Sam clasped his brother on the back, "Oh by the way, we found Tova. Yeah, Cas said he found her in some gas station a mile down the road though he didn't tell me what she was doing there and I didn't ask because...well I don't think I wanted to know. But I can't believe you missed her, you're slacking bro." He grinned at his brother but got no response. "Uh Dean? I was just kidding...But she's at Bobby's right now..." Still nothing. "O-kay. I'll be in the car." He gave his brother a weird look before grabbing his laptop and leaving the room. Dean sighed, perfect. He grabbed his jacket off the bed before joining his younger brother in the car.
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In Bobby's Living Room
Tova's POV
"Castiel, you better either turn around or learn to make a goddamn facial expression because that blank stare is pissing me the fuck off." Ever since he had picked me up at that dump a mile down the road (I have no clue why the hell I ended up in that sorry excuse for a gas station) he's been staring at me with that goddamn stare of his even more than usual. He has to know how much it pisses me off. He has to. Castiel didn't reply nor did he move from his place by the far window or make a goddamn facial expression. Damn him I swear he was the most fucking annoying angel to ever be created.
Jo snapped from her seat in the red chair across the room, "Tova! Focus." Uhm bitch that was hard considering that Cas was- oh hey he blinked! "Look, we heard what Lucifer said to you-" shit "-and we can't let that happen." They heard daddy dearest tell me to kill Sam and Dean and grab the Colt.
"Well no shit I didn't think so." Puh-lease. Did she really think I figured they would just let me kill those Winchester boys? Hell no! Contrary to popular belief I wasn't stupid.
Bobby ran a hand over his face, his patience wearing thin, and started pacing by the bookcase. "Tova we-" He was interrupted by the front door opening. Jo and Bobby tensed,Castiel stared, and I just relaxed on Bobby's couch even though the ugly ass thing was uncomfortable as hell, until Sam and Dean entered Bobby's humble abode. Shit, my favorite people were here. Now it's a party. Sam closed the door behind his giant self and he and his brother made their way into the living room. They said their hellos, ignoring me, before leaning up against the far wall. Bobby sighed, "Hello boys we were just saying-"
"You weren't saying shit. Look, the only reason I'm sitting here in this room right now is because that angel-" I narrowed my eyes and pointed to Casti-fucking-el who just blinked at me goddamn him, "-dragged my handicap ass back here...yes, I had a visitor the other day. Daddy dearest. He told me to off Sam and Dean then steal the Colt. I have a week."
Dean suddenly snorted and folded his arms, "Please, you couldn't kill us. You can't even defend yourself. You're the most useless-"
"Shut the fuck up, Dean." I gave him the evil eye but he ignored it.
There was a short silence before Sam stepped forward, "How about we bargain." ….Did I just hear Sam fucking Winchester say he wants to negotiate with me? Lucifer's flesh and blood? Well can't say that surprises me much I mean he did fuck that backstabbing demon bitch Ruby. "We all know you won't be able to kill us. We're the Winchesters for god sake and you're...you." Fuck you too, Sam.
Bobby narrowed his eyes and started to move over to Sam. "What the hell are you-"
"Just hear me out." Sam stared me in the eyes and straightened up. I crossed my arms. This should be good. "You help us stop the apocalypse." He had to be fucking joking. He had to. There was no way I would ever help them stop that. Did he even know what my father would do if he found out I was helping with that? I would be fucking done with. "If you help us stop the apocalypse, we'll help fool your dad into thinking we're dead and you prove you're not the utter failure we all know you are."
"And they say you're the smart one..." Oh my god the sheer fucking stupidity of this guy simply amazed me. "Do you know how to stop the apocalypse? Of course you people don't. You put my dad back in his cage. Do you honestly think I would help you with that? Are you even aware of the shit that my dad went through in that godforsaken cage? Do you even know what would happen to me if I helped you with that?!" I got off the couch and marched up to Sam. "I will not help you and I don't need your help. Before the end of this week is over, Sam Winchester, I'll take that goddamn Colt and shoot you and your damn brother with it." I shot a glare at everyone in the room before making the greatest exit any supernatural being could ever make when I almost tripped, how humiliating would that have been, as I glanced over and saw the look Dean was giving me. It wasn't his regular, you're-a-demon-bitch-that-I-will-soon-send-to-Hell look, it was something way different and way fucked up for him to be sending a look like that my way... Goddammit.
