2. The girl who knew too much
I guess you could call me the girl who knew too much. I'm 30 years old and my biological father is Fergus MacCleod, a.k.a the meatsuit for Crowley, who is the king of hell, literally. So I know a shitload of information about tricks, monsters, angels, god, ect. So yea. Crowley himself has no idea i know him, though. so I guess I'm a wallflower. Anyway, these two guys came over to my house. They were 'fed's. and SUPER fucking hot. So I let them in. "Just so you know, I have 911 on speed dial and a knife collection." I warned. "We just want to talk." the tall one said. "Okay, fine. what the fucking fuck do you want?" I asked. "We want to talk about your moving toys an-" I cut him off. "They were possessed." I said. "and, I know you. You're Sam and Dean Winchester, hunters. And REALLY easy to page. Anyway, I'm Crowley's meat suit's daughter, so I know everything there is to know about hunters and monsters and angels and shit." I continued. They pulled out their guns. I laughed and immediately knocked the guns out of their hands (with my mind). They looked shocked and scared. "Oh, calm your tits. I don't intend to hurt you. And I didn't hurt your little friend Castiel, either. I just sent him somewhere. He tried to send me back to hell. I was like, AWW FUCK NAW YOU AIN'T!!!! and so I sent him." I told them. "WHERE?!" Said Dean. "I honestly dunno! I just painted the symbol with my blood and bye-bye! He was gone." I explained. Dean looked mad. "We gotta find him!" Dean said to Sam. Sam nodded in agreement and they left. I could tell I would see them again.