Requested by @BexiBug

Imagine...

A/n - I hope you like it!

Word Count: 1122

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"The demon is in here somewhere, Dean. Look, there's sulphur everywhere," Sam informs his brother as they enter the house.

The eldest nods his head as he examines the evidence, "Yeah, looks like a real party was going on in here."

Before Sam can suggest splitting up, a loud demonic scream can be heard coming from the basement.

Both brothers react instantly, drawing weapons and dashing towards the danger. When they arrive, they are met with a beautiful woman throwing holy water and some sort of powder onto a demon.

She then shouts something in Latin. At first, Dean thought it was an exorcism, but most of the words are unfamiliar to him.

"Dean, she's a witch!" Sam yells to him. "She's putting a spell on him!"

The Winchester's don't have a chance to do anything about it, though, as she finishes with one final shout.

The demon writhes in agony before leaking out of the meat suit it inhabited. The brothers watch in shock as the demon disappears.

The witch simply wipes the powder off her hands and looks to them with a smile, even though their guns are steadily trained on her.

"Hello, boys. I wasn't expecting you," she states silkily as she gathers her small bag and her holy water bottle.

"What the hell was that?!" Dean asks, gun still fixated on her.

She smiles, "I assume you've seen an exorcism before. That was a . . . modified version. My own creation, in fact."

"You killed that demon."

"Yes," is the simple response.

Dean frowns, then remembers something, "We've heard about you. You're that good witch people keep talking about, aren't you?"

"If you believe in such things as a 'good witch', than yes. If you don't, then a witch is just a witch: no exceptions. Now, which are you? Do you believe there exists such a witch that could be considered good?"

Dean seems to weigh his words carefully, "A few years ago, there was no such thing. But, times change and so yes, I guess I believe."

She nods and smiles, "It is a pleasure to meet you, Dean. You too Sam."

"How'd you know our names?" Sam questions. Their guns are still at the ready.

She chuckles, "Who doesn't know the famous Winchester brothers? Your reputations proceed you."

"We're at a disadvantage. You know who we are, but we still don't know who you are."

"I am the daughter of a king who forgot my name."

The brothers share a look.

"Well, that's interesting and all, but what do we call you?"

"Call me whatever you want."

Dean smirks and starts to open his mouth.

"Except what your brother was just going to say, because that's no way to treat a lady," she smirks.

He frowns, "How'd you know what I was gonna say?"

"I have my ways," she winks. "While we're all here, what do you say to a partnership of sorts? You may join in the hunt if you want, there are still more demons."

"Woah, no. This is our hunt," Dean fires back.

She looks pointedly at the body on the floor, "I got here first. First come, first serve. I was suggesting a partnership out of courtesy. Take it or leave it."

"Dean," Sam says in a hushed voice to his brother, "let's do this. It'll be good to have another person on the hunt."

"Are you crazy?! We don't know her! Plus, she's a witch!"

"I know that, Dean. I'm not saying we throw cation out the window, but we can give this a shot."

The witch looks at them, "I can hear you, darlings. I solemnly swear that I won't stab you in the back. No matter how much you irk me."

Dean shoots her a glare, although something twinkles in his apple-green eyes. "Fine we'll work together."

"Excellent."

~

The hunt went well.

The demons went down like flies. Sam and Dean got to know the mysterious witch a bit better.

They discovered that she is old, very old, although she doesn't look it. She wouldn't go into specifics, but she told them she was from Scotland a long time ago.

She still wouldn't say her last name, but she gave them a first name.

Y/n.

The discovery of her name made Dean smile. He grew particularly close to her during their time together.

Dean is brought out of his daydreaming as something unexpected happens.

Crowley, the king of hell himself appears.

"Moose, Squirrel, you're wreaking havoc on my demons. I thought we had an understanding," he drawls.

"Crowley? Have we finally caught your elusive attention?" Y/n asks, coming into the dim room.

He turns to face her, and as he does, Dean realizes something.

Crowley is from Scotland and so is Y/n. Rowena is a witch and so is Y/n.

It clicks.

"Crowley, you have a daughter?" Dean asks, interrupting the silence.

The demon king looks at him. "I did a long time ago. She died while I was still mortal."

This confuses Dean, "That can't be right."

Y/n appraises Dean with raised brows.

"I think I'd know if my own flesh and blood were still alive, Squirrel."

Y/n smiles sadly and shakes her head.

That is when Dean remembers what she said, 'I am the daughter of a king who forgot my name'.

His eyes connect with hers. She finds understanding within them.

Her own father doesn't remember her.

Still curious, Dean asks, "What was her name?"

"Why so curious, Dean," Crowley's eyes narrow.

He shrugs, "Humour me."

"It was a long time ago. I-I can't recall her name. It's in the past."

Dean nods.

"I just came to warn you about killing my demons. Please stop. See you later boys," Crowley says before vanishing.

"What was that about, Dean?" Sam turns on his brother.

Dean looks to Y/n, "She's his daughter. Aren't you?"

"Clever boy," she sneers.

"Hey, don't go biting my head off. Should've hid it better if you didn't want us finding out."

She sighs, "Sorry. It's just hard sometimes. He never was a great father, but it still hurts that he can't even remember my name."

Dean pats her back comfortingly. "Hey, do you have a place to stay?"

"I go from motel to motel."

"You could come with us. We live in a bunker."

"A bunker?"

Dean chuckles, "Yeah, a bunker."

"That's really thoughtful, Dean, but I wouldn't want to impose."

"It wouldn't be an imposition," Dean assures.

She smiles, "In that case, sure. Thanks."

"No problem."

Sam just watches, a bit upset that Dean didn't talk to him first. But, he sees the way they look at each other, so he's fine with it.