Happy Days

Request for Blossom

Father!Dean
"Dean and a demon have a baby. Cas tells Dean that Reader is pure evil. When Reader was 7 she starts killing people. Reader is now 17 and works for crowley as a crossroad demon. Sam and Dean learn about her working for Crowley. Dean hesitates bout killing reader."

"Dean, she's dangerous," Cas warned for the umpteenth time.

Dean groaned. "You think I don't know that, Cas? She started killing innocent people when she was a child! I know she's dangerous! That's what happens when you're half demon."

"We have to do something about her," the angel continued. "She's working for Crowley."

"What?" Sam asked in surprise.

Cas nodded. "She's the Queen of Crossroads. She's in charge of collecting souls."

Dean sighed. "My daughter is the Queen of Crossroads."

"She must be stopped. She's more powerful than she should be. She might even be more powerful than Crowley. If we don't do something, she could very likely be the next Queen of Hell," Cas explained.

"Meaning that she killed her way up the chain of command?" Sam guessed.

The angel nodded again. "I would not put it past her."

"I can't just kill her," Dean said, his voice soft. "She's my daughter. I know she's a monster, but she's my daughter. I can't just kill her."

"Let's go talk to her," Sam suggested. "Maybe we can reason with her."

"Unlikely," Cas argued. After a pointed look from the older Winchester, he sighed. "Fine. We will visit her." He placed a hand on each of the brothers' shoulders and flew them to the nearest crossroad.

"Daddy," you greeted with a grin on your lips. "What a pleasant surprise. Oh, you brought Uncle Sammy and your angel boyfriend too."

"When did you start working for Crowley?" Dean asked.

"What, no 'it's nice to see you, (y/n)'?" you replied with a smirk. "Fine. Straight to the point. I got the job a few months ago."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

You shrugged. "There are a lot of things we don't tell each other. I thought that was just how Winchesters behave. They like to keep secrets."

The boys couldn't argue, but that didn't mean they wouldn't try.

"So you're the Queen of Crossroads?" Sam said.

You nodded proudly. "Nice title, isn't it? Had to work my ass off to get here. Once Crowley realized that I could take on his biggest, baddest demons all by myself, he promoted me. I've collected more souls in the past month than any other demon could in a year."

Dean cringed at how smug you sounded. "Oh yeah? How's that?"

"I'm very persuasive," you replied. "Plus, I kill them before they can change their minds."

"What about the ten year agreement?" Sam asked. "How can you kill them sooner?"

"I just can," you shrugged. "Crowley assigned me my own personal Hellhound. I just sic him after the poor bastards and take their souls as trophies. Crowley doesn't mind if I shorten the deal."

The boys looked at each other, deciding what to do with you. Dean constantly shook his head, which meant they were discussing the idea of killing you. You smirked to yourself. They weren't strong enough to kill their own family, even if you were the Queen of Crossroads."

Sam approached you with angry determination on his face. You glanced down and saw the demon knife gripped tightly in his right hand. You looked up at him with wide eyes, immediately playing innocent.

"Uncle Sammy? What are you doing? Put that knife down!"

Dean reached out to stop him, but Cas held him back.

"It's for her own good, Dean," the angel insisted. Sam stared at you as though you were just a demon and not his niece. Despite the fact that you were going to die, you had to admire his ability to focus. Before you could let out another protest, the blade pierced your abdomen. Your mouth flew open in a scream as the light flashed from your eyes. You fell unconscious to the ground, your head slamming into a rock on the way down. Sam looked down at his feet as he turned back to his brother. Dean was biting back tears, looking away from your dead body.

"I'm sorry, Dean," Sam whispered. "It had to be done."

"I know," Dean nodded. "Can we go now?"

Two months later, the boys happened to return to that town for a different hunt. Dean had hesitated at first, but Sam convinced him to go. A good hunt would take his mind off of things. He still hadn't gotten over your death.

"How about breakfast?" Sam asked, turning the wheel to head into the parking lot of the local diner. He got to drive Baby a lot more now that Dean was sullen and depressed. The older brother didn't say a word as they got out of the car and headed inside. The sign in front of the counter said "Please seat yourself," so Sam led his brother to a booth in the corner. The hostess took their orders of two coffees, smiling as she dropped off some menus and headed back to the counter.

"Dean, come on," the younger brother urged. "You need to eat something. You can't burn a ghost on an empty stomach."

Dean sighed and opened his menu, trying to lose himself in the daily specials. He was successful until the waitress approached the table and introduced herself.

"Hey, there. My name is (y/n) and I'll be your waitress. Do you need another minute to look over the menu?"

Both of their heads snapped up to look at you, causing you to raise a brow in surprise.

"I didn't mean to startle you boys."

"(y/n)?" Dean whispered, looking you over. You looked just the same as he remembered, but with beautiful (e/c) eyes instead of soulless black.

"Yes, sir," you replied, tilting your head. "Are you alright?"

"He's fine," Sam replied quickly. "You just remind us of someone, is all."

"You know, I get that a lot," you replied. You smiled. "I'll give you boys another minute." And you walked away.

"There's no way," Dean said, looking at his brother.

"I killed her…" Sam replied. "You watched me kill her. How?"

"Skin changer?" the older guessed.

"Or…" the younger mused.

"Or?"

"What if her human half kept her awake? What if I only killed her demon half?"

"But you stabbed her. How could she survive being stabbed?"

"I didn't stab any vital organs. You don't need to, to kill a demon. So maybe someone found her and stitched her up and now she's human."

Dean turned in his seat to see you sauntering up to the table with two coffees in your hands. He feigned a smile as you set them on the table and asked if they were ready to order. Sam ordered pancakes and Dean had eggs, and they both stared at you intently while you wrote it all down. You smiled at them before shuffling away, with both of them staring after you.

"Should we talk to her?" Sam asked.

Dean shook his head. "No. If she has a normal life now, let her have it. She doesn't need to be reminded of her past. She seems happy now."

They watched as you conversed cheerfully with some other customers, and Dean's heart swelled at the sight of seeing you so happy.

Sam nodded in agreement. "She is happy now."