Chapter 2:
Out in the clearing in the forest, Willow stood, cutting into her palm and letting the blood drip into the bowl of ingredients at her feet. She lit a match and dropped it, her face lighting up as the whole bowl spontaneously caught alight aggressively.
The bodies had been moved, but their blood still stained the grass red.
"I'm beginning to see a reoccurring theme."
Willow looked up to find Crowley smiling at her.
"Hello, darling."
"Crowley," Willow said.
"Got rid of those Winchesters I see."
"Yes," Willow said, not really wanting to talk about them, just so done with everything.
"Annoying bunch they are."
Willow just nodded.
"I thought you'd be dead by now."
"It'll take more than four Demons to kill me, Crowley, you know that."
Crowley hummed in agreement, "Yes, the poor buggers didn't know what hit them."
"You did that on purpose?" Willow was confused.
"Yeah, can't have a nobody Demon killing my daughter, now can I?"
Willow just blinked, shocked. "You know I'm not actually your daughter, right? You just raised me."
"Are you sure about that, Will?" Crowley smirked.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"I mean, are you sure you're not my daughter?" Crowley almost seemed bored.
"Pretty sure, I have human and Angel parents."
"But what if said human was possessed by a said Demon at the time of said intercourse, and during said birthing?"
Willow stared, "What?"
"You're mother was human, yes, but she was possessed during the whole time of pregnancy and for the first five year of life before she-he- took you for her own. You were never kidnapped, Willow, you were just taken home," Crowley paused, "Ever wonder why you look so good with black hair?"
Willow's eyes went wide when she finally understood, "No."
Crowley nodded, "Yes."
"No. It can't be. No!"
"Face it, Willow, you're a Demon at heart. You're my daughter; the heir to Hell."
"NO!" Willow screamed, and with the pure emotion of the act, a bright white light erupted from her, blowing everything around her away, knocking Crowley to the ground.
Crowley looked up and began to laugh at how Willow had used her Grace against him, and her eyes now glowed a golden-white. She began to cry, breathing heavily, her tears glowing with Angelic magic.
"Willow!"
Crowley looked behind his glowing daughter to see Sam and Dean Winchester running over to them.
"No!" Crowley growled, jumping to his feet, ignoring how parts of his skin and suit were burnt.
Castiel appeared just in time to catch and lower Willow to the ground when she collapsed from the shear effort of using her Grace.
Crowley brushed off his suit, "Hello, boys."
"Crowley," Dean said, almost smirking, "Long time, no see."
"Not long enough." Crowley muttered, "What are you two doing here anyway?"
"Innocent in need of help," Sam said, shrugging slightly.
"Who? Willow?" Crowley laughed, "Willow is far from innocent, Moose, she's pretty much a Demon."
"She's unconscious," Castiel said from where he crouched with Willow's head in his lap.
"But she's not, is she?" Sam smirked, "She's an Nephalem."
Crowley beamed, "Finally figured it out, have you? About damn time, it was beginning to get boring with only the Angels after her, and even they thought it was a waste of time to go into Hell to get her out."
Castiel looked up from Willow, "We weren't sure where she was or if she even wanted to be saved."
"She's seventeen, Cas! Of course she wanted to be saved!" Dean yelled over his shoulder.
Castiel said nothing, and went back to looking over Willow.
"Now I'm gonna get stuck with a moody teenager," Dean sighed.
Crowley laughed, "Have fun with that, Squirrel, she's got quite the temper, almost took me out, she did."
"It's better than giving her back to you," Dean argued.
Crowley smiled, "Oh contraire, my young friend, I will gain back little Willow whether you like it or not. She will resume her place amongst the Demons in Hell."
"Willow is an Nephalem, Crowley," Castiel said gruffly from his place on the ground, "She will never give into your Demonic ways."
"Wasn't our creator an Angel? And Archangel, in fact, dear Castiel."
"Lucifer was banished from Heaven and created Demons as retaliation, no Angel has rebelled since."
"But you rebelled, didn't you, Castiel?"
Castiel remained stubbornly silent.
"That was different," Dean said, "He rebelled to stop those winged dicks from re-starting the apocalypse."
"What's wrong with the apocalypse? But it doesn't deter from the fact that dear Castiel did, indeed, rebel. And must I bring up the Leviathan incident?"
Dean turned, expecting Sam to follow, and headed to Castiel, "Come on, Cas, we're leaving."
Dean and Sam began to leave, turning their backs to Crowley.
Crowley turned to where Castiel sat, looking at Willow, and smiled down at him.
"You'll have to tell her eventually," Crowley said.
Castiel looked up, confused.
"I know, Cas, I know what you are to her."
"How? How could you know?"
"Don't you remember? I was possessing a certain Human at that time, I recognised you."
"I don't have to tell her, keeping it from her will keep her safe," Castiel mused, looking back down at the teenager in his arms.
"She'll find out eventually, Castiel, she'll receive it better coming from you."
"She doesn't have to know. No one else knows."
"But I know. And I will tell her if you don't."
Castiel glared at him for a good few seconds before disappearing with Willow in a flap of wings.