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Chapter 35: Houses of the Holy Part 2

We had stopped at a mini part to pick up some candy and energy/granola bars. While Sam was in the soda aisle, aimlessly picking and choosing through Pepsi and Red Bull, Dean and I snuck over to the medicine aisle.

"Don't they usually keep those things here?" Dean asked me, tugging on my hand as he switched from side to side to look through the variety of cough and cold meds.

I shrugged. "I don't know, I've never looked for one before." I answered him quietly, glancing at the aisle further down from us.

There was a little girl with her mother. They were holding hands and every minute the mother would stop to look at something on the shelves the little girl would grab something on the opposite shelf and plop it in the cart. I think the mother knew she was doing it, because every time she heard the plop of something in the cart she'd smile and look at her daughter, who giggled.

I felt Dean come up behind me and wrap his arms around my waist and then kiss the back of my head. "Come on," He said pulling me gently back. "Let's look down here."

I nodded and turned to follow him, hearing the little girl giggle one more time. It made me wonder, if I had a little girl at all, what she would look like. Would she have striking blue eyes that reminded you of the hottest center of a flame? Or would Dean's greenish hazel sparkle through? Would she have a combination of both; something that reminded you of palm trees touching the deepest and brightest ocean? Would her hair be long and flowing like Mary's; blonde like the sun licking through our motel room windows in the morning. Or would she have more of a dark brown, like my mothers and mine? A dark chocolate that reminded you of Hershey's syrup.

"Dean…you do know we're in the toothpaste aisle now, right?"

Dean groaned, turning around and looking down another aisle. "Yeah, I'm aware Andy thanks."

"Don't get all PMS on me." I poked him in his ribs and he smiled, taking the hand that did it and kissed it. "I was just merely pointing out that a pregnancy test wouldn't be located with things you brush your teeth with."

Dean scrunched his nose and saw a lady down the aisle putting things away. We approached her and I leaned against Dean's arm. "Excuse me," Dean asked politely and cleared his throat as the old lady looked at him. She looked old enough to be my great, great grandmother and it made me wonder why she was still working. Shouldn't she be at home, in her nice cozy and warm bed with her three grandchildren coming over to take care of her? She stopped putting toothpaste away and gave us a smile as she looked at us.

"Yes, dear?" She asked Dean.

"Do you know where the pregnancy tests are?" Dean asked, looking uncomfortable as he asked. I smiled against his arm and left a kiss as I pulled away.

"Afraid you're not late, young man?" She wisecracked and Dean's eyes went wide.

I snorted and Dean glared at me. I shrugged and asked 'what?' quietly; I thought she was funny. I rolled my eyes as Dean clammed up and refused to say anything anymore.

I nodded at the lady. "Yes, I might be…well, I hope I am."

I could feel Dean smile behind me and he left another small kiss on my head. The lady grinned as well and pointed towards the aisle we were just in. "Check in the medicine aisle dear, right next to the Excedrin." I thanked her and Dean just kind of nodded his head. "You two will make a fine looking baby."

He then looked back and grinned at her as we turned into the other aisle.

"She said we'd make a fine looking baby." Dean said and pointed over his shoulder with a small laugh.

I rolled my eyes but let out a giggle. "I heard her Dean. You know that's only because your semi attractive right?"

Dean came up and wrapped his arms around my waist and leaned in close to whisper in my ear. I laughed as he did it because it was awkward to walk and he almost crashed me into a nearby cart. "It isn't all you, sweetheart." He whispered, letting hot breath tickle my ear. It felt like his voice was pure heat and that somehow my body was going to start dripping with sweat just from that.

"Well…it's mostly me." I said, pulling away and giving him a smile as he threw yet another glare. Come on, anyone within a five mile radius knew Dean Winchester was hot. "You're really pretty Dean." I burst out into a fit of giggles when he gave me this look that made me think I had seven eyes.

