowed him lead her to Crowley, "There's only one reason he would request my presence in our chambers," she paused, "Well, two but if he ever sent a demon to fetch me to satisfy his carnal desires it would be the last thing he ever did," she laughed softly, "And you can take that to the bank."
Stanislaus chuckled, "And the other reason, your majesty?"
"As I said before, he must have royally screwed something up. Something that he doesn't want me to yell at him for in front of all of our subjects," she smirked a little, "This ought to be good," she nodded to the demon when they reached the door, "Thank you, Stanislaus. You can go now," she opened the door and walked inside, shutting it behind her, "Crowley dear," she called out, "Your queen has arrived," she headed further into the room and looked around it until she spotted him, "What did you do this time?"
Crowley slowly stood up and walked over to her, "My queen," he took a deep breath.
"C'mon, just spit it out. What did you screw up?" she didn't care much for small talk when she was a human, and damn sure not now that she was a demon.
"It's your daughter," he stated, inwardly cringing at what was to come.
Imogen raised an eyebrow, "My daughter?" she repeated, "What about my daughter?"
"I seem to," he paused and scratched his head, "I've lost track of her."
Imogen's eyes glowed brightly as they switched from their normal green color into their demonic color, "Excuse me?" she snarled, "Did you just say you lost track of my daughter?"
Crowley hung his head, "Yes."
In an instant Imogen had him pinned up against the wall, her hand at his throat, "How do you lose a child? You're the king of Hell."
He coughed, unable to make words so Imogen dropped him.
"Her caretakers have her hidden," he explained, "I had them all tracked to the bunker in Lebanon up until about a month ago. They disappeared. All three of them."
"A month?" she shook her head, "You haven't been able to find her for a month and you just now thought to tell me?"
"My Queen," he began, "If you would just let me explain."
"Crowley," she glared at him, "You better find her or I will march out of Hell and find her myself. Do you understand me?"
"But-"
She cut him off, "I know very well you objections to me leaving this rotting, stodgy, rat hole that you call a kingdom. But you also know you can't keep me locked up here, because you can't overpower me," she snarled at him, "And let me remind you, the demons will absolutely follow me."
Crowley was at a loss for words. It was true, she did hold the more power, and regardless of that the demons preferred her anyways. They would happily overthrow him if it meant they could have just her, unfortunately it wouldn't work that way.
"We had a deal, my king," she rolled her eyes, "You keep me happy, fucked, and keep your ducks in a row and I'll pretend like you can control me," she smiled, "And guess what?"
"What?"
"I'm not happy and you damn sure don't have your shit together. You're NOT holding up your end of the bargain."
"One out of three isn't bad," he quipped.
Imogen chose to ignore his statement, "So you find my daughter, or I will. Do you understand me?"
"Yes, little Spider," he nodded as he scurried out of the room.
When Imogen was first serving in Hell that nickname had really bothered her, since she in fact had killed one of her mates and the other one was dead to her before she died anyways. Now she actually liked the nickname, it gave her a sick sense of satisfaction. The queen shook her head and sat down on their bed which was never slept in, only for show purposes and marital activities as neither Imogen nor Crowley slept. She was sure that she was going to have to solve this problem herself. She needed a plan, and she needed it now.
Imogen spent the next couple of days pacing the confines of Hell, dolling out torture to the dammed, ordering demons every which way, avoiding the king, and plotting. It was on day four that Crowley finally caught up to her.
"My Queen," he smiled at her, taking her hand, "I come baring good news."
"Do you now?" she asked unnervingly pleasantly, "And what might that be?"
My demons have a lead on the Winchesters. They were seen passing over the Canadian border, entering back into the States."
"Was the child with them?"
"No, she was not. But, we have every reason to think that she is safe and unharmed."
"How is this good news?"
"Because," he looked at her, "She's not with him, you know that Sam and Dean must have secured her somewhere. Left her with someone they trust."
"Or she's dead," Imogen reasoned.
"Not a chance," Crowley began, "You know as well as I do that if the child had died one or both of them would have summoned me to make a deal. Or one of them would be dead as well, which is something I would have gotten a notification about."
"Why would they have left her with anyone?" Imogen demanded, "I know Dean, he wouldn't have let that little girl out of his sight."
Crowley nodded, "We have reason to believe that they know that you have taken up a place of power here in Hell. So perhaps they are looking to lure you out of here."
A large smirk came across her face, "Oh yeah?"
"My Queen," he held her hand tightly and in the next instant they were in their private chambers, "What are you thinking?"
"I'm thinking that I'll go to my brothers. They won't give you any information on the child's whereabouts, but me on the other hand," she motioned to herself, "They'll tell me."
