Chapter 35 - House of the Holy
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Dean has been getting on my nerves since Sam left to go ask some questions for a case. I've been trying to concentrate on my homework, but I only hear Dean's loud music on my mp3, which he didn't ask, he only took, and his bed vibrating. He's been doing that for I don't know how long, but he used all his change and I had to give mine to him so he could shut up.
The door opens revealing Sam entering the room. I sigh in relieve glancing at him with pleading eyes.
"Hey" he greeted me.
"Save me" I said pointing at our older brother.
Sam rolls his eyes and walks to Dean's bed and smacks his boot.
"Hey!" He raised his voice.
"Hey" Dean sits up taking off the earphones "man, you gotta try this. I mean there really is magic in the Magic Fingers".
"Dean, you're enjoying that way too much" Sam told him "it's kind of making me uncomfortable".
"Imagine for me, I've been the one stuck with him all this time" I whined.
"What am I supposed to do?" Dean asked glancing from me to Sam "I mean, you've got me on lockdown here, I'm bored out of my skull".
"Hey, you were the bank robber on the eleven o'clock news, not me. We can't risk you just walking into a government facility".
"Hmmm" Dean simply hummed.
Sam gets in the bathroom and I return my attention to my math work. I make myself comfortable leaning on the head of the bed placing the laptop on my knees.
"Aw… dammit!" Dean suddenly exclaims making me sigh discourage "that was my last quarter. Hey! You got any quarters?"
"I gave you all mine, remember?" I told him "or maybe the magic fingers took your brain".
"Very funny" Dean roll his eyes and walks to the doorframe of the bathroom where Sam is "you got some?"
"No!" Sam shouts also annoyed.
"So, did you get in to see that crazy hooker?" Dean asked.
"Yeah. Gloria Stinick. And I'm not so sure she's crazy".
"But she seriously believes that was… touched by an angel?"
"Yeah" Sam nodded "blinding light, feelings of spiritual ecstasy, the works. I mean, she's living in a locked ward and she's totally at peace".
"Oh yeah, you're right, sounds completely sane. What about the dude she stabbed?"
"Uh, Carl Gully. She said she killed him because he was evil".
"Was he?"
"I don't know" Sam shrugged "I mean, I couldn't find any dirt on him. I mean, he didn't have a criminal record, he worked at the campus library, had lots of friends. He was a churchgoer".
"Hm, so then Gloria's just your standard-issue wacko. I mean" he sighs kind of surprised "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. Little odd, don't ya think?"
"Angles doesn't make sense, Sam" I said.
"Why not?" Sam asked me.
"Because they don't exist".
"Alex, there's ten times as much lore about angels as there is about anything else we've ever hunted".
"Yeah, but I've heard a lot about unicorns too and magical forest, and elves" I pointed out.
"In fact, I hear that they, they ride on silver moon beans, and they shoot rainbows out of their ass" Dean added.
Sam sits on the corner of the bed I am sitting looking devastated "wait, there's no such thing as unicorns?"
I scoff roiling my eyes.
"That's cute" Dean mocked "I'm just saying, man, there's just some legends that you just, you file under 'bullcrap'".
"And you've got angels on the bullcrap list".
"Yep" Dean nodded.
"Why?"
"Because I've never seen one".
"So what?"
"Well, we've never faced one before" I shrugged answering for Dean who nods "I see what I believe".
"Come on, Alex! You and I both have seen things that most of people couldn't even dream about".
"Exactly" I sighed closing my laptop "with our eyes. We had proof that they existed".
"Also, 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? 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 killings these randoms" Deans said.
"Maybe" Sam shrugged.
"Can we just" Dean pauses "I'm going stir-crazy man. Hey, let's go by Gloria's apartment, huh?"
"I was just there" Sam informed us "nothing. Now sulfur, no EMF…"
"You didn't see any fluffy white wing feathers?" Dean joked.
Sam sighs ignoring his statement "but Gloria did say the angel gave her a sign, right beside Carl Gully's a doorway".
"Could be something at his house. It's worth checking out".
I slip on my black combat boats and green army jacket and follow my brothers out of the motel. Finally, out of there, like Dean, I was going crazy in there.
I wonder what this case really is, angels is kind of weird, but I remember Pastor Jim's words once.
"If demons exist, why not angles? You know Lucifer was once an angel sent to hell".