He sighed and rubbed a hand over his face. "Please don't call me pretty, ever again. I need to salvage some type of manliness, alright?"

In other words, calling him pretty referred to him as being some type of bitch. "Dean, sweetie, you make my coffee, pick out some of my clothes…"

"That's because I like low cut tops." He interjected, complaining.

I smiled and continued. "You toast my bagels, open doors for me…"

"Chivalry, to me, isn't dead alright?" He crossed his arms over his chest like he was offended and I went closer to him, kissing him on his cheek as I ran over other things from the top of my head.

"You help me in the shower…"

He grinned for that one. "Well, you do ask me to help you with that Loofah." He said almost devilishly and placed his hands on my waist, toying with the waistband of my jeans.

"You take care of me when I'm sick…" I said, now shifting gears and pressing another small meaningful kiss on his cheek. "You save my ass when I'm in over my head…"

Dean gave a slight head nod. "You have a nice ass Andy." I snorted at that and he shrugged, his mouth quirking into a grin.

"You're there when I'm upset…" Dean's face started to dial down into serious when he realized I wasn't making this sound like he was such a bitch anymore. "And you're there to make everything better." He smiled warmly, somewhat touched and brushed a piece of hair away from my face. "And I'm glad you're gonna be there with me when we figure this out." I said, my voice slightly off as I saw where the pregnancy tests were behind him. I couldn't figure out why I hadn't seen them before. There were hundreds of boxes all brightly pink and blue, it made me wonder if they chose those colors on purpose.

He cupped my cheek, pulling my lips against his into a small kiss. I closed my eyes, yet somehow seeing everything at once. Swirls of color and scents, sparks of stars and colliding of thunder. I saw all if it when I kissed him. Things that couldn't be imagined. Angels might not have been real, but Dean was sure as hell God sent. How else would I have gotten through everything my life had thrown at me? I wouldn't dare tell him that though, his ego wouldn't be able to take it and I knew I'd hear about it for weeks.

"Well, I don't have to be in the bathroom when you," He cleared his throat, "do it right?" He scrunched his nose and I rolled my eyes, punching him on the shoulder.

I passed him and looked at the various pink and blue boxes, trying to pick one but faltering in the fact that I couldn't get my hand to move to grab one. "I guess not. But you're coming in when I have to wait for the stick to turn a color."

"You want a digital one?" Dean asked looking over the boxes that had digital readers.

"Who the hell thinks up all these?" I asked frustratingly, becoming slightly overwhelmed. I swear the boxes were glaring and mocking my insecurity. "How does peeing on a fucking stick determine whether you're pregnant or not?"

I tried to walk past Dean and look at tampons, even though both he and I knew we didn't need them and he grabbed my arm, gently pulling me in front of him and into his embrace.

He sighed against my hair and leaned down to kiss my head. "Settle. We're not leaving until you pick one."

"Can't we just close our eyes and grab? Sam won't be preoccupied for much longer."

I felt Dean sigh again, which kind of relaxed me. I loved being against him like that; especially when he was breathing. It was nice to just feel his chest move against me, to know he was there. "We probably have more time than you think. He'll never think we're in this aisle."

"Unless he's in dire need for tampons or Acetaminophen." I wisecracked, butchering the medicine name. Why the hell did they do that anyways? Couldn't they just name them easier things like, 'The cold pill' or 'fever reducer pill'?

"Just take a deep breath for me alright? Of all the things to be stressed out about, this isn't one of them." I took a deep breath and let it out through my nose. "Good girl." I rolled my eyes but smiled all the same. "Now, how bout since you want a girl, we pick one of the pink boxes."

He shifted me over to my right and I looked at the ten or fifteen different pink boxes. Okay, ten was better than a hundred. I could deal with this. "Do you have a preference?" I asked him, picking up a box and looking at the back.

"Of the box? I don't care babe."

"No, whether you would want a girl or boy."

Dean shrugged and let his lips graze over the right side of my face, planting a small kiss on my cheekbone. "Anything, as long as it's with you."

