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{8} You've Got Mail!

Summary: The Winchester's cope with their new discovery about Claire and Crowley gets a bit sentimental.

 guess I've got some explaining to do, huh?"

Dean, Sam and Cas were standing in front of Gryphon and me, confused and expectant stares boring into our faces.

"I'd say so," Dean started, visibly shell-shocked. "Why don't you start with Crowley's comment?"

I wonder if I can back-pedal the king's little slip. "What comment?"

Yeah, no, that wasn't working. Dean caught onto my game immediately and folded his arms over his chest. "The pizza-man comment. What did it mean?"

I was at a crossroads- figuratively, thank God. I could outright deny everything, keep my secret and lose the trust of the Winchesters; or, I could tell them the truth, come clean and not have to worry about hiding it from them anymore.

The choice wasn't as easy as you might think.

I shed heavily. Now or never. "In case you bozos haven't figured it out yet, yes, Meg Masters was my mother."

Dean blinked at me, Sam decidedly stopped blinking and Cas tilted his head contemplatively.

"Meg Masters as in Meg Masters the demon?" Dean always said the most genius things, did he not?

"No, Meg Masters the shepherd. Yes, the demon."

As Dean looked away to process this information, I tensed myself to zap out of there if they reacted poorly, which was the most likely scenario. I knew this would happen what I told them. They would never look at me the same way, they would never accept me. How could they? They pretty much hated her and everything she stood for, besides when they were reluctantly working with her against Crowley. Why would they feel any differently about me?

Sam was the first one to recover from the shock. "Why didn't you tell us before?"

I was afraid you would hate me. I knew you would be disgusted. I didn't want you to leave me. "It didn't seem important."

It was Castiel who spoke next. "And your father?"

"Hate to break it to you Cas, but mommy dearest wasn't exactly a nun, or celibate. Even demons get lonely and condoms only have a 99.9% success rate."

"Your grandfather is Azazel," Dean growled hoarsely, never turning to face me again.

"Was, before you killed him," I pointed out.

"He killed our parents."

"And you killed him."

"Your mom tried to kill us multiple times."