It could make sense if we think about it, but if they do exist, what in hell do they do in this world? Looking at people suffering with popcorn and joking with God how this guy died? This is ridiculous.
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Dean pulls up in front of Carl Gully's house. I follow them up the stairs on the porch.
"Oh hey, Sam" Dean points an angel figure "I think I found it. It's a sign from above".
Sam and I ignore him, again. We really need to take this one out, keeping him in a motel room makes him act like a smart ass.
"Well, I think I learned a valuable lesson" Dean said "always take down your Christmas decorations after New Year's, or you might get filleted by a hooker from God. Ha".
"I'm laughing on the inside" Sam said with a monotone voice and walks to the back of the house.
I follow him closely through a gate to find a wooden storm cellar, and it really looks to catch Sam's attention.
"You know, Gloria said the guy was guilty to his deepest foundations".
"You think she meant the foundations?" I asked.
"I don't know".
He opens the door and let Dean and I in.
We go down the steps, Sam and Dean flashing the path. I should think of carrying a flashlight too.
"Hm" Dean hums.
I walk around close to Sam and spot some scratches on the wall right above the ground. I bent in front of it to take a closer look.
"Sam, Dean" I called out.
"You got something?" Dean asks me.
I start digging in the wall and pull out… oh, gross.
"What is it?" Dean asked gesturing the thing I have in my hands.
"It's a fingernail" I said disgusted.
Dean grabs two shovels from the wall and I let them dig.
Turns out to be a pile of bones and skeletons. Damn, this guy wasn't the best man ever, he was bad after all.
"So much for the innocent churchgoing librarian" Sam said.
"Yeah, well, whatever spoke to Gloria about this knew what it was talking about, I'll give you that".
"Well, if it isn't an angel, what could it be?" I asked.
"That's what we have to figure out".
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"You sure you don't have lost quarters somewhere?" Dean asked me for the million time.
I close my eyes containing myself to not jump on him. He is so annoying with his magical bed, it's scary.
"No, Dean. Even if I had some I wouldn't give them to you".
Dean rolls his eyes and continue listening to the police radio.
Sam enters the room, finally, he can save me, again from our weird older brother.
"D'you bring any quarters?" Dean asked him after a sad glance to the controller.
"Dude! I'm not enabling your sick habit" Sam throws Dean his sandwich and gives me mine "you're like one of those lab rats that pushes the pleasure button instead of the food button until it dies".
"What are you talking about? I eat. And I got news".
"Me too".
"All right, you go first".
"Three students have disappeared off the college campus in the last year" Sam informed us "all of them were last seen at the library".
"Where Carl Gully worked" I stated.
"Yep".
"Sick bastard" Dean said disgusted.
"So Gloria's angel-"
"Angel?" Dean cut him off.
"Okay. Whatever that thing is…" Sam corrected himself sighing.
"Okay, well, whatever it is, it's struck again".
"What?"
"The police radio Dean was listening to, this guy Zach Smith, local drunk went up to a stranger's front door last night and stabbed him right in the heart".
"And then I'm guessing he went to the police and confessed?"
"Yeah. Angel, again" I hand him a book I have to read for school "I got the victims address".
Sam takes the book and frowns with a surprised look on his face.
"Wow, did a good work kiddo".
"Thanks" I smiled proud of myself.
"Weren't you doing homework?" Dean asked with a frown too, but not the one I like.
"Oh, uh, I got distracted" I said with an awkward smile.
Dean nods not happy "come geeks, let's just go".
"Hey!" I exclaimed "I'm not geek, I'm simply… I want to solve the case".
"Yeah, then, come on hunter".
I smile at the nickname, I like it, this one is way better.
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Sam gives me a boost over the fence of the victim's house and we sneak inside the window. I start searching through some drawers in the office while Dean goes in the other rooms and Sam sits at the computer.
After a few minutes, Dean comes back in the room.
"Find anything?" Sam asked.
"Well, Frank liked his catalog shopping, but that's about all I got" Dean looks at me "what about you"
"Nada".
"Not much here" Sam said "except he's got this one locked file on his computer, I can't… hold on" he types in something and grins "not anymore. God".
He suddenly looks disgust as he looks through the file.
"What?" Dean asked him.
"Well, he's got all these emails. Dozens, to this lady named Jennifer" he pauses grimacing "this lady who's thirteen years old".
