Author's Note: Sorry for not doing two chapters a day lately. I have a project I've been working on. I promise to at least do one! Thank you for all of you reading! I love you guys bunches! Please stay safe and have a good day! Thanks for the support and love! I don't own any of the supernatural characters. Enjoy!
"No! It's out of the question! I will not give up Haillie!" Crowley shouts at the trench coated angel before him. "Why? What is your reasoning?" he growls snatching Haillie up in his arms protectively.
Looking sternly into Crowley's angry eyes, Castiel states, "You are going to use her to do your dirty work. Heaven won't allow it. Hand her over, and this will be very simple." Haillie snuggles into Crowley's chest shaking in fear.
"Daddy," she whimpers holding tight to Crowley. With angry tears in his eyes Crowley snaps and Castiel disappears. He sighs with relief and angelic warding symbols appear. Sam and Dean stare wide eyed at the place before slowly exiting.
"This should keep him out. It's okay, Haillie you are safe now. You aren't going to have to go anywhere. I promise," Crowley tells the little girl who is clinging to him in fear. Slowly, Haillie lets go as Crowley dries her eyes. "You aren't going to leave home, my love. Daddy has you," Crowley reassures the little blonde as he places her onto the ground. Haillie runs off with a smile to grab her teddy bear.
Again, Haillie approaches Crowley with that little teddy bear. With a giant smile, Crowley scoops Haillie and the little bear up. "Daddy?" Haillie insists while putting the bear into his hand. Crowley chuckles to himself.
Crowley smiles and poorly ventriloquizes, "Well, hello again, darling. Your daddy won't let any bad men take you away from him. He will always watch over you and protect you. No matter what you do he will love you, so don't worry about anything, ever." Crowley kisses her forehead. In his normal voice he tells Haillie, "Daddy has to go to work. You can come if you stay quiet."
With a quick snap Crowley is at a crossroads under a noisy interstate bridge. A woman with graying hair stands there. Wrinkles have inhabited her face. Crowley holds tight to Haillie's hand. "I heard you can make me beautiful again," the woman says in a creaky voice. Haillie wrinkles her nose at the noise.
"The deal is ten years. I will give you all the beauty and sparkle of your obviously fading youth. We seal the deal. Then, in ten years I'll come for my payment. Simple," Crowley explains quickly. She nods. With no hesitation Crowley locks lips with the lady. Her face starts to change. The wrinkles disappear. Her gray hairs are replaced by auburn. Haillie watches mystified.
Just as quick as they came, Haillie and Crowley appear at another location, a crossroads outside a shabby looking bar. A young man stands looking dismayed. "I didn't think you'd really come," he says in a shaky voice.
"What do you want? Love, money, looks, I do it all. Anything you want. In ten years I come for payment. What do you need?" Crowley explains trying to rush through so he can just get to the next location and the next deal.
The man sighs and says, "I need you to save my wife. She's dying. I just need you to fix her. I don't care of the price. I'll give everything," the man tells Crowley almost in tears. Inside of Crowley something sinks. He feels the sorrow of this man. All he wants is the love of his life to be alright. He is watching her die.
Crowley was hunched over by Sara's bedside grasping her hand tightly. Tears filled his eyes as she lay coughing. Blood spurt from her lips. "I can fix this, my Sara. I'm going to find a way to save you," Crowley cried.
"Don't. Crowley," Sara coughed worse, "I'm dying. There isn't anything you can do. The baby and me are going to die," Sara said touching her almost seven month baby bump. Crowley placed his hand on her stomach crying over her. "I'm sorry," Sara said.
"Daddy?" Haillie tugs on his pant leg. She looks distressed. Crowley picks her up looking into her sad little green eyes.
Crowley snaps his fingers and tells the young man, "Don't worry about a payment. She's better. Go home and tell her how much you love her. That's my only requirement." Crowley and Haillie appear back at the house.
Through tear filled eyes Crowley changes Haillie's diaper. The only thing he can think of is himself and Sara. Those endless days he spent by her beside. He read and told stories of great places they would see. He promised her things he knew he couldn't fulfill.
Crowley snuck out of Sara's room as she slept peacefully. With a brisk walk down the hall, Crowley arrived at the nursery. With furious tears Crowley kicked the wall so hard a hole appeared. With one quick move, Crowley smashed the wooden butterfly that hung on the wall. It fell into a million little pieces. Giving up, Crowley slid down the barren wall. He sobbed into his scratched up hands.
"I'm sorry, Sara. I couldn't save you. I wanted to save you. Please forgive me," Crowley accidently says in reality. Haillie looks up at him puzzled. He shakes his head and walks into the kitchen pouring himself Craig. He downs the whole glass quickly. Then, a thought pops into his head. A smile crosses his lips as he looks at little Haillie. "I'll pack your bags, Haillie," he says still grinning, "You and I are going to take a little vacation." Haillie smiles and grabs her teddy bear. "We are going to have tons of 'fun'" Crowley tells her as he lifts her into his arms with this plan that has hatched that could potentionally have mass effects.