~(Hey everyone, this is the last part of this mini series and I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did. Hope you're having a great New Years Eve and getting ready for 2016! Also, I've been requested more Crowley one-shots and was wondering if anyone had any ideas or scenarios for a Crowley one-shot. If you do, just mention it in the comments or inbox me, that'd be great)~

"Are you sure about this?" Sam asked as he and Dean walked into the bar.

Dean had an enraged expression plastered on his face as he scanned the bar for his daughter through the crowd of middle aged men and women. Old-timey classic rock played loudly and the sound of clinging glasses could be heard. Dean made his way past strangers until he caught a familiar figure. He quickly approached you to see that you had been chatting with a guy who looked way older than you.

"Dad! What are you doing here?!" your eyes were wide in fear and surprise.

"Seriously? I should ask you the same," he waved his phone, showing the tracker app he had installed.

"You tapped my phone? What the hell!?!" your trepidation soon turned to anger. "I'm eighteen. You can't do that!"

"As long as you live under my roof, I can do whatever I want! Now come on, we're heading back to the motel. We can talk about this when we get there," Dean ordered, turning to leave.

You crossed your arms, staying in your seat, "I'm not going anywhere."

"Very funny, (Y/N). Get up."

"I said no," you responded, scowling at your father.

"You heard the lady. She doesn't want to go with you," the guy who you had been talking to backed you up. "So you best leave now before you start any trouble."

"Stay out of this!" Dean waved him off, keeping his eyes focused on you, "(Y/N), I'm gonna give you the count of three to get out of that damn chair and get in the car."

"Count to a million, I'm still not going with you," you shrugged.

"One," he muttered, gritting his teeth. "...Two."

You both stared at each other in silence, battling with deafening glares. The bar had been oddly silent as well, drawing in on the drama. Finally, Dean was fed up, "Fine. Don't say I didn't warn you."

Sam glanced at you from behind with a frown, knowing this wasn't a good idea at all. You never could handle his puppy eyes. They made you feel a hint of guilt and you quickly averted your eyes. "Come on Sammy," Dean called out as he was already through the exit.

"Just go Sam," you muttered.

~Time Skip~

"I just think that both of you are making a huge mistake," Sam sighed, watching his brother pack his duffle bag, angrily shoving clothes into the bag.

"It's her who's making the mistake. But if she thinks she's such an adult, let her be. And when she comes crawling back to us, don't be surprised when I say I told ya so," Dean ranted almost endlessly.

"You know, you two aren't so different," Sam said, leaning against the wall, "I mean, you're both hard-headed and don't really like being told what to do."

"What's your point?" Dean asked, zipping up the bag. Before Sam could answer, Dean's phone rang."Hold that thought." 

"Who is it?"

"(Y/N)" Dean read the caller ID and smirked as he picked up, "Look who came crawling back. Ready to stop the whole rebellious act?"

"Not exactly," an unknown male voice answered, clearly not his daughter.

Dean's smirk quickly faded, "Who the hell is this? Where's (Y/N)?!?"

"Oh (Y/N) is here and safe...for now. Say hi to your father (Y/N),"the man said, moving the phone to you.

"Dad, I need your help!" you cried loudly.

"Where are you-" the line was cut off before he could answer. "Crap."

"What happened?" Sam asked with furrowed eyebrows.

"Grab the guns," the older Winchester demanded and grabbed his keys and jacket before rushing out of the motel room.

~Time Skip~

It didn't take long for Sam and Dean to track your phone down to an old farmhouse just out of town. "I think we have company," the guy, who you soon found out was the fairy you'd been hunting, smiled at the door.

Without warning, Dean kicked open the wooden door and the fairy disappeared. He quickly spotted you tied up to a chair with your wrists bound behind you. "You're okay!" Dean sighed in relief and dropped his gun to rush towards you. 

"Dad, wait-" you tried to warn him but the fairy appeared behind him and yanked him back by the collar.

Sam quickly ran in as he heard the commotion, guns blazing. "(Y/N)!" Sam rushed toward you.

"I'm okay Uncle Sam, go help out Dean," you motioned to Dean, who was circling around the room pensively.

"Where'd he go?" Sam asked, keeping his gun hoisted up.

"I dunno," Dean picked up his shotgun.

"Over there!" your eyes focused on the figure that appeared behind Dean.

He quickly whipped around and pulled the trigger, but sadly wasn't quick enough. The fairy smirked as he dodged his shot and grabbed Dean's neck, flinging him across the room. As the brothers continued to fight the fairy, you took the time to try to wring yourself out of your restraints.

 After a while of tugging uncomfortably at the restraints, your hands slipped out. You quickly ran over to the shelf of books beside you, looking for what might have been the spell book that summoned the guy here. "HEY! Get away from those!" the fairy shouted, causing you to jump. He launched himself over to you but was stopped short when Dean shot him right through the chest.

"Somebody throw me a match!" you yelled as the fairy stumbled, slowing down momentarily.

Dean fished around in his pocket and then tossed a silver lighter to you. The fairy quickly got up again, reaching his arms out to strangle you, "NO!"

"Hey fairy! Take this!" Sam shouted, causing the fairy to turn around. He quickly tossed salt on the ground in front of him, causing the fairy to drop down and quickly start counting every grain. "Alright, we've got some more time."

"Thanks uncle Sam," you nodded and kept rummaging for the spell book until finally, you found a rusted, gold-embroiled book. "I think this is it." You flicked the lighter on and put the book onto the flame.

"AH! STOP!" the fairy screeched in agony and fell to the ground, starting to fade.

"I'll go get the gasoline cause this might take a while," Dean said, rushing out the house.

~Time Skip~

After you finally burned the book and got the job done, you had all headed back to the motel to finish packing then got back on the road. The ride was quiet for a while, and no one had really spoken since the whole fairy incident. You sat in the back seat while Sam, who had fallen asleep, sat shotgun and Dean drove.

 You stared out the window longingly and sighed, "I'm sorry."

"Huh?" Dean arched a brow, glancing at you through the rear view mirror.

"Don't make me say it again, cause I'm really bad at this," you mumbled, fumbling with your hands.

He chuckled slightly, "It's okay. I heard you the first time and I'm sorry too. You're an adult now and I need to respect your choices, even if they're completely stupid."

You couldn't help but laugh too, knowing he was just being honest. "You're always going to be over-protective and I can't really stop you. I just want you to realize that hunting is really the only thing I'm good at and I may not be the college-bound student you want me to be, but I'll still be your daughter."

Dean smiled slightly, "Well I can't stop you."

As he drove on, Sam smiled, keeping his eyes shut and whispering, "Like father, like daughter."