August 10, 2004

At the tender age of 16, Margot Franklin was the unknown sister of Sam and Dean Winchester. Their father had been on a job in a run of the mill town back in 1989 and had a one night stand with a beautiful woman who had reminded him of his late wife, Mary. After he had found out about the little girl a year after she was born, John made it a point to come back to that small town in Virginia to see her and her mother every now and then. That had stopped a few months after Margot had turned 6 and she had never seen her wayward father ever again. Today was the day of her mother's funeral and Margot had never felt so alone in her entire life.

Her mother had always been the one there for her. Always the one that Margot could turn to when she needed anything. She knew no other family and only had vague memories of a man that she had once called father. She had no idea what she would do without her mother and the deep seated panic in her chest threatened to rise up as she sat in the pews of the funeral home. People she hardly knew were scattered around the small room and Margot could just see the pale skin of her mother in the coffin at the front of the room.

"Everything will be alright dear," A woman said as she sat down next to the dark haired young woman. This was Pamela Ford, the only other person in the room that Margot had truly spent time with. The older woman had been their neighbor for as long as Margot could remember. "I can make arrangements so that you can come live with me if you would like? At least until you can decide to go back to your old home?"

"Can I think about it?" Margot asked the grey headed woman and Pamela smiled and gave her a quick nod. She felt terrible for the poor thing. Margot had never had many friends of her own and preferred to sit in silence or read with the neighborhood stray animals. The girl had a heart of gold and Pamela knew that she would one day do something great with herself.

"Of course you can dear." Out of the corner of her eye she saw the priest that had spoken for Margot's mother approaching them. He cleared his throat to announce himself and smiled gently down at Margot when she looked at him.

"Are you ready?" He asked and Margot took a deep steadying breath then nodded. She knew what came next. They would drive to the cemetery at the end of town and they would finally put her mother into the ground. Margot stood from the pew and walked past the older man. She needed to say goodbye at least one more time before she never saw her mother again. Margot reached out and curled her hand around her mother's cold ones and let a few tears slip past. She stared at her mother's face and tried her hardest to remember every detail that she could in the short amount of time she had.

Finally, she turned to Pamela and the Priest and gave them both a shaky smile, "Yeah, I'm ready."

Later, after Pamela had driven them both home, Margot locked herself away in her room and would not speak to anyone for weeks on end. Unknown to Pamela the young girl had taken to trying to remember anything that had to do with her forgetful father. Margot remembered very little of him, but the few things that stood out to her was his talk of how monsters were real. She had overheard him talking to her mother one night about how he could not come back because he had to find the thing that killed someone close to him. That had been the last night that she had seen her father.

As the years went by, Margot dedicated her time in learning everything there was about the monsters that roamed the world. While learning, she also spent much of her time praying that her father would come back for her. When that did not work, Margot would resort to breaking the law to try and find out anything about her father's whereabouts. It was now two years after the death of her mother and Margot had finally found the solution that she needed to find her family since nothing else had ever worked for her. It was either do this or quit, and Margot never gave up.

The young woman, now 18, stood in the middle of a crossroad near the old train station on the other side of town from her home. She had gathered the things she needed and placed them all in a small wooden box before burying it at what she thought was the center of the crossroads. She sat on an old stump as she waited for something to happen. She checked her phone for the time and saw that she had been waiting for around 15 minutes. Margot would give it another 5 before she packed up her things and went home.

When those five minutes were up, Margot rose from her temporary seat and went to go dig up her box when a throat being cleared startled her. She whips around to see an older man dressed in a sleek looking black suit and a grey paisley tie.

"Lookin' for me Luv?" the man says and Margot can only nod. She can't quite get out the words she wants and it takes the demon to clear his throat again before she can snap out of her stupor.

"Ah, yeah. I guess I am?" She says in uncertainty. She had not known that this was really going to work. "Didn't know if anyone was actually going to show."

"Better late than never, Darling. Name's Crowley." the demon says and Margot nods then clears her own throat. She is about to tell him that she wants to make a deal when he is suddenly far closer to her than he was a second ago. He reaches out and grabs her before she can scramble away and he leans in close to her. "Little young to be making deals don't you think?"

"Probably but I want to anyway." Margot says and draws on what little courage she has. While the demon did not look like she thought a demon might look like, the man in front of her was just as intimidating. "I want to know who my family is."

Crowley scoffs at her terms and steps away from her so that he can pace. "So young and that is all you want? Not money or fame? Just your family who obviously don't know you?" He stops pacing so that he can step into her space again, "Who's to say that they even want you around?"

Tears well up in Margot's eyes at the demon's harsh words and she turns away from him. Behind her, Crowley can not deny that he would love to make a deal with the young woman in front of him. Her soul was a beacon in the dark night, more powerful than any that he had ever seen before. He wondered why that was.

"How about I sweeten the deal a little for you. I'll tell you who your family is and when you turn 21 I'll even bring you to them, then in ten years I come and collect what's mine?" Crowley says and wraps his hand around the girl's arm to turn her back around to face him. Tears are streaming down her face and he feels a strange stirring in his chest that feels awfully like guilt. He pushes the emotion away and cocks his head at the girl. "How's that sound?"

"W-why would you do that?" Margot stutters out and Crowley smiles down at her. Her soul pulses in time with her heart and boy did he want to get his hands on that beautiful ball of light.

"Cause I'm a nice guy. Remember that you'll only have seven years with them," Crowley says and waits for the young woman to make a decision. When she is taking a little too long for his tastes, he moves so that he can sling an arm around her shoulders, "Come now little Margot. It's a good deal."

"Alright. I-I'll do it." She says and Crowley grins down at her in satisfaction. He turns so that he is facing her again and puts his own little sub clause in the contract. She would have to meet with him once a month so that he could leach off that beautiful soul of hers. Crowley felt stronger ever since he had appeared to her.

"A deal is sealed with a kiss Luv," he says and before she can turn away from him like he knows that she will try to do, Crowley catches those pouty lips with his own. If he takes a little bit longer than necessary then sue him. He smooths his lips along hers and catches her bottom one with a quick nip of his teeth. His tongue darts out to catch her own and he takes his time tasting her before pulling away and leaving the young woman flushed and panting.

Crowley steps away and watches with pride as the young woman reaches up to touch her lips before hastily pulling away and blushing an even darker red. As he feels the deal truly take hold, information floods his mind and the almost soft smile on his face turns into something far more wicked. He just made a deal with none other than John Winchester's daughter. What a turn of events this was.

"Your father was John Winchester. You have two half-brothers named Sam and Dean." Crowley informs her and is unprepared when Margot throws her arms around him in a tight hug. She is pulling away before he can do anything about it and grinning up with him with happy tears in the corner of her eyes.

"Thank you so much." she breathes out and Crowley scoffs at the praise she gives him. She has no idea what he plans to do with her and that beautiful soul of hers. She should not be thanking him right now. That soul is shining so bright that he can't help himself when he steps into her space once more and places a soft kiss against her head.

"I'll be seeing you around Margot." Crowley says then snaps his fingers behind his back to send her back home. He would be seeing her far sooner than she probably thought.