"Oh, I don't want to hear this".
"This, this is so, so disgusting" I agreed with Dean.
"Looks like they met in a chat room. These emails are pretty personal, Dean. Look at that. Setting up a time and place to meet".
"Great" Dean muttered.
"They were supposed to meet today".
"Huh. Well, I guess if you're gonna stab someone, good timing" Dean said "I don't know man, this is weird, you now? I mean, sure, some spirits are out for vengeance, but this one's almost like a do-gooder, you know? Like, like a-"
"Avenging angel?" Sam cut him off "well how else do you explain it, Dean? Three guys, not connected to each other, all stabbed through the heart? At least two were world-class pervs, and I bet if you dug deep enough on the other guy-"
I ignore them and start looking around again and find something.
"Hey" I called them both.
"What?" Sam asked me.
"You said Carl Gully was a churchgoer, right?"
"Yeah?"
"What was the name of the church?"
"Uh… Our Lady of the Angels?"
I hold up a church flier "same name as the other victims".
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We enter the church, it's been so long since I haven't been in a church. Well, I don't know why I would go anyway, I don't have faith. I don't believe in all of the God crap, it would be too beautiful to be true.
"So, you're interested in joining the parish?" Father Reynolds asked us.
"Yeah" Dean agreed "well, you know, we just don't feel right unless we hit the church every Sunday".
"Where'd you say you lived before?"
Sam and I both look at Dean.
"Fremont, Texas" Dean answered.
"Really? That's a nice town. St. Teresa's parish, you must know the priest there".
"Sure, yeah, no it's uh, Father O'Malley".
"Hmmm" the father frowns "I know a Father Shaughnessy".
"Shaughnessy, exactly. What'd I say?" Dean played innocent boy.
"You know, we're just happy we're just happy to be here now, Father" Sam interrupted the conversation.
"And we're happy to have you, we could use some young blood around here".
Use? What does that mean use? I don't like the word in that sentence.
"Hey, listen, I gotta ask, no offence, but uh, the neighborhood?"
"Well, it's gone to send a little, there's no denying that, but that's why what the church does here is so important. Like I always say, you can expect a miracle, but in the meantime you work your butt off".
"Huh. Yeah, we heard about the murders".
"Yes. The victims were parishioners of mine" he sighed "I'd known them for years".
"And the killers said an angel made them do that?" Sam asked.
"Yes" he confirmed "misguided souls, to think that God's messenger would appear and incite people to murder. It's tragic".
"So you don't believe in those angel yarns, huh?" Dean questioned him.
"Oh, no, I absolutely believe. Kind of goes with the job description".
I stare at a painting on the wall and glance back at the Father.
"That's Michael right?" I asked.
"Yes, that's right the-"
"Archangel Michael. And I guess that's the flaming sword. The fighter of demons. Holy force against evil".
"Yes" Father Reynolds looks at me surprised, so does my brothers "you know a lot".
"Yeah, someone told me the story when I was a kid" I said thinking of Pastor Jim "they're not really the Hallmark version everybody thinks huh? They're fierce, vigilant?"
"Well, I like to think of them as more loving than wrathful. But, yes, a lot of Scripture paints angels as God's warriors. 'And angel of the Lord appeared to them, the glory of the Lord shone down upon them, and they were terrified' Luke. Two nine".
I stare once again at the painting. What if Sam is right and it is an angel. They are warriors of heaven, so killing isn't a problem for them I guess, but doesn't God punish people by sending people to hell once they die? And what about the second chance crap? It doesn't make sense.
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"Well, thank you for speaking with us, Father" Sam thanked him once we got out the church.
"Oh, it's my pleasure" he smiled "hope to see you again".
"Hey, Father, what's, what is all that for?" Dean asked gesturing a tribute of item at the bottom of the steps.
"Oh, that's for Father Gregory. He was a priest here".
"Was?" I frowned.
"He passed away right on these steps. He's interred in the church crypt".
Who would kill a priest? They are good, I mean, I'm sure they wouldn't kill a fly because it has a soul.
"When did this happen?" Dean questioned.
"Two months ago. He was shot for his car keys".
"I'm sorry" Sam empathised.
"Yeah, me too. He was a good friend. I didn't even have time to administer his last rites. But like I said, it's a tough neighborhood. Ever since he died I've been praying my heart out".