"No they won't," his thickly accented voice filled the room, "Imogen, you have to be stupid to think that would work. This is very obviously a trap."
"Obviously," She scoffed and shook her head, "You must really overestimate my brothers."
"No, darling. As a matter of fact think I'm the only one who doesn't overestimate them. They are resourceful. Sure, they aren't exactly the brightest tools in the shed, but God smite me now if they aren't capable."
"You're forgetting something, Crowley."
"And what might that be?"
"They've got a weak spot for family. And I just so happen to be their family. I know them, I grew up with them, and I know all their trick. I'll take care of it and they'll have never seen it coming."
Crowley sighed, "No," he stated, "I can't let you do this."
An annoyed laugh escaped Imogen, "Really Crowley? You're going to try and tell me what to do? You know how well that's going to go for you, right?"
"Imogen," he took a deep breath, "I'm asking you to let me handle this."
"Not a chance, Crowley. I trusted you to keep track of her. How hard was that?" she shook her head, "I let you take that responsibility when you asked me to let you handle that, and you see where we are right now? You failed that, what's to say you won't fail this?"
He gently took her hand, "My queen, we were talking about you providing me an heir to the throne soon," he began hesitantly, "I thought we were going to start working on that."
It felt like her whole body was on fire with rage at his words, "Crowley if you think I would even consider letting you touch me like that right now you are the stupidest demon in Hell."
"Well love, I would argue the stupidest. Have you met some of our demons?"
She glowered at him, "Crowley."
"My queen, please. I beg of you," he paused, "If you must leave Hell please don't do so without my accompaniment."
Imogen's first reaction was for him to stick his request where the sun don't shine, but instead thought it over for a few moment, "Why?"
"Because, I won't be fooled by your brothers."
"Oh and you think I will?"
"No, but no single demon is a match for two Winchesters. However the Winchesters are no match for the king and the queen of Hell," he took a step closer and pulled her to him, "We are stronger together."
Imogen smiled and let her hands roll up the front of his suit and then hang around his neck, "We are stronger together, my king," she said sincerely.
Then the two were kissing.
"So about that heir we spoke of?" Crowley asked coyly.
Imogen placed a finger against his lips, "Actually, I have an idea."
"Oh?"
"We retrieve my child from wherever my stupid brothers stashed her and we bring her back here. She can be our heir."
"Your child?" he asked in disbelief, "You can't be serious."
"I am," she said with a nod, "Deadly serious."
"Well little Spider, may I point out some flaws in your proposition?"
"Go ahead."
"First and foremost, that child of yours is simply that. A child of yours. Yours and that angel. She would not be my heir."
"But she would be mine," the queen retorted, "I am your Queen, am I not?"
"You are."
"So therefore my blood could theoretically inherit my throne."
"Yes, but love the child is human."
"Only partially. We could beat that humanity right out of her. The way you did to me," she brushed her lips against his.
Crowley shuddered, "She's not a male. Males are supposed to inherit the throne."
"How sexist of you," she whispered against his lips "Women hold more power anyways. Wouldn't you rather a woman take the throne than a man who might take a wife and then have to listen to her?"
Crowley frowned, "Love, I don't know if you realize this but that child is part human and part angel. She wouldn't make a good ruler of Hell, she's inherently good. Unlike me and unlike you."
"What are you saying? That my offspring isn't as evil as I am? You turned me. Why can't we turn her?"
He shook his head, "You really want to torture your child?"
Imogen took a deep breath, "No, I guess that I don't. Fine," she nodded, "We bring my child here, to the safety of Hell, and then I will give you an heir or heiress to your throne."
"Thank you little Spider," he kissed her.
"So we have an agreement?"
"Yes," he nodded, "Yes we do. Together we will retrieve the child and we will bring her here."
"She will be safe here?"
"Very," he nodded, "I will have demons tending to her twenty-four hours a day. Or she never has to leave our sight, whatever the queen wants the queen will get."
Imogen nodded, "When she is here and safe then we can expand our little family."
"Okay," the king sighed, "There's only one little issue… Well, two overgrown, flannel clad issues if I'm being precise."
"Yeah."
"You know that they will stop at nothing to get her back? They will storm our kingdom. Dismantle it board by board to get her, and you for that matter, back Earth side."
"Not only them, but Castiel too," a smile came across her face, even after all these years in hell that name still fell so satisfyingly from her mouth, "We'll have to take out all three of them. Killing them is going to be fun."
"That's my queen," he kissed her roughly, "I knew I chose right when I got a Winchester on board with me."
"Yes, well, you have good taste," she complimented as she pulled away from him, "Now let's make a plan."