October 26, 2006
At the end of the day, after the whole spiel of finding Andy and his twin brother, Sam and Dean were happy to get back to the Roadhouse and crack open a few cold ones. The car ride was silent for the most part, Baby's radio playing some old rock that Dean would mouth along to every so often. They were maybe an hour away from the Roadhouse when Sam's phone went off.
The taller of the two brothers scrambled to grab his cell phone and answer the call, "Hello?"
"Sam, it's Ellen. I need you two get your little asses here pronto," Ellen says and Sam thinks she might sound a little frantic. When Dean smacks him and asks what Sam glares and slugs his brother back.
"Yeah, we are on our way now. W-what's going on?" He asks and hears Ellen sign over the phone.
"You two just get here. I'll explain then," With that said, Ellen ended the call and Sam scoffed as he snapped his phone shut.
"What the hell was that all about?" Dean demanded. He hated when people would hang up without an explanation. It did not count when he did it.
"Ellen just said to hurry back and that she would explain when we got there," Sam tells him with a shrug. Dean lets out an explosive sigh and presses his foot down a little harder.
"Well, that doesn't sound good,"
"No, it doesn't," Sam agrees and opens his phone again. He thinks about calling Ellen back but he doubts she would answer, "Sounds important though."
Dean grumbles and pushes his baby a little harder to get to the Roadhouse as quickly as possible. Their hour trip was cut in half and by the time the brothers rolled up to the Roadhouse, both were jittery with nerves. Nothing looked out of the ordinary to them, but they prepared themselves anyways before crashing into the building.
"Boys! What the hell are you doing?" Ellen yelled at them and rolled her eyes when Sam and Dean gave her a wide-eyed look. Beside her sat a young woman that looked oddly familiar but not at the same time. Her dark brown hair flowed in loose curls down her back and when she looked at them her green eyes were the same shade as theirs.
"Who is that?" Sam asked first and quickly put his gun away, hitting Dean when he did not do the same. Dean grumbled but put it away before walking up to the table that Ellen shared with the mystery girl.
"Meet, Margot," Ellen introduced, then paused as she considered her next words, "Turns out ya got a sister."
Both men stood dumbfounded at what Ellen was telling them. Dean began to smile and chuckle but it slowly tapered off when Ellen did not join in with him.
"You're not joking are you," Dean states, and Margot gives them both a shy smile then slides out of her seat. Christ. She did not even come up to his chin. She was tiny!
"Hi," Margot says softly and sniffs to clear her throat. She had done a lot of crying lately and did not want to start up again, "Sorry to dump me on you all of the sudden."
"How do you know that we are related?" Sam questions with a furrowed brow, "Not that we don't believe you but, it's just weird ya know?" He shrugs when Dean gives him a look.
"I had a picture of me and my mom. When I took it out of the frame this was behind it," Margot tells him and hands Sam a photo of John Winchester holding Margot when she had only been a little over a year old. Dean snatched the photo out of his brother's hand and looked it over like one would look over a cursed object.
"So, we have a sister. How did you find us?" Dean asks then hands the photo back to Margot.
"You won't like what I tell you," Margot says and her face pales. While she had not wanted to tell her brothers anything about Crowley, her demon had convinced her that it would be the best thing to do. Their contract was still on even if it had changed.
Margot grimaced at the looks her brothers sent her and made her way back to the table she had shared with Ellen. The older woman had abandoned the table and Dean quickly stole the chair, Sam, not far behind him. Ellen came back over with three beers and Margot gave her a grateful smile.
Taking a deep breath, Margot began telling her story. She started with how little she knew of John and how he had stopped coming around after she turned six. How alone she had felt her entire life and how her mother was the only one ever there for her. Margot told them about finding out about the cancer and then the death of her mother. She spoke of the determination she felt after her mother's death and how she wanted to find out if she had any more family. So she pulled up what memories she had about John and found out that monsters were real. With that knowledge, she found out about Crossroads' demons and the ten-year deal.
