Note: This episode has been a long time coming, y'all! I hope you like it as much as I enjoyed writing it ^_^

Episode: Season 9 - King of the Damned Pt. 1 

I grinned into the kiss, butterflies bubbling up in my stomach as his fingers caressed the sliver of skin exposed at the bottom of my t-shirt. When he finally pulled away, I couldn't help but pout and he chuckled.

"It's only a half-hour drive," Dean reminded me, hands moving to cup my face gently as he gazed back at me with those beautiful green eyes of his, "I'm a phone call away if you need me,"

A sigh escaped my lips and I nodded before pressing my lips once more to his.

"I love you, dirt-bag," I told him as we broke away, him climbing into Baby.

"I love you, too, short-stack." he said back, winking at me once before him and Sam peeled out in the Impala.

Sighing to myself, I hopped in my own car and headed off to Crowley's new mansion he'd taken over. It didn't take long to get there, as Dean had said, and once arrived, I made my way through the door and up the stairs of the lavish, towering building.

"Okay, so, your progress better be good 'cause I came all the way from Kansas to make sure we can take down Abba-" I started as I stepped into the room, stopping cold when my eyes landed on a demon sitting in the armchair.

The woman's hair was a deep red, piled atop her head in a bun, bright matching lipstick making her seem paler if that was at all possible. I'd never met her myself but from what I'd been told of her appearance, I'd wager this was Abbadon.

"-CDS," Crowley cut in, noting my open-mouthed stare, "You know Sam - strange taste in music, that one,"

The ginger smirked over at me, sipping lightly from her wine glass before finally speaking, "Hispanic, bad temper, apparent love of classics-"

She said this last part as her gaze swept over my ripped black skinny jeans, stud bracelets, and Billy Idol concert tee before her eyes met mine again.

"-you must be Parker Martinez, Crowley's little girl,"

"It's Winchester now actually," I said through gritted teeth but she only shrugged as if to say 'the difference?'

"So let's get real," she said then, evidently continuing her conversation with Crowley as if I weren't even there, "Join me in taking out the Winchesters and that ridiculous Blade, and then we'll deal with each other,"

"To be clear...I'll not be joining you ever," Crowley spat at her with a calmness that would be unnerving to most but not to Abbadon as a chuckle left her lips, "Except at your death scene, where I shall burst into song. Goodbye. You have no hold over me,"

"Oh, no?" she questioned, eyes briefly flitting to me before she snapped her fingers, smiling.

Instantly, a dark-haired man appeared in the room. His eyes were a deep chocolate-brown, peeking out from pale skin. And the clothes he wore were so outdated - by a few hundred years at least - that I knew at once he wasn't from our time.

"Gavin, say hello to Daddy." Abbadon grinned.

My eyes widened in shock and it felt like all the air had been sucked out of the room at those six simple words.

I had a brother?