"So if I somehow birthed a frog…"

Dean tickled my sides and I giggled, pulling away from him. I put the box back and grabbed another. I guess all I had to compare was the price and whether it was digital or not.

"I guess I'll go with this one…" I said pulling the digital box, remembering I had seen a commercial for it one night lying in bed with him.

He nodded, somehow sensing I was unsure. "You can take both if you want. Money isn't the problem."

I smirked. "Yeah, especially since we never actually pay for anything."

Dean smiled slowly and rolled his eyes. "Not what I meant, brat."

"Whatever, jerk." I grabbed his hand. "Come on, let's get this in the car before Sam sees it and faints."

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So we drove to Carl Gulley's house, which took twenty minutes longer than it should have. Traffic was unbelievably heavy and I was going stir crazy in the back seat of the Impala.

"Hey Sam?"

Sam turned around and looked at me, giving me a small smile. "Yeah?"

"Don't you still have your spoon bending thing?" He rolled his eyes and I took that initiative to continue. "Can't you just move all the cars to the side or something?"

"Yeah, sure, Andy." Sam answered sarcastically. "Anything else I can do for you?"

"Yeah…hold on let me think of a list." Dean snorted and I leaned up against the back seat. "I'd like an apple pie for Dean."

Dean whistled. "Knew there was a reason I loved you…"

Sam rolled his eyes and I continued, counting off things that randomly popped in my head. "A huge cinnamon poptart; preferably as big as a bus, um, I'd like to meet Matt Damon."

"I object." Dean said, nearly heated and almost, what was that? Anger? Dear God in heaven…

"We're not in court Dean." I said with an eye roll I didn't need to show. You could hear it.

"Take it off the list Sam." Dean demanded and Sam made a 'check' motion with his left hand like he was checking it off an invisible list. I smiled entertainingly and leaned up off the back seat to put my head between Dean and Sam. I really loved these two.

"I want you to also create a time portal so I could go back and meet Elvis." Dean and Sam both laughed at that and I glared at them. "If either of you insult him, I will get out of this car right now."

"I never knew you liked Elvis." Sam said, his tone being serious so I wouldn't move.

I heard Dean lock the doors just in case. "Yeah, you have his music on your pod thingy?"

"My iPod? Yes I do actually." I said somewhat proudly. "Okay, next thing I want is a huge bed. Like as big as an open field."

"You imagine what we could do on that thing?" Dean asked, turning around to look at me as traffic came to a standstill again. I smiled as he leaned down and kissed me.

"I think if I end up getting that for you, especially if it's as big as a field, a lot of people including me are going to be disgusted by seeing whatever it is you two choose to do on it." He grimaced and Dean pulled away, ruffling my hair as he did so.

"I know it's been a while Sam, but it's totally normal."

Sam frowned and ran a hand through his hair. "Its parts of you two that no one needs to see, Dean."

"Like no one has ever watched porn before." I said sardonically, looking at them to confirm my answer. "And no one needs to watch us. We could go all the way in the middle, so no one would see. Plus, could you imagine that thing at night? Lying beneath the stars would be awesome."

"For all that we could sleep in a tent."

"I hate camping." I answered Dean and moved in my seat to sit behind him. I leaned up and placed my hands on his shoulders, massaging them gently.

He leaned his head back and connected with my forehead and I left a small kiss on the back of his head, nuzzling my nose into his hair. His haired smelled differently than his body and clothes smelled and I thought it was weird that Dean could smell like so many different things. His hair smelled like, well, him. It was hard to get into. But it was like when you smelled a person's clothes and knew who it belonged to, because that scent is simply there's and there isn't any other way to describe it. Even though I knew Dean washed his hair, it always smelled of just him. And for some reason I wanted to smell like him all the time. I wondered how long it would take for me to somehow suck up his scent; for it to become a portion of my body.

