Episode: Season 9 - King of the Damned Pt. 2 

I thought she was lying. After all, Crowley had no other children besides me...right? But as soon as I got one look at the familiar expression on my father's face in which he registered the man, Gavin's presence, I knew it to be true.

"How did you-" Crowley started but she cut him off.

"I know a spell or two, Crowley," Abbadon shrugged.

"Wait, wait, wait, wait!" I said, interrupting the two of them as I spun on Crowley, "I...is this true? That's your son?"

Crowley said nothing, gaze shifting downward to glance at his shoes and I felt tears brim in my brown eyes as I turned back around to face Gavin once more.

"I...I have a brother?" I whispered in disbelief.

It must have been loud enough for him to hear though because at that moment, Gavin mirrored my expression of shock and confusion.

"Half-brother," Abbadon corrected, smirking, "After all, he was born 300 years before you, give or take a decade or two,"

"You stay out of this!" my father snapped, pointing a finger at Abbadon threateningly.

She put her hands up in surrender before going back to her drink.

"Are you mad though? This is your big card? The children and I loathe each other. I made it clear in the past - I don't care what happens to the little buggers,"

I bit my lip hard, letting the pain of it take away the pain I had suddenly felt in my chest from his words, despite myself.

"No," Abbadon conceded thoughtfully, "But that was before. Wasn't it? See, I know all about your little problem - bingeing on blood, going right to the edge of being human - all of those human feelings,"

I frowned in confusion as I watched the exchange, saying nothing.

"I'm clean," Crowley protested, shaking his head.

She chuckled, "And I'm willing to bet that there's a smidgen of humanity in there somewhere. Especially when it comes to your children,"

"Not a chance," he replied emotionlessly.

She smirked then and I knew nothing good would follow. For the first time in my life, I wish I hadn't been right. All of a sudden, she flicked her wrist and a sharp pang shot through my brain like a bullet. I groaned, gripping my head in my hands. From the other side of the room, I could hear Gavin doing the same. Blood began to seep from my eyes and I cried out in pain as did he.

"You know these ghoulish party tricks don't impress. Seen worse, done worse," Crowley bit out just as the pain and loss of vision made us both drop to our knees in agony as well as pools of our own sticky crimson blood. It felt like my brain was turning to mush, the searing pain intensifying.

"You've made your point. Now stop," Crowley suddenly demanded.

It was like magic then as slowly, I regained my eyesight, blinking like someone who hadn't seen the sun in a century, the pain ceasing to exist. I glanced over to see Gavin in much the same sate as myself - panting from the exertion, covered in blood.

We were sent off then to go get cleaned up and it wasn't until I stepped foot back into the room that I realized I"d stepped straight into a family conversation.

"You are not my father," Gavin told Crowley, a thick Scottish accent sticking to his words like strawberry jam, "My father was Fergus MacLeod, a simple tailor. A drunk, a monster,"

I arched my eyebrows as I walked over to them before plopping down in an armchair, "Not much personal growth in 300 years there, is it?"

Crowley shot me an unappreciative glare and I shrugged as Gavin continued, "He looked nothing like you and I buried him,"

"A lot can change in 291 years," Crowley said flippantly.

Gavin looked taken aback at that, "What?"

Wordlessly, Crowley removed the shade from the lamp beside him and turned it off before turning it back on again. Confused, Gavin analyzed it before stepping back.

"Can you cook a pigeon on it?" he asked.

I burst out laughing at that, unable to control my giggles at his dumbfounded expression.

"Not terribly quick, is he?" Abbadon commented before raising a hand, unlocking the doors to the balcony wordlessly.

Gavin's eyes widened as he walked over to gaze out.

"We're amongst the stars!" he exclaimed in awe before turning back to face us with a bright smile, "Are we in heaven, then? You must be angels!"

All our eyes widened and I shared a look with Crowley and Abbadon - two demons and a half-demon, half witch girl be angels? Seriously?

"So I guess this makes me the smart one in the family then?"