"Not entirely," Artemis replied, picking up a towel from the sink and offering it to Sam when she noticed water seeping dangerously close to his shoes. "I have a sister."

She glanced back and forth between the two gentlemen. "You'll both have to meet her sometime."

But a Devil's Gate felt a bit more important at the moment.

Artemis turned her full attention on Castiel. His aura was the colour of a nameless color, sparkling and shining like a disco ball. It was actually rather painful to look at, but she couldn't help it. It reminded her of the sun. Or what little she remembered about the sun. "So you are an angel, then?"