"Two years after my mother's death I made a deal. The demo told me about my family and said that he would take me to you when I turned 21. Some stuff happened the other week and he said that it would be best if he took me now. Said that you would protect me," Margot finishes and hides her face behind her hair so that she does not have to look at the looks on her brother's faces.
From what Crowley had told her, Sam and Dean hated demons more than anything else that they hunted. Something about how a yellow-eyed demon had killed their mother when Sam was only six months old.
Silence stuck throughout the room and Margot finally gained the courage to look through her hair and see her brother's reactions. Dean had a thunderous look on his face and Sam just looked sad. Her oldest sibling shoved away from the chair and began to pace across the room. Sam took the vacated chair and reached out to take one of Margot's hands in his own far larger one.
"We aren't angry with you," He tells her and gives his little sister a small smile. Relief so strong shocks her and Margot slumps in her chair and tears slip down her face. They weren't angry at her. She had been terrified that they would be.
"We're pissed off at our dad. How could he never tell us? How could he just leave you without any protection!?" Dean yelled and walked back over to the table to slam his hands down. He breathes heavily through his nose as he glares off in the distance.
"We have to find a way to break your deal,"
"What? No! I know what I did and I don't plan on trying to get out of it," Margot said and felt a spark of anger curl in her chest. She would not let her brothers take charge of her life, she had been taking care of herself for far too long to just sit back and let someone else run her life.
"You willingly want to be chased down by Hell Hounds?" Dean demanded and rounded on her with an angry snarl. Fuck! John had just died so that Dean could live by selling his soul. Now he finds out about his sister who had apparently sold her soul as well just to find out who they were!
"If it comes to that then yes," Margot snaps at her brother. She would not try and get out of Crowley's deal no matter what happened.
"At least tell us who you sold it to," Sam says and his puppy dog eyes are out in full force. All he and Dean wanted to do was help. It had been just the two of them for so long, that it actually felt kinda nice to be able to worry for someone else. Margot was their sister and they would do everything to protect her.
"His name is Crowley, King of the Crossroad demons," Margot tells them and hopes that her demon will not be angry with her for telling her brothers his name. It would allow them to summon him, but neither would be able to break the deal just because they wanted to. She looks up to see that Sam and Dean have already walked out the door, no doubt to summon Crowley.
"You alright honey?" Ellen asks the sullen-looking young woman. She feels bad for the kid. Her Jo was around Margot's age and she hated the thought of one so young selling their soul just for some information about their family.
They watch as Sam and Dean come back into the Roadhouse arms loaded down with supplies to summon a demon. Ellen points them to the back room where they set their things on a table. A demon trap is painted on the floor and Margot feels her heart in her throat at the thought of seeing Crowley again. It had only been a few days, but it still had felt like forever.
"I don't think this is a very good idea," Margot whispers to Ellen and the older woman reaches her arm around her and tugs her close. The feeling is overwhelming and Margot fights back tears. Ellen reminded her over her mother so much and it hurt. She appreciated it all the same though.
"Alright, stand back," Dean told them then threw the match into the bowl that contained everything that would summon Crowley. Margot sucked in a sharp breath when she caught sight of her demon dressed as he usually was now standing in the demon trap.
"This isn't how my deals are usually made," Crowley snarked and his eyes raked across the room and finally settled on Margot. He makes sure to keep his face as aloof as possible and ignores how is chest aches at the sight of his beautiful contract.
"Cut the shit, Crowley," Dean snarls and storms close until his boots almost touch the trap. His teeth are bared and he points over his shoulder at Margot, "I want that deal broken."
"Ah ah, only one who can break that deal is me and I say no," Crowley purred then ignored Dean to focus his attention on Margot. Despite looking road-weary, Crowley still thought she looked magnificent. He gives her that soft smile then crooks a finger in a come hither gesture.
Margot is walking toward him without thinking and only stops when Sam grabs her arm and pulls her behind him. She glares at the mountain of a man and peaks around to see a dangerous look on his face. She knew that look. It had often come up when someone who was not him touched her or even looked at her with ill intent.
"Let her come, Moose," Crowley purrs and sends a glare at Dean when he goes to interrupt, "I won't hurt her. You have my word."