"Although, we could always sleep in your car." I suggested and Dean shrugged, moving his shoulders into my hands. I squeezed them gently and he sighed, content. Traffic inched foreword a little and again we stopped.

"It'd be a little uncomfortable don't you think? Plus we wouldn't be able to see the stars." Dean groaned. "Right there." He said and moved his one shoulder. I leaned down to place a kiss on his neck and squeezed his left shoulder, rubbing my thumb in small circles. He moaned again as I started doing it with both of my hands.

"If you have anything that sounds like an orgasm Dean, I'm walking." Sam complained, seeming to huddle up against the window and lean his head against it.

"Like that's never happened in the car before." I muttered and I felt Dean smile and Sam gripe out 'too much information'.

After what seemed like a million random conversations later and Sam finally threatening to leave the car if Dean moaned one more time, we reached Carl's house parking a little bit away from the scene. We weren't really sure if the cops were still lingering around, seeing as how Gloria killed the guy maybe two or three days ago?

"So all we know about this guy is that an angel had a death wish for him?" I asked as we got out.

"We don't know if it's an angel." Dean interjected, rolling his eyes as he fixed his leather jacket against the shitty weather.

I looked up at the sky, seeing rain clouds blow in. I shivered, pulling down the sleeves of my jacket to cover my hands.

"We don't know if it's a spirit either." Sam stated, obviously trying to keep the angel option in there. We started walking towards the house. "We don't know what it is."

But an angel Sam? Come on. I mean that was like claiming it was Santa Claus or Mickey Mouse. It was bullshit. Although, wasn't the devil just a fallen angel? And I definitely believed in him. Too much evil in the world not to.

We walked up beside the driveway of the house, stepping back to look at it for a moment. It was a blue tiled house with a white fenced porch. There was snow, but mostly all melted, covering a portion of the driveway and front lawn.

"So, what exactly are we supposed to be looking for?"

"I think I got it." Dean said seriously, pointing to the porch. I should have known from his tone that he was trying to be a jackass. He pointed to a plastic angel decoration on Carl's porch. "That's a sign from up above." He mocked and I cursed myself for thinking it was a little bit funny.

Sam rolled his eyes and took a look around the house while Dean and I just kind of stood there, shifting on our feet.

"You really think that Sam's got a case here?" I asked Dean quietly, glancing at Sam look around the porch.

Dean shrugged, pulling me into his chest and ran his hands up and down my arms. Thank God for Dean and his ability to instantly bring heat to my core. "I don't know. I mean, angels? Seriously? I think I would have believed him more if he would have said he found a leprechaun from Brigadoon."

I saw Sam shrug as he came back down the porch and approached us.

"Well, I think I've learned a valuable lesson from standing here in the cold." Dean added with a roll of his eyes. "Always take down your Christmas decorations after New Year's, or you might get filleted by a hooker from God."

I let out a giggle and Dean chuckled with me. Sam, however, didn't think it was so funny. "I'm laughing on the inside." He informed us and I settled down my laughter and focused on being serious for a moment. I saw a cellar door just beyond the porch and looked at Sam. "You know, Gloria said the guy was guilty to his deepest foundations."

Dean caught where I was looking. "You think she literally meant the foundation?"

I shrugged, heading towards the cellar. "Worth a try."

I approached the cellar door and looked over the rotted wood covered with ivy. Surprisingly just because wood looks rotted doesn't necessarily mean it's like cake to break into. I learned that the hard way; damn near broke my ankle trying to burst through a wooden casket once.

I pulled on one of the doors but it wouldn't budge. I did manage to get black flecks of paint to stick to my cold hands as I pulled back. I looked at Dean and Sam as they tried hiding their amused smiles at my act of opening the door.

"Oh shut up." I muttered, brushing my hands on my jeans. "Go at it, muscle heads." I pointed to the door and backed up as Dean took one handle and Sam took the other. They both jerked once and like magic the doors opened. "Good job, strapping young men."

