Supernatural: Houses of the Holy

A/N: Hello, I am back with a new story for you all to enjoy. So you know, there will be some additional references to the LDS Church in this one, and the Winchesters will also get some unexpected help from a friend.

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Disclaimer: I don't own anything from Supernatural or Criminal Minds; I just own the characters that I happen to create.

CHAPTER ONE: AN ANGEL GIVING ORDERS?

"Order my steps in thy word: and let not any iniquity have dominion over me."

Psalms 119:133

Provo, UT…

Elvis was in his home office, going over some paperwork involving the trucking company when his phone rang; he picked it up and tucked it between his ear and shoulder as he made some notes. "Hello, Idris residence. Oh, hey, Hiro, how're you doing?"

He then frowned, listening, and set down his pen. "You sure? O – ok – okay, Hiro, now calm down," he said quickly. "Here's what I need you to do, okay? I'm gonna give you the phone number of some people who can probably help you with this problem; they're a set of siblings known as the Winchesters, and I'm going to call them to let them know about you, Hiro. Okay, the number for Sam Winchester is…"

After giving his former mission companion, Hiro Connor, the number, Elvis hung the phone up and hit the speed dial on his cell. "Hey, Sam, it's Elvis Idris, and a friend of my, Hiro Connor, is going to be calling you soon about a possible case that's happening in his hometown…"

Providence, Rhode Island…

A young woman named Gloria was sitting in a dark room, watching "The Drew Carey Show" on her television, and she was smoking. She wore smudged hooker makeup and the table to her left held several small angel statues, and an ashtray filled with cigarette butts.

`"How little?"` a woman asked.

`"How about "a little eyeshadow"?"` Drew suggested over the laugh track, picking up a pink-haired troll off the desk. `"You know, all this stuff, it's just very unprofessional."`

`"Don't touch the troll!"` Mimi shrieked.

`"Is that what your mom used to say to your dates?"` Drew asked as the laugh track was triggered again.

`"Put the trolls down or I'll put a staple right between your-"` Mimi threatened.

Gloria sighed heavily, lifted the remote control, and she flipped it to a televangelist station.

`"Now I know it's hard,"` the televangelist said. `"It's hard to look up when you're down. It's hard to look up and see the light. But I'm here to tell you folks, the Lord is with you."`

Gloria scoffed and turned off the television; moments later, the lamp to her right began sputtering and flickering. She looked around, frowning, and stamped out her cigarette; just then, the television suddenly turned on again, and she gasped in shock.

`"You don't have to suffer, you don't have to be lost,"` the televangelist told to the unseen audience. `"The lord is talking to you right now; he's saying, you are my child and you have a purpose! You think God forgot about you? I tell you no! All you got to do is listen! Can't you just hear those angels singing? Isn't it beautiful? It's time. It's time to receive the message he's sending. It's time to listen to the Word of God! Do you hear the glory? I said, can you hear it? I said can you just hear the glory?"`

The lamp was still flickering and the entire room began to shake. Gloria jumped to her feet, ran to the nearest doorframe since she thought it was an earthquake, and clutched at the frame, looking around in panic. Behind her, a blinding light glowed, and she turned to face it in horror, and then awe.

"Oh my god."

Several days later, Gloria was seated quietly on her bed in a psych ward, now a very changed woman. Her hair was straight and her face was clean; she was wearing a bathrobe and was reading a book held in her left hand. The door opened behind her and she turned.

"Good morning," she said pleasantly. "You're not the usual guy," she added to Sam, who was in white scrubs and was holding a clipboard.

"No, uh, just filling in," Sam said quickly. "So how you feeling today, Gloria?"

Gloria smiled. "I've never felt better."

Sam nodded, made a note on the chart and walked over to a nearby chair, facing her. "So, no disturbances lately?"

"You mean am I stark raving cuckoo for coco puffs?" Gloria inquired, still smiling.

Sam chuckled. "I didn't say that."

"It's all right," Gloria said reassuringly. "I know what people must think."

"What do you think?" Sam asked.

Gloria shrugged. "I think what I saw was real."

Sam looked around, pulled up a chair and set the clipboard down; he leaned forward, elbows on knees, and gave her an intensely earnest look. "I'd like to know what you saw," he requested.

"It was all over the news," Gloria said off-handedly, used to these sorts of questions. "I stabbed a man in the heart."

Sam raised his eyebrows. "Why would you do that?"

Gloria smiled again. "Because it was God's will."

Now this confused Sam a bit. God had her kill someone? "Did God talk to you?" he asked.

Gloria shook her head. "No. I get the sense God's a little busy for house calls. No, he, he sent someone."

"Someone?" Sam repeated.