Margot slips Sam's grip and comes forward until she is standing beside Dean. Crowley looks disappointed she will come no further.
"How are you, Darling? I see you've met your brothers," He says like he is making idle conversation. Margot gives her demon a small grin and runs her hand through her hair nervously.
"I'm good," Is all she says instead of pouring her heart out how she wants to.
"Good, good. This wasn't you little idea was it Kitten? You remember what I told you when I dropped you off two towns over?" Crowley asks and Margot can hear the undercurrent of suppressed rage. He is pissed alright.
"Course it wasn't her damn idea. I want the deal broken. She doesn't deserve to be hunted down by your hounds," Dean snaps from beside her and Margot winces when that full glare traps her brother.
"And I've told you, you insignificant little ant that I would not be breaking the damn deal!" Crowley yells and Margot takes a step back from the demon trap. Crowley's eyes snap her way and he takes a deep breath to compose himself, "So how about you let me go and I come and collect my little contract's soul when it's time."
"Like Hell, we will," Dean spits and Margot reaches out to pull her brother away from the demon trap. He tries to jerk away, but Margot tightens her grip and jerks until he stumbles a few steps away.
"Crowley won't listen to you. He won't deal with you. I've spent enough time with him to know that. Get it through your head that there is nothing you can do," Margot snaps at him quietly. Out of the corner of her eye, she sees said demon raking his hazel eyes down her figure and has to suppress a shudder. Memories of what they did that night on her bathroom floor and she knows her face has turned bright red.
"Dean, I know what I did. So please, drop it and let Crowley go."
Dean is silent for a long time before he pulls away and storms out the door. Sam quickly follows after him and Margot is left alone in the back room with Crowley and Ellen. The older woman sighs and comes up to stand beside Margot.
"If you want to get out of here I can send him away," Ellen says and Margot shakes her head no. All she would have to do is scrape a small part of the demon trap away to free Crowley. She could do it by herself.
"No that's okay," Margot tells her and the two of them hear a crash on the other side of the door. She gives the older woman a small smile and Ellen huffs before taking off out the door.
"Finally, never thought they would leave," Crowley announces with a roll of his eyes. Margot does not waste time in stepping into the trap and into her demon's space. Crowley's arms are around her in seconds and she rests her head against his chest as tears come to her eyes.
"I'm sorry this happened," She whispers and Crowley strokes her hair and shushes her. He knew that this was no fault of Margots. He had known that this might have happened.
"No worries, love," He tells her quietly and presses a kiss to the top of her head. His arms tighten around her and Crowley wants nothing more to take her away from here.
Margot pulls out of his arms and reaches up to place her palm against his face. His usually clean-shaven cheek is prickly with hair and she grins up at him, "I think the rugged look suits you," She teases and Crowley rolls his eyes at her. The two share the silence until Crowley pulls her close once more and presses a feather-light kiss to her lips.
When he pulls away, he rests his forehead against hers and breaths in her scent. She smelt divine as always and her beautiful souls pulsed for him eagerly, "There will be no hounds coming for you Margot. I'll come myself," He tells her quietly.
Margot nods her head at his words and a weight she did not know she had come off her shoulders. They share a nice silence one more before Margot reluctantly pulls away, "You should probably go. I don't want anyone seeing us like this."
Crowley bares his teeth angrily but fully lets her go. His contract was right of course, but that did not mean that he had to like it. Margot steps out of the demon trap and uses the toe of her shoe to scrape away the paint on the floor. Crowley feels the weight of the trap roll of his shoulders and he sweeps into Margot's space one last time.
His lips are on hers in a passionate kiss and he makes sure that he leaves her panting for him before he whispers goodbye and vanishes. Margot takes a moment to herself before going back into the main room to find her brothers cleaning up several spilled beer bottles and can not help her grin.
She strolls up beside the two of them and begins to help pick up the large shards of broken glass. Sam gives her a grateful smile and Dean looks a little less pissed off and Margot suddenly has the hope that maybe everything will work out. The three of them could be a family.