I smiled at both and walked past them, creeping down the cellar stairs slowly. Just looked like what a creepy cellar was supposed to look like. Dirt floor, cobwebbed walls, random wood and tools lying about. I scrunched my nose at the smell of mildew and rust.

"Definitely a fixer-upper." Dean commented, coming up behind me.

Sam stayed close to the walls, reminding me of some kind of twisted form of a spider and Dean and I stood again, watching him. At least the cellar was blocking the wind so I wasn't as cold.

"Hey, look at this." Sam said, pulling us from our spots to look at something.

"Oh God…" I muttered. "Is that…?"

Sam nodded, for some fucking reason pulling the damn thing off the wall. "It's a fingernail."

"Are we getting shovels?" I asked Dean and he nodded.

"You can stay in the car if you want, I know you're cold anyways."

I shook my head no. "No, its okay, just hurry. This place is giving me the creeps." So much for the innocent, churchgoing librarian.

"You're not the only one." Sam murmured, dropping the fingernail to the floor.

Dean ran back to the Impala and grabbed a shovel for him and Sam and they started digging through the dirt floor. I prayed that this was all a hoax and that we didn't find anything. That Dean and I could just go back to the motel and figure out what the hell was going on with me. It felt kind of selfish to say that, seeing as how it was always supposed to be the job before a personal life. As the hole got deeper and a bit wider I felt my stomach lurch as I saw two skeletons appear from beneath the dirt.

"Whatever spoke to Gloria about this knew what it was talking about. I'll give you that." Dean glanced at me, looking grim. His face looked like how I felt. Pretty much disgusted.

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"Do you want to do it?" Dean asked me and I stared at the box. The bright fucking pink box.

I leaned against the bathroom door as Dean sat on the toilet. "I don't know."

"Well, you do want to know right?"

"It's not like I'm going to get rid of it, if I am." I said, a little accusingly, even though I knew Dean would never suggest that.

"I know that." He said calmly. "I just, don't really see what you're waiting for."

I was waiting for realty to come smack me in the face. Because that's what my life tended to do. When everything tended to spin into motion and run smoothly, something would happen. I was waiting for my period to come; to take this sudden weight off my shoulders. Not that having a kid was a weight. I groaned frustratingly, looking in the mirror instead of at Dean who was waiting for me to answer. I had no idea what to think anymore. A kid now, in nine months, wouldn't make any difference. I knew we'd still be here, in this little shitty motel, with near to no money, cops and demons knocking and breaking down the door. Salt near the windows and doors, devil's traps on the ceiling, living off of Dean's car and the damn restaurants. I didn't want to burden this girl or boy; like John and my father had seemed to think was an okay thing to do.

"I know, either I'm pregnant or I'm not right?" I asked Dean, leaning against the sink. "There's nothing really more to it."

"Look," Dean sighed, not frustrated but trying to be calm and soothing as he approached me. "I get that you're scared, but you don't have to be. Either way, Sam and I will always be here to help. You know that."

I nodded. I did know that. It was programmed in my DNA and I knew I should tell Dean to stop telling me things that I already knew. But it was nice to be assured of things every once and a while.

"You and Sam aren't gonna be the ones that have to carry the baby around."

Dean gave me a small smile. "That's true. But we'll be here to take care of you, Andy." I loved when he said my name like that; softly with concern and love. "So come on," He waved the pink box. "Please don't make me pee on this thing."

I gave a short laugh and grabbed the box from him, giving him a kiss that somehow turned into a hug. "Thanks."

He smiled against my hair. "You're the only girl I'd ever go chick flick for, you know that?" He asked, somewhat amused.

I smiled and rubbed my face against his chest. "Glad to hear it, I knew I deserved privileges of some kind."

"Maybe tonight I can show you some other privileges you've deserved." Dean added, with a hint of lust in his voice.

