The song here is "Dust in the Wind" by Kansas

Dust in the Wind

They all returned home, all eager to relax and spend some quality time together. Nerilla and Kelley returned to the office to do some much needed work. Nikolai and Gabriel were happy to check out the demons, see how things were doing during the family vacation. Already, Hector had a report on Crowley's desk detailing that the crossroad demons have remained loyal and were bringing in more than enough contracts to replace the slaughtered traitorous demons.

As soon as they entered the cavern, the large Hellhounds lifted their heads and let out excited growls as Keara skipped towards them.

"Hello, Fluffy." She said to one as she pet its nose. She moved onto the next, giving it a light scratch to its cheek. "And Sparkles, and Rainbow." She added, looking at the one beside them. She skipped over to more of them, giving them random names, apparently. "Panda, Ozzy, Scarlet and Lizzie, after Lizzie Borden of course." She added, petting them all. "So glad to see you today." She concluded, giving them a little curtsy.

Crowley and Clara walked up to the mansion, admiring the large Hellhounds. It still surprised them that their two year old daughter created these after resurrecting dead Hellhounds and that they were very loyal to her.

Keara skipped over to her parents and held their hands as the doors opened by themselves, inviting them in. It seemed the mansion sensed just how much they had wanted to return home and relax.

They walked in and the doors closed behind them, shutting out all of Hell to give them tranquility. Then, little scratches were heard as Ginger trotted towards them. Clara and Keara scratched her head and gave her kisses. Larger trots were heard and Crowley grinned as his large Hellhound Juliet stopped in the entrance.

"Home, sweet home." Crowley said as he turned to the side room, entering the living area. Juliet went over to the door and laid down in front of it, as if to make sure her master and his family wouldn't be disturbed. Keara followed her father, taking his hand with a large smile.

"Are we going to play a game, Daddy?" she asked and he picked her up so they could both sit on the couch together. She relaxed in his arms and smiled as Clara came to sit with them, Ginger curling up on the floor next to them.

"And what game would we play?" he asked her and she glanced at Clara with a little grin.

"No Monopoly. You and your father are too good." She replied and stroked Keara's face as she grinned at Crowley. "How about Clue?" she asked and she watched as Keara and Crowley glanced at each other, contemplating.

"I guess." She said and Crowley grinned. She jumped off the couch and ran to her room to get the game. He glanced at Clara with a dark smile and she pushed herself forward, closer to him.

"Better not cheat." She said and he chuckled darkly.

"Darling, it's not cheating if you use your wits." He replied and she chuckled as she playfully hit him.

"Are you saying that I'm not smart?" she asked him and he picked up her hand, bringing it to his lips. His eyes met hers as he kissed her hand, but he remained silent. "You totally are." She said and ripped her hand away from him.

"You're playing against me, Darling. Of course you'll lose." He replied and she hit him much harder this time. "And of course you're intelligent. You're also beautiful, charming, sexy and delicious." He added as he pulled her closer, kissing her neck.

"Some things never change." She said as she relaxed in his arms.

Then, Keara ran back into the room and Clara pulled away from Crowley, lightly smacking him to stop. She seemed oblivious to her parents as she began setting up the game on the small table in the center of the room. Crowley gave Clara once last kiss to her neck and sat back as if nothing had happened.

When the game was ready, Keara brought the small coffee table closer and sat in between her parents.

"You know, if you need more alone time, just say so." She said as she glanced at her mother, then at her father. She returned her attention to the game while her parents exchanged grins. "I'll start." She added and began to play.

As usual, Crowley would whisper to Keara the best strategies to use when winning a game. She would take his advice and her mother would always lose. She would sigh and then, the more she lost, the more she refused to play. Every time, no matter what game, it would happen and this time was no different.

"The next game, I'm cheating." She mumbled as she turned the television on by narrowing her eyes.

"That's my girl." Crowley said, but she simply grunted in response. She was hoping to teach her daughter morality as the fundamental building blocks of adult self in years to come, and then teach her how to be cunning and devious. And all the while, Crowley was teaching how to think like him, which was anything but morality.

"I love you Mommy." Keara said, cuddling up to her mother. Clara wrapped an arm around her and kissed her head. Maybe her moral lessons weren't wasted time after all.

"I love you too, Sweetie." She replied and they searched Netflix for something interesting to watch. Keara never had to grow up with cable of satellite television where what you got is what you got, unlike Clara who had to watch Church shows on Sunday mornings and crappy programs all day long, every day.

"Oh, Jeff Dunham." Keara said and Clara grinned, clicking the "enter" button. "I like Achmed, the Dead Terrorist." She added, imitating his accent and his evil laughter. "Walter is cranky and Peanut is wacky." She said and giggled. Clara glanced over at Crowley with an arched eyebrow.

"It's better than Sesame Street, Love." He added and she flashed him a grin. "Although he is a grown man playing with dolls." He added and her grin changed into a smile.

Clara wasn't sure just how much of Jeff Dunham's jokes Keara understood, but she seemed to love his shows and the personalities of his dolls. However, despite the fact that she learnt easily from Crowley, she knew Keara would grow up to be a wonderful woman with a good head on her shoulders. She would be compassionate and ruthless with reason. She would be strong and clever; making her to be a good successor to the throne of Hell, if Crowley ever decided to relinquish it.

The End

But of course, I usually add bonus chapters. I had a couple of ideas that I couldn't fit, but decided to put them afterwards.