"For what?"
"For deliverance. From the violence and the bloodshed around here. We could use a little divine intervention, I s'pose".
I could use some too, you know to kill a certain demon who has bad intention over our family and killed a lot of innocent people, but I guess God doesn't care about him.
"Well, Padre, that. We'll see you again" Dean smiled politely.
"Well, it's all starting to make sense" Dean said "devoted priest dies a violent death? That's vengeful spirit material right there. And he knew all the other stiffs because they went to church here, in fact I'm willing to bet that because he was their priest, he knew things about them that nobody else knew".
"But if the perv dude told the priest he was taking to a thirteen years old girl on internet and planning to… do bad things to her. Wouldn't the priest like tell the police or something?" I asked.
"They aren't aloud, Alex" Sam told me "it's a secret policy thing".
"This is stupid" I frowned crossing my arms.
So next time I go to church I'll be able to say to the priest with the knife in my hand: Hey! I killed a guy because he didn't want to give me his money! Is it awesome? Now, can God forgive me of my sins Father?
"Father Reynold started praying for God's help about two months ago, right?" Sam stated "right about the time all this started happening?"
"Aw, come on, man, what's your deal?" Dean asked him
"What do you mean?"
"Look, I'll admit I'm a bit of a skeptic, but since when are you all Mr., uh, 700 club? No, seriously. From the git-to you've been willing to buy this angel crap, man. I mean, what's next, are you going to start praying every day?"
"I do" Sam silently admitted.
"What?" Dean and I exclaimed at the same time looking at him.
"I do pray every day. I have for a long time".
Dean looks at him impressed, so do I. I never knew he does that. I mean, I've prayed once. On November second when I was like four. Sam explained me that Mom was now an angel and that she was watching over us and that Dad was drinking like that because he was sad. I was so down seeing my father half-passed out on the couch with a bottle of grown up juice in one hand. I decided to pray, I was remembering Pastor Jim talking to me about talking to God who was in heaven. I decided to ask him one thing. Make my family better, and he never did, we are as fucked up as we were.
"The things you learn about a guy" Dean said startled "huh. Well, come on, let's go check out Father Gregory's grave" he looks at me "also you, I didn't know you knew so much about religion".
"Well, I have school and also Pastor Jim used to tell me some stories about the God and everything. And he told me that one, I like it, even though I don't believe in it".
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My brothers and I are in this maze which we call a crypt. It's so big, there is so many angel figurines and stones. I follow Dean in a room looking around the place, but I can't see Father Gregory's grave.
"Where's Sam?" I asked.
He was right behind me and now he's not.
"Wait here" Dean told me going back on our steps "Sam, come on, get the lead out".
I see him starting running and exclaims "Sammy? Sammy! Hey!"
I rush towards them where Sam is on the ground and starts to wake up, like someone just knocked him out.
"Sam?" I asked crouching beside him.
Dean helps Sam sit up "you okay?" Dean asked.
"Yeah. Yeah" Sam answered but looks speechless "I'm okay".
"Come on".
Dean pulls Sam up on his feet's and guides him into the sanctuary me following closely behind. I shut the door and join my brothers on a bench.
"You saw it didn't you?" Dean asked but Sam doesn't answer "didn't you?"
"Yeah. Yeah. Dean, I saw an angel".
I frown, he saw an angel? This is a bad jock, right?
"You…" Dean takes out his flask opening it and hands it to Sam "all right. Here".
"I don't want a drink".
Dean shrugs and takes a drink "so. What makes you think you saw a, uh, angel?"
"It's just, it appeared before me, and I just, this feeling washed over me, you know? Like, like peace. Like grace".
"Okay, Ecstasy Boy, maybe we'll get you some glow sticks and a nice Dr. Seuss hat, huh?"
"Dean, I'm serious. It spoke to me, it knew who I was".
"It could be a spirit" I suggested "they are able to read people's mind".
Dean sighs sitting down next to Sam "okay, let me guess. You were personally chosen to smite some sinner. You've just got to wait for some diving bat signal, is that it?"
"Yeah, actually".
"Great. I don't suppose you asked what this alleged bad guy did?"
"Actually I did, Dean. And the angel told me. He hasn't done anything. Yet. But he will".
"Come on, Sam. It's crazy" I told him.
Dean gets up sighing and starts pacing in front of me.