I pulled back and giggled, giving him another kiss. As I tore the box open I heard the motel door slam open and I quickly opened the medicine cabinet, stuffing it in there. We never actually kept stuff in there and I wondered if I should put it someplace else. But Sam appeared in the bathroom doorway a moment later, looking at me and Dean somewhat oddly so if I wanted to move it, I'd have to do it later.

"What? Are you two actually standing in the bathroom not making out?" Sam looked around at the bathroom for a moment. "Kind of shocking actually."

"We have standards ya know." I said somewhat defensively and Sam laughed.

Dean nodded his head slightly. "Granted, they're low enough to step over but the point still stands."

"Barely."

Dean's face lit up for a moment. "Did you bring back quarters by chance?"

I pulled Dean out of the bathroom and jumped onto the magic fingers bed, hoping Sam would be handing us quarters. "Yeah, please tell me you brought some."

Sam just shook his head, not really sure to be worried or entertained. He watched Dean crawl on the bed next to me, pulling me to lie next to him.

"I'm not enabling your sick habit." I frowned. "You two are like those lab rats that push the pleasure button instead of the food button until it dies."

"Well lucky for us we can press both at once." I stuck my tongue out at Sam and Dean nodded, grinning.

Sam rolled his eyes and sat on the bed across from us. "Whatever, I've got news. I was listening to the police radio on the way here. There was this guy, Zach Smitt, some local drunk. He went up to a stranger's front door last night –- stabbed him in the heart."

"And then I'm guessing he went to the police and confessed?" I asked and Sam nodded.

"Got the victims address if you wanna check him out?" Sam motioned to the car and Dean looked at me before he answered. I glanced at the bathroom door and then nodded at Sam. Dean tenderly kissed my head and I closed my eyes for a moment as he let his lips rest there. I guess figuring out whether I was pregnant or not could wait. I rolled my eyes. Just like everything else about my personal life had to wait.

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So we lock picked the victim's house and slipped inside, Sam heading to the computer first. While Dean and I poked around the room Sam found some personal emails. Apparently not all church goers and goody-too-shoes are as they seem. I swallowed thinking about the thirteen year old girl that was talking to this forty something year old man. Personal emails and a meet up date. I shook my head; disgusted. What kind of person did you have to be to become that? To take advantage of young girls? My stomach recoiled and I leaned against the wall, watching Sam click out of the emails. It felt horrible to think that I was thrilled this guy was dead. Otherwise he would have met up with that girl and…I didn't even want to think about what could and probably would have happened. Not all monsters were fairy tale creatures and spirits that went bump in the night. The real horrors? People like me and Dean and Sam. Human. The ones that you couldn't pick out by looking at. That's what really scared me.

"Well, how else do you explain it, Dean?" Sam asked and as I tuned back into the conversation and looked at Dean's face, I could tell they were on the angel story again. "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—"

"Hey." Dean interrupted pulling something off of a bulletin board near my head. "You said Carl Gulley was a churchgoer, right?" Sam nodded, not following. "What was the name of his church?"

"Uh…Our Lady of the Angels?"

I scoffed. "Of course that'd be the name."

Dean showed Sam the flyer he took off the wall. "Looks like Frank went to the same church."

"And apparently he never paid attention to the lessons taught in Bible school." I said, walking up beside Dean and grabbing his hand to squeeze.

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"So, you're interested in joining the Parish?" Father Reynolds asked us and Sam and Dean nodded, following him up the aisles of pews.

Okay, the Winchesters and I were so going to hell. Let me tell you, as someone who has a hard time believing, I was getting some awful vibes being in that church and dressing up as phony priests and nuns. I knew it was wrong and I knew someone, up or down, was angry we were impersonating people. But we were doing it to try and help people. Wasn't that fair?

"Yeah, we just don't feel right unless we hit church every Sunday." I heard Dean answer him and I tried to think of the last time I had actually been in a church. Was it mine or Sammy's confirmation? Hell, was it before then? Was I allowed to think the word Hell in a church? I decided against it, just in case. We didn't need anymore bad karma. "We uh, we heard about the murders."

