As a young demon, Crowley had met a lower tier angel doing service on Earth named Abigail. Well, Abigail had been the name she used while in human form. He felt more with her than he could ever remember having felt with anyone, even when he was human. Even knowing their union was forbidden, even knowing the consequences for her would be dire, they allowed their love to overtake them. Her punishment was beyond severe. She died, true real death that included her very erasure from all worlds, upon the birth of their daughter. Warnings and eliciting a promise from him on her lips, their babe in his arms, she was gone.

He knew that his daughter was too unique to keep with him. No one like her had ever existed, there wasn't even a name for what she was, and so he had to leave her on Earth. He placed her in the care of a wealthy couple, wanting his daughter to lack for nothing. He allowed himself to watch her from afar. As a crossroads demon it was simpler, he was always wanted in the wealthy society that he'd placed her in, every millionaire always wanted more after all. He'd been able to watch her for quite some time, before becoming King of Hell. He still found the time, even with his new 'duties'.

Watching her grow, learn, and mature became his favorite pastime. She looked nothing like him, nor her mother. She was beautiful, so unbearably perfect that he had to fight himself from introducing himself to her. He fought it, but too soon, his arms were wrapped around her once more. He'd pulled her from the twisted metal that had once been her parents' car. Her human guardians had been no match for the evil that had come for them, for her. She was like catnip for all supernatural beings, as her mother had warned. And he knew, even as he felt powerless and angry at the knowledge, her mother had been right. Now he'd have to fulfill the last promise he'd made her.

Leaving his daughter, a young woman now, behind in a hospital was unbearable. He knew her wealth would assure the best care, but protection? From the dark and light sides couldn't be bought. Glancing at her lovely face, he allowed himself one more touch, and then he was gone. Putting into action the very promise he'd made to Abigail would be akin to ripping out his own flesh, but for her, for their daughter he'd do anything. Even cozy up to three men who he'd rather never be in the presence of ever again.

THREE YEARS LATER

Lilana Monahan was happy to have made the bar a success. She glanced around, giggling at the spring breakers that were old enough to legally partake in the club she'd bought once she'd recovered from the accident that left her parents dead. Blinking back tears, she smiled thinking about how proud they'd be that she'd found her niche. They'd been worried, at one point, that she never would.

Here I am, she thought, watching as her bartenders did a combined version of the type of drink art that became popular with "Cocktail" then "Coyote Ugly". She employed both male and female tenders, hoping to make ALL her customers find something they liked to look at. And she made sure that she looked the part as well, wearing the tightfitting and somewhat revealing clothes that young people coming to a bar like hers would expect to see, especially one in such a warm climate.

Tonight her long hair, which when loose hung almost to her waist, was in a long braid hanging over her shoulder and down her chest. Her skinny jeans were artfully cut, and hung low on her hips, while her tank top was cut to show off the lace of her bra and just the right amount of cleavage. She would never expect any employee to wear anything they weren't comfortable in, and she wouldn't wear it if she wasn't either. Her shoes were wedge heels, not too high, but showing both her toenails and the tattoos on the top of her feet.

"Li-Li!" Her manager, and best friend Ali screamed from behind the bar, drawing her attention. "Come on, it's TIME!"

Li-li as her bestie called her rushed to the bar and used a barstool to help her hop onto the bar. Hoots went up from the other bartenders and the customers gathered around. Sliding to the other side, and stepping up beside Ali, she yelled out, grabbing a bottle. "Whose first for body shots?!"

Crowley felt the three men he'd walked in with tense at the charged atmosphere of the bar. The whooping and cheering was centered around the actual bar area, so they moved forward. It had taken longer than he'd wished, to gain their trust. Yet, three years seemed nothing, now that they were here. He could feel the pull of her, and knew if he could feel it, then other entities could as well.

"Where is she?" John Winchester growled, glancing over the heads of exuberant college coeds and guys who he wished he could push out of the way. Crowley had only told them the minimum, that there was a young woman who needed protection. He felt like it could be a trap, but felt the tension ease when Crowley pointed her out.

"The one with the braid, on top of the bar." The King of Hell said, gesturing toward his daughter with his chin.

They all watched as she poured a shot of tequila for a young man and placed a slice of lime between the lips of a prone woman on the bar. She was standing on the bar, grinning and leading the crowd with chants of "SHOT SHOT SHOT!" The guy licked a stripe of skin on the girl's exposed midriff and Li-Li shook a bit of salt on the dampened skin. Then salt, shot, lime, which turned into a kiss for the lucky guy and girl.

She gave the bottle to another young bartender standing behind the bar, and jumped down. The new bartender was a guy, and she shouted, "NEXT!" as she walked away. Moving toward her office, she was grinning as she walked right past Crowley and the Winchesters. Her hips were swaying and she walked with the confidence of a young woman who knew she was attractive and rich.

"Her name is Lilana Monahan," Crowley was saying, ignoring the three men watching his daughter pass with rapt attention. He had to, otherwise he'd end up making a puddle of goo out of the three of them. "She has a potent pull to both demons and angels alike."

"Why?" Dean gasped, losing sight of her as she walked through a door and closed it. "I mean," he cleared his throat and tried to sound natural. "She looks like a regular hot chick."

Crowley held back a growl. "Let's just say she's special." He managed, thinking giving over the care of his daughter to these three was going to be harder than he thought. He tried remembering Abigail, her last words, the promise and calmed down a bit. "The only people she's safe with, or will be safe with, are you three."

"And you know that, how?" Sam asked, raising an eyebrow, and not as struck by his daughter as the other two. Struck, but not dumbfounded.

"Moose," Crowley answered, turning away and pinching the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger, "she's special, you're her guardians, I know, that's all you have to know."

John shook his head. "I have to agree with the boy, Crowley." He said, shaking again to get the image of her tight curved ass out of his head as she strutted past. "Gonna have to know how you know we're it."

Crowley sighed. Nothing was ever easy with hunters, especially these hunters. "Fine." He stalked off to a booth far away from the loud party at the front of the bar. "Sit and I'll explain."