Episode: Season 9 - King of the Damned Pt. 3 

I called the boys not long after my discoveries. I was a bit disappointed to find out they already knew about Gavin although I knew they'd kept it from me because they'd believed him to be dead. And why shouldn't they have? He had been for well over 200 years.

"My soul did a stint in hell, where it became demonized. Then I had to possess another person so I could traffic with the living," Crowley was explaining as I stepped back into the room, "Any of this sticking?"

"I-I can't be consorting with a demon!" Gavin protested, nearly in hysterics by this point.

"Not just any demon. I'm the king - the king of Hell!" Crowley added indignantly.

Gavin threw his hands up in shock and exasperation at that, brown eyes wide.

"And there you were, worried the old man wouldn't amount to much,"

"And you! What are you then?... Human?" Gavin asked hopefully, eyes flicking to me for the first time.

I bit my lip in thought, nervous under my brother's watchful gaze before shaking my head, about to respond when Crowley cut me off, "Sorry to burst your bubble, kid, but little sister over there is half-witch and half-demon,"

I shot him a hard glare at that one, "And I wonder who's fault that is?!"

Crowley rolled his eyes at me before picking up a newspaper on the coffee-table beside him, "Why do you two hate me so much, anyway?"

"Why do we hate you?!" Gavin spluttered, repeating his words in utter disbelief that he'd even asked the question.

"I mean, I beat you, starved you, came home drunk, beat you some more, woke up hungover, and, yeah, I beat you," Crowley recounted his sins before his dark brown eyes slid to me, "And you - I lied to you, betrayed you, saved your life, lied to you again, and yeah, betrayed you again... In all fairness, I didn't really have any role models. My mother was a witch!"

My eyebrows hit my hairline at that tidbit of information, "Well, my existence finally makes sense!"

"I grew up thinkin' - knowin' - I was nothin'! Less than nothin'!" Gavin exploded and my heart broke for him then and there, "You worked me harder than the horse! You never let me go to school. To this day, I can't read!"

Seems like we'd both grown up having a bad childhood.

"It's overrated! Most of Europe couldn't read," Crowley rolled his eyes, getting up from his chair to press his fingers to Gavin's head before pushing the newspaper at him, "You want to read? Read,"

Gavin's eyes scanned the page before he let out a startled gasp, ""Some Buccaneers beat the Saints? Can this be?...I can read,"

Crowley spread his arms wide, grinning like mad.

"King of Hell. Plenty of perks," he smirked.

"So...if you're a king...that would make me...prince?

"And you say I've never given you anything. A title!"

"And if I was to accept you as my father, you could keep me from eternally burning in Hell? No matter my sins?"

"You're negotiating with me?" Crowley chuckled, "That's my boy!"

I felt a twinge of jealousy at that but pushed it down as I watched them.

"This might work you," Gavin said happily as he sat down in the armchair Crowley had previously occupied, "For the first time in my entire life, I can see possibilities, a future. Just as soon as you take me back to my own time and I can board that ship for the New World,"

"About that ship..."

"What about the ship?"

Crowley made a face and I frowned, immediately realizing something was very wrong. What wasn't he saying?

"It's not important." he dismissed him.

I knew there was a little more to it than that, though. And sure enough, he sprung it on the both of us a little later. Or...he tried to anyhow.

"What're you talking about? Of course I'm boardin' the ship when I go back! I want to go back to my life!" my older brother protested angrily as he stood in the doorway of his designated bedroom.

"It's not a good idea!" Crowley snapped, being unreasonable.

I scoffed from where I stood beside Gavin, siding with him on this one.

"I'm going to the colonies. I'm workin' my way across. I've given my word!"

"Gavin, listen to your father. I know what's-" Crowley began to protest when the two of us shard a look before slamming the door into our father's face.

I rolled my eyes at Crowley's ignorant behavior then as I sat down beside Gavin on the end of the bed where he was already seated now.

"So..." I started, absentmindedly picking at the chipped black nail polish I was wearing, "I guess you're my brother,"

"And you're my sister," he nodded, the both of us still in shock over the revelations.

Silence stretched between us and neither him nor myself really knew what to say.

"Can I ask you a question?" he suddenly piped up, taking me by surprise but I nodded anyway in response, "What, uh...what are you?"

I frowned, eyebrows knitting together in utter confusion, "What do you mean?"

He let out a half-chuckle, "Well...I know we're half-related and not whole but my best guess is your mother wasn't from Scotland. Are you...are you from the New World? I heard tales from sailors passing through who'd been to the colonies and met dark-skinned natives there,"

A grin split my face at his naivety and I couldn't help but chuckle.

"Yeah, you could say that," I admitted, making a bright smile light up his face.

"Why, that's incredible! It must be amazing to be part of such a rich culture!"

My face fell then and I frowned, glancing down at my hands, "Well, not always. I mean, I love it - don't get me wrong, it's just...not all people accept you. And that can be hard - to be different,"

Suddenly, I felt a large hand encompass my own and squeeze reassuringly. When I glanced back up with tear-filled eyes, it was into the concern-filled identical brown orbs of my big brother.

"Well, I promise you that I don't feel that way. And I won't let anyone hurt my little sister like that again ever." he promised, thick Scottish accent clinging to his heartfelt words.

A few tears escaped my eyes as I pulled him in for a hug, breathing in the scent of ocean spray, hay, and a lingering scent of a little ale clinging to his clothes. I knew then that it would all be okay - as long as we had each other.