Parenthood
Crowley's P.O.V
I saw the tyke Gavin today, just walked past him on the street. He didn't see me, thank Christ. It was only a glimpse I saw, but it was enough to tell me he's managing. He had clothing appropriate to this century at least and a nice girl on his arm.
I wish the human part of me would die already, but it hasn't. I still care for Gavin in a strange, fatherish type way that I never did while I was still human all those years ago.
I'm glad my son is making his way in this world and in this age. Is this how a parent is supposed to feel?