"Dean, Alex, the angel hasn't been wrong yet! Someone's going to do something awful, and I can stop it!"
"You know" Dean stated "you're supposed to be bad too, maybe, maybe I should just stop you right now".
What?
"You know what, Dean? I don't understand" Why can't you even consider the possibility?"
"What, that this is an angel?"
"Yes!" Sam exclaimed "maybe we're hunting an angel here, and we should stop! Maybe this is God's will!"
"Okay, all right. You know what? I get it. You've got faith. That's… hey, good for you. I'm sure it makes things easier" he sits beside him and I do too "I'll tell you who else had faith like that, Mom. She used to tell me when she tucked me in that angels were watching over us In fact, that was the last thing she ever said to me".
I think my heart just stopped beating right there. Holy shit. This is bigger than just not having faith, this is about Mom, and Mom isn't a small subject.
"I know" Sam whispered looking down sadly.
"She was wrong. There was nothing protecting her. There's no higher power, there's no God. I mean, there's just chaos, and violence, and random unpredictable evil that comes out of nowhere and rips you to shreds. You want me to believe in this stuff? I'm going to need to see some hard proof you got any?" Deep silence so he continues "well I do. Proof that we're dealing with a spirit".
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I crouch in front of Father Gregory's tombstone which is covered of creeping vines.
"That looks like-"
"It's wormwood" I cut Sam off and Dean before he could talk "a plant associated with the dead, specifically the ones who aren't at rest. It's only growing to his tombstone. I'm sure it's him".
"Maybe" Sam shrugged.
"Maybe?" Dean repeated.
"Dean, I don't know what to think".
"Okay. You want some more proof? I'll give you more proof"
"How?" Sam asked.
"We'll summon Gregory's spirit".
"Here?!" I exclaimed "Dean we are in a church".
"Yeah" Dean nodded "we just need a few odds and ends, and that, uh, séance ritual in Dad's journal".
"Oh, a séance, great" Sam rolls his eyes "hop Whoopi's available".
"That's not funny, actually. Seriously. If Father Gregory's spirit is around, a séance will bring him right to us. If it's him, then we'll put him to rest".
"But if it's an angel, it won't show. Nothing'll happen".
"Exactly" Dean confirmed the plan "that's one of the perks of the job, Sam: we don't have to operate on faith. We can know for sure. Don't wanna know for sure?"
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I laugh as we get out the grocery store, God, sometimes my brothers can be some idiots.
"Dude" Sam laughed "I'll admit we've gone pretty ghetto with spell work before, but this takes the cake. I mean, a SpongeBob placemat instead of an altar cloth?"
"We'll just put it SpongeBob side down".
"Stop it" I hit him on his harm "SpongeBob is amazing!"
All the three of us laugh until Sam stops on his tracks looking shocked.
"Dean, Alex, that's it".
"What?" Dean asked him.
"That's the sign!"
"Where?" I questioned.
"Right there, right behind that guy! That's him, Dean. And we have to stop him".
Sam points us a guy carrying flowers. What? If he is to hurt someone, why would he bring flowers with him?
Sam starts to go after him, but Dean quickly stops him.
"Wait a minute" he said putting a hand on Sam's chest.
"What are you doing? Let me go".
"You're not going to kill somebody because a ghost told you to, are you insane?"
"Dean, I'm not insane, I'm not going to kill him. I'm going to stop him".
"How are you going to 'stop' him?" I asked him "I'm with Dean on this one, Sam".
"Guys, please, he's going to hurt someone, you know it".
"All right" Dean sighed defeated "come on".
The man Sam says is the bad guy gets in his car and starts driving away. I can't believe Dean just gave up on this one.
Dean and I get in the Impala, and just as Sam goes to get in, the door is looked.
"Dean unlock my door".
"You're not killing anyone, Sam. We got this guy, you go do the séance".
"Dean!" Sam exclaimed as we pulled away.
I climb over the seat to sit next to Dean, wow, I can't believe he actually did this, I actually fell for it.
"Dean, what are we going to do with this guy?" I asked.
"We only have to keep close of him, to be sure he doesn't do anything bad".
"Yeah" I sighed.
We follow the guy's until he pulls up at the side of the car and gives the flowers to a girl and they get back in the car. So, it's probably a date going to go wrong?
The guy drives around until we lose sight of him, shit.