Gloria nodded. "An angel," she explained. "It came to me in this beautiful white light, and it filled me with this feeling. It's, it's hard to describe."

"And this angel…" Sam encouraged.

"Spoke God's Word," Gloria answered.

Sam frowned. "And the Word was to kill someone?"

"I know, it sounds strange," Gloria admitted. "But what I did was very important. I helped him smite an evil man. I was chosen. For redemption."

Sam doubted that, but he could tell from Gloria's emotions, that she truly believed it. "This man you stabbed, did the angel give you his name?" he asked.

Gloria shook her head. "No, he just told me to wait for the sign," she added. "And the very next day I saw it, right beside the man's doorway. And I knew."

"Why him?" Sam asked.

"I just know what the angel told me: that this man was guilty to his deepest foundations," Gloria quoted from memory. "And that was good enough for me."

In a motel run by Elvis's former mission companion, Hiro Connor, Liz was sitting at a table, reading a thick book, and Dean was lying on the motel bed, which was vibrating, as he listened to music on his phone. Sam entered the room, and nodded to Liz, who waved, Dean, on the other hand, didn't notice him.

Sam rolled his eyes and went over to the bed. "Hey," he said and smacked Dean on the boot, getting his attention. "Hey!"

"Hey," Dean responded, turning off his music. "Man, you gotta try this, I mean there really is magic in the Magic Fingers."

Liz pretended to gag and Sam grimaced. "Dean, you're enjoying that way too much, it's kind of making me uncomfortable."

Dean frowned. "What am I supposed to do?" he asked, hurt. "I mean, you've got both me and Liz on lockdown here, I'm bored out of my skull, and it turns out that Liz is reading a set of scriptures that Hannah gave to her and has been hiding them all this time."

"Hey, you were the bank robber on the eleven o'clock news, not me," Sam pointed out. "And Liz volunteered to look after you, Dean. Besides, we can't risk you just walking into a government facility and bringing Henriksen down on our heads again…and that would be bad for Hiro," he added.

A few days ago, Elvis Idris called them about how his former mission companion, Hiro Connor, needed some help to figure out what was going on in his hometown, and they had immediately drove to Rhode Island to take the case of odd killings.

Dean rolled his eyes as he continued enjoying the Magic Fingers. "Hmm."

Giving up for the moment, Sam waved a dismissing hand at Dean as he turned to go into the bathroom, and Liz went back to reading her scriptures; seconds later, the bed shuttered to stillness.

"Aw, dammit! That was my last quarter," he complained. "Liz, you got any quarters?"

"No I don't, Dean," Liz responded, not looking up from her reading.

Dean groaned and then looked hopefully at Sam. "Hey! You got any quarters?" he pulled his headphones out and got up, crossed the room and leaned on the doorway to the bathroom where Sam was washing his face.

"No," Sam responded.

Dean pouted and finally changed the subject. "So did you get in to see that crazy hooker?"

"Yeah. Gloria Sitnick," Sam confirmed. "And I'm not so sure she's crazy," he added, drying his face off and went back into the main room.

Dean followed. "But she seriously believes she was touched by an angel?" he asked, earning a scowl from Liz, who enjoyed the "Touch By an Angel" TV series.

Sam nodded, removing his jacket. "Yeah. Blinding light, feelings of spiritual ecstasy, the works. I mean, she's living in a locked ward and she's totally at peace; I almost fell asleep with just how peaceful her emotions were."

"Oh yeah, you're right, that sounds completely sane," Dean scoffed. "What about the dude she stabbed?"

"Uh, Carl Gully," said Sam. "She said she killed him because he was evil."

"Was he?" Liz asked.

"I don't know," Sam admitted. "I mean, I couldn't find any dirt on him. I mean, he didn't have a criminal record, he worked over at the campus library, had lots of friends, he was a churchgoer-" and he then shrugged, not having to say anything else. "But I did contact Gloria to see if she could dig anything up that I might've miss."

Liz sighed. "That really doesn't help very much. And I hope that Garcia can find something."

"Hm," Dean agreed. "So then Gloria's just your standard-issue wacko. I mean, she wouldn't be the first nutjob in history to kill in the name of religion, know what I mean?"

"No, but she's the second in town to murder because an angel told them to," Sam pointed out. "Little odd, don't you think?"

Dean had to agree with that. "Well, odd yes, supernatural maybe. But angels? I don't think so. And don't start, Liz, I know what you've been reading in the scriptures and what Hiro has been talking to you about."

Liz pouted and Sam raised his eyebrows. "Why not?"

"Because there's no such thing, Sam," said Dean, surprised that his little brother had even asked that question when it was obvious…to him anyway.

