The supplies were easy enough to find at the local grocery store, though they had to make some substitutions. Not everyone had the total séance shopping list in stock. Kayla swung one of the bags absently at her side as they walked out.
"All I'm saying is that we were gonna buy a placemat instead of an alter cloth, we could have gone Hello Kitty instead of Spongebob."
Dean smirked. "I think Spongebob will be more appealing to Father Gregory. He's more 'now'. You know?"
Sam stopped on the curb and stared at a man on the corner. He wasn't anyone special; just stood there with a grocery bag. "That's it, that's the sign." Through the darkness a bright light illuminated the man.
"What?" Dean looked, he didn't see anything but the guy.
"You can't see it? That's him, that's the guy."
Sam started towards him but Dean grabbed him back. "You can't just go kill someone because a ghost told you to, are you insane?"
"I'm not going to kill him, I'm going to stop him. Dean he could hurt someone, you know that."
Dean nodded a little. "You know you're right. But you're not killing anyone. I'll follow the guy."
"Dean."
"Not an option. Kayla, stay with him and make sure he does the séance." He got in the car.
"But…" He drove off. "Why do I always have to be the babysitter? What did you guys do before I was here?"
"Well obviously we were hopelessly lost." He smiled to hide his frustration with Dean. "Let's get this over with so someone can be right today."
Sam wanted to be right about this so badly; he needed to be right about this. He needed some kind of sign that they weren't ridding the world of evil for nothing. There had to be a higher power, there had to be a greater good. What else are they fighting for?
Kayla helped him set up for the séance. She skillfully laid everything in its place and lit the candles as he began the incantation; her Latin was a little rusty at best. Sam read through the pages like they were written in basic English.
"This isn't going to change anything you know."
Sam stopped and looked at her.
"Just in case, if this really is Father Gregory just lost and confused. It doesn't change the fact that God exists."
He wished it would have comforted him more than it did. This may not shake her faith like it was going to shake his. Sam looked over his shoulder as Father Reynolds walked in. Crap.
Kayla stood quickly. "Father Reynolds. Um, I can explain."
Sam looked at her, she claimed it.
"See, um, this is for Father Gregory."
"This is a house of God." Father Reynolds accused. "You two come with me."
As they turned to walk out, a bright light appeared in front of the tombstone of Father Gregory. Sam's face dropped, along with his spirits. So much for faith.
Father Reynolds stared. "Is that an angel?"
"No." Sam stated flatly. "It's just Father Gregory."
The light faded and there stood Father Gregory, in all his non-angel, un-restful spirit glory. Damn. He smiled softly at them.
"Thomas."
"I've come in answer to your prayers." He said to Father Reynolds before turning to Sam. "Sam, I thought I sent you on your path. You should hurry."
Kayla swallowed. "Father Gregory you're not an angel. You're just a man, a spirit."
"I was a man, now I'm an angel."
"Thomas no." Father Reynolds said to him softly. "Men can't be angels."