The Father nodded. "Yes. The victims were parishioners of mine, I've known them for years."

"And the killers said that an angel made them do that?" I asked quietly, looking at the beautiful stain glass windows.

I think he either wanted to laugh or scoff but did neither. "Yes, misguided souls. To think that God's messenger would appear and incite people to murder. It's tragic."

"Father, that's Michael, right?" Sam asked, pointing a certain glass window I had my eye on.

Father Reynolds nodded. "That's right. The Archangel Michael with the flaming sword –- the fighter of demons, holy force against evil." Huh; kind of reminded me of some demon fighters I knew. I glanced at Dean and saw him shift his eyes to the floor.

After a few more brushes on the murders and Dean asking one or two more questions about the angel's he didn't believe in, we followed Father Reynolds outside and thanked him.

"Thank you for speaking with us, Father." Sam said, giving him a small smile.

Dean noticed something farther down the stairs. It looked like a shrine of some kind, but with holier value. Like a remembrance memorial. It was small, just a picture with a few lighted candles and flowers.

"Hey, Father, what's all that for?" Dean asked.

"Oh, that's for Father Gregory." Father Reynolds sighed, looking upset and a tad bit distraught. "He was a priest here. He passed away right on these steps. He's interred in the church crypt." He shook his head, glancing at the picture of the young priest and shook his head in horrible memory. "Two months ago. He was shot for his car keys."

I winced. "I'm sorry."

"Yeah. Me, too. He was a good friend. Ever since he died, I've been praying my heart out. For deliverance from the violence and the bloodshed around here."

I nodded, trying to understand even though I kind of didn't. Maybe I didn't want to. Father Reynolds went back inside the church and Dean and I exchanged glances as I took off the annoying habit, freeing my long brown hair.

"Now it's all starting to make sense. Devoted priest dies a violent death –- that's vengeful spirit material, right there." Dean said, going down a step to pick up a picture. "And he knew all the other stiffs because they all went to church here. In fact, I'm willing to bet because he was their priest, he knew things about them that nobody else knew."

Sam shrugged and I knew he was ready with something to deny the hard facts Dean was spouting. You couldn't blame Sam for wanting to believe. "Then again, Father Reynolds started praying for God's help about two months ago, right?"

"Oh, come on, man. What's your deal?" Dean nearly barked, fed up with the sudden angel, God and prayer crap coming from Sam lately.

I shifted on my feet, looking between the two Winchesters. "Come on guys, not here."

"Look, I'll admit, I'm a bit of a skeptic. But since when are you all Mr. 700 Club?" Dean asked and Sam shook his head. "Seriously, from the get-go, you've been willing to buy this angel crap, man." There was nothing wrong with wanting to have faith. "What's next? You gonna start praying everyday?"

Sam paused for a moment and glanced at me and Dean, not embarrassed. "I do."

"What?" Dean asked, utterly confused.

I mean, I prayed when things got rough, when I needed help, when I thought I wouldn't make it to the next day, when I strived for a normal life, when I missed my parents, or when this damn job got too damn hard to handle. But Sam prayed everyday?

"I do pray everyday. I have for a long time."

Made me wonder how many times he prayed for me and Dean and his parents and Jess and anyone else that Sam had meant.

Dean just kind of shook his head, like he was more insulted that he was never told such a thing. "The things you learn about a guy. Come on, let's go check out Father Gregory's grave."

He walked past me and Sam and I gave Sam a small smile as I joined him down the stairs.

"I pray for you too, Sam." It wasn't everyday, but I did sometimes. Sam smiled. It was something at least.

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Important: okay, so first off, thank you SO much for all the feedback :D i love you guys! secondly, i know most of you are mad at me for not getting to the point of andy and her pregnancy (evil laugh)

at the end of the next chappie i intend on putting it in there

so heres what i need you to do, tell me your opinion! what do you think about a dean/andy baby? :D