2 hours later
I was at Bobby's alone...well sort of. Everyone had gone out (with the exception of Bobby who was outside working on cars but would come in every ten damn minutes to check on me because nobody in this hellhole trusted me), they didn't tell me why they left and I didn't really give a shit (though after earlier I was somewhat happy Dean was gone), so I was in the kitchen inspecting the knives. The meat cleaver a personal favorite that bitch could do some damage. Though it was sad that if somehow I couldn't get to the Colt by the end of the week, I Lucifer's daughter would have to rely on a fucking kitchen knife because I couldn't-
I suddenly heard movement behind me. Shit Bobby. I hadn't even heard that old man open the front door. I quickly placed the knife in my hand back in the drawer and turned around, placing a what I hoped was an innocent smile on my face but I'm a demon so I failed epically. But I frowned when it wasn't Bobby in the middle of the kitchen coming to see if I was on my best behavior. There were two women, a blonde and a redhead, both wearing pajamas looking ready to attack me...what the fuck. Who the hell- how the hell-
The redhead stepped forward, her eyes narrowing and nose flaring. "You..." Her voice sounded like a damn chipmunk and made my teeth clench. "Dad's not very happy with you." Uhm, come again? I glanced at the blonde who looked ready to beat the living shit out of me...ok where was Bobby?
"Uhm...who the hell-" The blonde rolled her eyes, "Isabel and Julie." Oh fuck. My sisters. Isabel was the oldest with Julie following shortly after. I hated both of them with a fucking passion. "What in the hell are you doing here?" Their presence only meant some shit was about to go down.
My sisters stood in the middle of the kitchen, both looked seriously ready to kill...or at least inflict some serious pain. Fuck my life. Julie was the first to speak, "You couldn't do the one thing he asked-" she was talking about dear ole dad and the Winchester boys.
"Oh hell no you did not. Out of thirteen daughters he asked the fucking handicap one to go kill the Winchesters, notorious demon hunters, and get that godforsaken Colt that can kill any supernatural thing with our damn father being an exception the bastard. That's suicide for me and he knows it."
Isabel stepped forward and I wished I still had that knife in my hand so I could shove it in that goddamn chest of hers and make her back the hell off. It wouldn't kill her, just piss her off but it would make me feel a whole lot better. Out of all the sisters, she's the one I never got along with the most. Isabel thinks she's better than us and that pisses me off. She's also daddy's favorite and hates me with a passion. She's told me on more than one occasion which is fine because I'm not the bitch's biggest fan either. She sneered, "You are a disgrace."
"Yeah and you're a bitch that needs to die." There was a pause before Isabel shook her head, "I could've killed Dean and Sam in minutes." She eyed me with disgust and for a second I thought about getting the knife and jamming it into her damn eye socket.
"Then why the hell haven't you done that yet?!" If they need the Winchesters gone so bad why did they ask me to kill them?
"Because dad won't let me." Julie walked over to the fridge, snorting at the picture of Bobby and John Winchester. Isabel continued, "Even though he's angry he says he needs you to get your shit together and do this...prove to everyone you aren't a joke. You're now the laughing stock in hell." Pfft. When was I not. And when did he care? "You have two days."
Whoah hold the hell up. "He said I had a week-"
Julie turned to me with a glare, "If you were really the devil's child you shouldn't even need a week." Well fuck you too Julie. Suddenly the doorknob on the front door started turning. Shit the rest of the gang were home... Julie's glare intensified, "Two days. Don't fuck this up."
When Dean, Sam, Bobby (yeah now that bastard came) and Jo walked into the kitchen, my sisters were gone. It was then I decided if they were gonna put anyone in that godforsaken cage it might as well be those bitches Julie and Isabel.
A/N: The reason I haven't updated in like five months is because I'm working on six other stories plus I had a really hard time writing this chapter for some reason. This chapter took me forever and I'm sorry :(