Sam chuckled, sitting down on one of the beds. "Dean, there's ten times as much lore about angels as there is about anything else we've ever hunted."

"Plus, every prophet of the LDS church have confirmed to have talked with angels," Liz added, joining Sam on the bed, holding the scriptures in her hands. "I mean, in the Book of Mormon, a man named Nephi was ordered by an angel to kill an evil man named Laben in order to obtain the gold plates before he, his father Lehi, and the rest of their family fled to America."

Dean rolled his yes. "Yeah, you know what? There's a ton of lore on unicorns too," he pointed out. "In fact, I hear that they, they ride on silver moonbeams, and they shoot rainbows out of their ass."

"Wait, there's no such thing as unicorns?" Sam asked with a mock shock expression and Liz pretended to be devastated at the thought.

"Oh the horror!"

Dean scoffed. "That's cute. I'm just saying, man, there's just some legends that you just, you file under "bullcrap"."

Sam frowned. "And you've got angels on the bullcrap list."

Dean nodded. "Yep."

"Don't let Hiro hear you say that, Dean," Liz warned, "or he might show off his black-belt skills on your head." And her twin cringed at the thought.

Sam, however, wasn't about to let it drop. "Why?"

Dean sighed. "Because I've never seen one."

"So what?" Sam asked.

Dean couldn't believe that Sam was asking this sort of thing. "So, I believe in what I can see."

"Dean!" Sam said, exasperated. "We've seen things that most people couldn't even dream about."

"Yeah, we saw Elvis, his dad, Ricky, and other priesthood holders lay their hands on the head of someone who was possessed by a demon, and do an exorcism by just praying," Liz added.

"Exactly," Dean agreed. "With our own eyes, that's hard proof, okay? And I have to admit, that was an impressive exorcism. But in all this time I have never seen anything that looks like an angel. And don't you think that if they existed that we would have crossed paths with them? Or at least know someone that crossed paths with them that isn't a Mormon? No. This is a, a demon or a spirit, you know, they find people a few fries short of a happy meal, and they trick them into killing these randoms."

Sam conceded. "Maybe."

Dean rolled his eyes. "Can we just…I'm going stir-crazy man," he admitted. "Hey, let's go by Gloria's apartment, huh?"

"I was just there," Sam told them, noting Dean's disappointed expression. "Nothing. No sulfur, no EMF-"

"You didn't see any fluffy white wing feathers?" Dean teased and winced when Liz kicked him in the leg.

Sam chuckled at Liz's latest attempt to make their brother behave. "But Gloria did say the angel gave her a sign, right beside Carl Gully's doorway."

"Could be something at his house, worth checking out," Dean said eagerly.

Hiro Connor, who was Japanese-American, was seated behind the front desk of his motel and was looking over some paperwork when a jingling bell led him to look up and smiled at the young woman who'd open the door moments before. "Hi, you need a room, miss?"

"I do," the woman confirmed as she approached the desk. "Just for a couple of nights."

"Of course." Hiro nodded as he handed her the register and accepted the credit card she'd handed him. "You in town to visit someone…Ms. Cartwright?" he inquired, looking at the name on the card.

The woman smiled slightly. "Sort of." And then nodded to the cars outside. "Don't have many people staying here?"

Hiro shrugged as he handed her back the card. "Not one of the best neighborhoods, but I get enough business to get by. All right, you'll be in room 119." And handed her the key. "Enjoy your stay."

"Thank you," said the woman, accepting the key, and turned to go, just as the Winchesters walked past, heading for the Impala. "No way…" and bolted out the door, surprising Hiro; deciding to see what was going on, he called to one of his sons to watch the desk, and hurried outside.

"Jo! What're you doin' here?!" Dean exclaimed upon seeing Jo Hartville of all people.

"I take it that you know this young lady, Dean?" Hiro asked, bemused and curious.

Both Sam and Liz chuckled as Dean flushed. "Hiro Connor, this is Jo Hartville, she's a fellow hunter and her mom owns a roadhouse back in Nebraska that a lot of hunters spend time at between hunts," he said as an introduction. "Jo, this is Hiro Connor, and he called us to help figure out what's going on around this neighborhood."

"You mean the killings and the killers claiming that they were ordered to do it by an angel?" Jo asked, surprising them. "Yeah, Ash called me up just as I was finishing an hunt in upstate New York, and I decided it was worth a look…honestly, I think it's a spirit stirring up trouble."

Liz chuckled at the expressions on her brothers' faces. "We were about to head out and check the house of Carl Gully, who was the most recent victim…want to come along?"

Jo smiled. "Sure."

A/N: Surprise! R&R everyone!