"You see him?" Dean asked me.
"No" I shake my head looking around.
"Dammit!"
I look around and see a glimpse of the car "Dean, there!"
Dean makes a U-turn and drives in an alley where I can see in the car the guy and the girl, and the girl is trying to get away.
"I got the guy, get the girl" Dean planned getting out the car.
I run to the passenger seat trying to open the door but it's locked. Dean simply shatters the window and hits the man on the steering wheel giving the chance to the girl to unlock her door. So I quickly help her out of there.
"Are you okay?" I asked her.
"Thank God" she cried as she takes me in her arms.
I froze surprised, that wasn't expected.
"Are you okay?" Dean asked joining us in a hurry.
I nod putting a hand awkwardly on the girls back. Suddenly, the bad guy drives off in his car.
"Dammit!" Dean yelled "Alex, call 9-1-1!"
I don't even have time to answer he is in the car and drives off.
I pull away gently from the girl and help her sit on the sidewalk, now I have to call the cops, but I don't know if they'll recognize me or something because of this bank thing.
I grab my cell and compose.
"Hello, 9-1-1, what is your emergency?"
"Um, we need someone a girl almost got aggressed".
"Okay, where are you?"
"Uh…."
I look around, but I can't see any signs, it's way too dark to see.
"Okay, we'll be able to trace the call, it won't be too long, what's your name?"
"Okay, thanks" I hang up ignoring her question.
I crouch in front the girl and look at her face filled up with tears.
"The police is on it's way" I told her "and I need to go, you'll be alright?"
"Thank you, thank you so much" she cried.
I smile at her sadly and start a run towards the way Dean went. I hope they didn't go far.
I force myself to go faster on the street as I spot the guy's car crashed in a truck carrying some pipes. The Impala is right behind.
As I reach the car, I freeze at the sight one of the pipes smashed in the car of the guy, holy shit, he must be dead.
"Alex!" I hear Dean yell at me coming towards.
"What the hell happened, Dean?"
"The guy just crashed, come on" he guides me to the car "let's go back to the motel".
We get in the Impala and Dean drives away from the scene. This is crazy, we weren't the one that killed him, but this is a big coincidence how this happened, it's almost weird.
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The second we get in the motel room, I jump in the bed not bothering to take off my jacket or my boots. I'm so tired, not only for sleep, but this case gave me this master headache and master feelings, everything together just makes me want to crash and sleep for hours.
"How was your day?" Dean asked Sam.
"You were right" Sam quietly said sadly "it wasn't an angel. It was Gregory".
I sit on the bed and glance at Sam, he looks devastated.
Dean takes out his flask taking a swig and offers it to Sam who accepts this time.
"I don't know, Dean, I just, uh…" He sits beside me "I wanted to believe… so badly, ah… it's so damn hard to do this, what we do. You're all alone, you know? And… there's so much evil out there in the world, Dean, I feel like I could drown in it. And when I think about my destiny, when I think about what I could do and how I could end up…"
Dean sighs and sits beside us on the bed "yeah, well, don't worry about that. All right? I'm watching out for you. Both of you".
"Yeah, I know you are. But you're just one person, Dean. And I needed to think that there was something else, watching too, you know? Some higher power. Some greater good. And that maybe…"
Sam doesn't say anything looking at the ground sadly "maybe what?" I encouraged him.
"Maybe I could be saved" he laughs nervously "but, uh, you know, that just clouded my judgement, and you're right. I mean, we've gotta go with what we know, with what we can see, with what's right there in front of our own two eyes".
"Yeah, well, it's funny you say that" Dean said.
"Why?" Sam and I asked.
"Gregory's spirit gave you some pretty good information. That guy in the car was bad news. I barely got there in time".
"What happened?"
"He's dead".
"Did…" Sam looks at me than Dean "you?"
"No" Dean shakes his head "but I'll tell you one thing. If… the way he died, if I hadn't seen it with my own two eyes, I never would have believed it. I mean… I don't know what to call it".
"What? Dean, what did you see?"
"Maybe… God's will".
I get up grabbing my bag and enter in the bathroom without giving a single look to my brothers. This is so fucked up, I mean if angels were real and they help people, why don't they help us? We gave all our lives in this freaking job saving other people and no one has asked us to do this! We've nearly all died, we've lost our parents… and we don't get a little help or anything?
I wish they could be real.