I'm sorry, mea culpa; I suck beyond the telling of it. I hurt my wrist and it really hurts to type, so I got a voice recognition program on my puter, but it's hard to train so this was really slow going. But…The thing can be taught. I taught it all the bad Dean swear words and it knows the words Cas and assbutt, so I consider this progress… Anywho here's the next chappy. Short I know, but the next one is a doozy so…

Dean sat poised at the side door of the sanctuary, checking his watch every so often. He was trying to get his head in the game, but that damn priest at his thoughts running rampant.

He wasn't physically attracted to him, because he'd never been attracted to a guy before, not that he couldn't see a good looking face when he wanted to. The guy was nice looking for sure, okay and if we're being honest about it the man was smoking hot. But that doesn't explain why Deans acting like this, like some Bieber fangirl complete with heart flutters and school girl blushing, it must be something else.

Dean knew it wasn't the physicality of it because he had been behaving like some blushing bride before the man had ever touched him.

Dean thought about the whole encounter from start to finish, and then it hit him. When the priest had looked at him so knowing, like this man you everything about him from the minute he was born up into the present. Everything you've ever done passed through the man eyes. All the things he was proud of, all the things he was ashamed of, and worst of all the things he hated himself for. Like hell, but there was no way that you never have knowledge about that. Dean made sure no one knew about that, not even Sammy knew about his sadistic time in hell. Dean could barely handle the memories himself. Waking up in a cold sweat some poor victims face screaming in horror seared into his mind.

His stomach would clinch, and sometimes he'd barely reach the bathroom before heaving up all the alcohol he had consumed to pass out in the first place.

He had tried to hide it from Sam, but Gabriel could see through it like a piece of cellophane.

"Cut the bullshit kiddo, you're not fooling me." Gabe said softly leaning against the bathroom wall as dean once again wretch helplessly.

"I know you're dreaming about hell Dean." The angel confirmed. "you can lie to yourself, and you can lie to Sammy, but you can't lie to me."

Dean shakily stood up wiping the back of his hand across to his mouth "So?" Dean said.

"You've figuring this out was bound to happen." Dean said grabbing a white roughly woven towel and wiping the face. Wiping his face and then turning and shoving with finger into Gabriel's face.

"But Sam will know nothing of this, Gabe I mean it."

And while dean is pretty sure that Gabriel is completely against him keeping it from his little brother he reluctantly agree. So he never told Sam. Because he couldn't stand it. Couldn't stand the look of disappointment in his younger brother's eyes.

Dean's phone sound softly alerting him to the fact it was time for the ambush.

In true hunter style, dean kicked the door open. He saw the main door kicked open in the same manner at the same time. He pointed his double barrel shotgun towards the altar, where Ruby should have been. The brunette was there right where Gabe said she would be, but the Winchesters both froze at the site before them.

A slender built man had her feet dangling off the floor. Ruby's throat was slit with her own demon killing knife. Blood pooled at her feet.

When the man turned around, still gripping the demons neck Dean staggered back. The hunter's face drained of all its color when he was met with familiar piercing blue eyes.

"Be with you in just a minute gentleman." He growled out squeezing the rest of the life out of the demon. He dropped her unceremoniously in her own blood.

The man no longer sported the get up of a priest, now he was clad in black slacks a red satin button down opened at the collar and a black leather trench coat. His hair was long, long enough to pull back. And while the smallest part of Dean's mind was screaming SEX INCARNATE, that other part of his brain was warning of caution. This one was dangerous.

Dean watched, still gaping as his brother came from behind the man to knock him out with the butt of his gun, but just as Sam was about to bring the weapon crashing down, the man (who was most assuredly not a priest) turned grabbing the gun in one hand and placing two finger to the youngest Winchester's head to knocked him out. Placing him gently on the floor he looked up at Dean with a smirk.

"We need to talk Dean. Alone."

There you go…what is happening with the priest? Is Sammy gonna be okay…Tune in next week okay like 2 days from now for the answer! Read and review please?