Author's note: These fics are based on real episodes of Supernatural. The characters and plots belong to the creator and writers for the show. If you would like background on the new character you can read the previous episodes.

Houses of the Holy

Kayla closed the dresser drawer as Sam came out of the bathroom, pulling a white scrub shirt over his t-shirt. She smiled to him.

"Aw Sam, you look cute in scrubs." She was going to use the term hot, but she didn't want to make Dean nervous.

Dean rolled his eyes at his brother's sheepish smile. "Yeah Casanova, get in there and bag you a stripper."

"Hooker."

"Whatever."

"Ok, Kayla, seriously." Sam looked at her.

"I won't let him leave, you have my word." Kayla was being put on babysitting duty.

"Are you sure? Don't let him talk you into it."

"Hey, if he gets out of hand, I'll cuff him."

"To the bed?" Dean chimed in hopefully.

"Stop there." Sam grabbed his wallet. "I'm going."

Dean grinned at her as Sam walked out. "Let's find out if the Magic Fingers really have any magic." He reached over and dropped a couple quarters into the stand beside the bed. The bed began to vibrate. "Oh yeah."

Kayla laughed quietly. "You know, for someone who thinks he so slick, you're kind of a dork sometimes."

When Sam came back that afternoon, Dean was laying on the "Magic Fingers" bed, while Kayla sit on the other bed looking through the folder on this job. This was the second murder in town where the perpetrator has said an angel of God told them to do it.

"Guys."

Kayla looked up. "Hey, how'd it go?"

"I don't know if she's…Dean." Sam tried to get his attention.

"Headphones."

Sam stepped over and hit his foot. "Dude."

He jumped and opened his eyes. When he saw Sam he took off his headphones. "Oh hey man." He sat up, as he did the bed stopped vibrating. "Damn, that was my last quarter."

Kayla shrugged. "You bled me dry."

Dean turned to Sam. "You got any quarters?"

Sam rolled his eyes. "No."

The story he got from the ex-hooker was that she had been visited by an angel of God, who told her that she was to kill a man that was guilty down to his very soul. When she got the sign she was waiting for, she stabbed the man in the chest no questions asked. She didn't know what the man had done, or his name for that matter. All she knew is that God wanted him destroyed, and she obeyed.

Dean was done with this job before Sam was even finished. Angels? Please. "At least we know this chick is just a nut job. There's no such thing as angels."

Sam and Kayla both stopped to look at him. Sam spoke first. "Dean, there's ten times more lore on angels than on anything else we've hunted."

"Yeah? Well there's a ton of lore on unicorns too. In fact, I hear that they ride on silver moonbeams and shoot rainbows out of their ass."

Sam got a devastated look on his face and slowly sat on the bed. "Wait, there's no such thing as unicorns?"

"That's cute. I'm just saying that there are some legends that you file under bull crap."

Kayla shifted on the bed. "Why would you completely discredit the idea of angels, of all things?"

Great. "Don't tell me you believe in angels."

She shrugged, a little apprehensive about the subject. "So?"

"Ah Christ. Not Christ, you know what I mean. You two are way off on this, you'll see. There's nothing holy going on here."