"Daddy, please," the little girl cried, tears streaming down her face.

In response, the father backhanded her across the face. The girl yelped as she fell back, her cheek stinging from the amount of force the man had used.

"Get up," he growled.

"D-Daddy," she hiccupped, staring up at him.

"I said get up, girl! NOW!"

Biting down hard enough on her lip to taste blood, the daughter complied with the command. When she felt his hand fist in her hair, she cried out once more.

"You're nothing! A worthless piece of shit who should never have been born!"

"Hello, sweetheart."

Destiny froze in place. She recognized that voice. But she and Dean had been so careful. He didn't expect one of them to show up for at least another week if not longer. However, as she turned around slowly, it only confirmed what she had known without looking. The King of Hell smirked at her as she studied him.

"Crowley," she hissed.

"You seem surprised to see me."

"What do you want?"

There was a pause in which neither of them spoke.

"What do you want, Crowley?" she growled again.

"How to put this?" the demon muttered, almost to himself, before locking eyes with her. "You."

"Wh-" Destiny began.

Before she could get anything out though, someone hit her over the head and her world went dark.

"Daddy, stop! Please!"

The man ignored his daughter's pleas, kicking the young girl in the ribs. She cried out, which seemed to only anger him more. He delivered three more kicks before gripping her hair and tugging her up.

"You'll never amount to anything, girl," he hissed in her ear.

Her lip quivered as tears flowed freely down her cheeks. She had been subjected to her father's abuse for nearly three years now. Nothing she did was ever good enough for him. He blamed her for everything that went wrong in his life: his alcoholism, her mother walking out on them three years ago... hell, he even found a way to pin the way he was bullied as a child on her somehow.

Keeping a firm grip in her hair, he dragged her down the hallway toward his bedroom.

"Daddy, no! Please!" she begged.

She was ignored once more as he tied her down in his bed on her stomach. After ripping open her shirt to reveal hundreds of scars on her back, he undid his belt buckle and pulled it off. She screamed from the first time the belt made contact with her back.

When Destiny still hadn't returned from her walk, Dean began to worry. Normally, he wouldn't care about such a thing. He was a Knight of Hell after all. However, after over a month with the girl, the demon realized he had begun to grow attached. It sickened him slightly, thinking he was above such trivial matters.

Regardless, he was worried. Destiny was an innocent girl with a troubled past. He wasn't stupid, he'd noticed the scars crisscrossing her back while they laid in bed together. While he didn't know the exact circumstances surrounding said scars, he knew they were part of the reason why she was so willing to pour her heart and soul into their relationship. The reliance she had developed on him was borderline unhealthy.

Pulling out his phone, Dean pressed a button and held it to his ear, listening to it ring out.

"Dean? Is that really you?"

"I need your help with something. And then I want you to let me go and don't look back."

 Destiny opened her eyes, groaning at the killer headache she had. The last thing she remembered was Crowley showing up while she had been out on a walk to clear her head. Then everything was fuzzy.

"Our Sleeping Beauty awakes," a familiar English accent sounded.

Destiny's gaze rose until she found the demon who had kidnapped her. It infuriated her that even with Dean's training, she had still been caught off guard by the King of Hell. The whole reason she wanted those lessons was so that when he wasn't around, something like this wouldn't happen.

As she focused, she became more aware of her surroundings. They were in some sort of abandoned warehouse. Several machines and other hardware lay dormant by the edge of the room. Destiny herself was sat in a chair in the center of the room, her wrists and ankles bound with rough twine. When her brain registered the feeling, she felt her heart speed up in her chest and her breathing became more rapid.

"Easy there, sweetheart," Crowley purred as he made his way forward. "Don't want you having a stroke."

Ignoring him, Destiny pulled desperately at her restraints, causing the rough material to cut into her wrists and irritate her skin. This in turn, caused her to hyperventilate even more, as she experienced flashbacks to a similar rope tying her to a large bed as a man hovered over her, whipping her back with a belt...

"No. No, please," she pleaded, voice childlike.

"Begging already? But the fun's only just beginning," Crowley said.

Destiny shut her eyes tightly, biting down on her lip hard enough to taste blood as tears threatened to fall. The King of Hell tilted his head as he studied her, curious what had warranted such a severe reaction out of the girl so quickly. He had expected her to put up a fight when she woke, but had not anticipated a full-on mental breakdown.

"Well, this should be interesting," he muttered to himself.

The young woman kept her eyes closed, trying vainly to stall the onslaught of memories that were starting to overwhelm her.