I don't own Supernatural or any of it's characters. I only own Isabeau and my own original characters.
Gloria is seated quietly on her bed in a psych ward. Her hair is straight and her face clean; she's wearing a bathrobe and reading a book held in her left hand.
The door opens behind her and she turns, "Good morning. You're not the usual guy."
Sam is in white scrubs and holding a clipboard, "No, uh, just filling in. So, how you feeling today, Gloria?" Sam walks into the room and stands in front of her.
Gloria places her book down and smiles, "I've never felt better."
"So, no disturbances lately?" Sam asks.
"You mean am I stark raving cuckoo for cocoa puffs?" Gloria jokes.
Sam shakes his head, "I didn't say that."
"It's all right. I know what people must think."
Sam glances down, "What do you think?"
"I think what I saw was real." Gloria answers.
Sam looks around, pulls up a chair and sets the clipboard down. He leans forward, elbows on knees, and gives her an intensely earnest look, "I'd like to know what you saw."
Gloria takes a moment, "It was all over the news. I stabbed a man in the heart."
Sam blinks, "Why would you do that?"
Gloria nods, "Because it was God's will."
"Did God talk to you?"
Gloria scoffs with a smile, "No. I get the sense God's a little busy for house calls. No, he, he sent someone."
"Someone?"
"An angel." Gloria answers, "It came to me in this beautiful white light, and it filled me with this... feeling. It's, it's hard to describe."
"And this angel…" Sam trails off.
"Spoke God's Word." Gloria finishes.
"And the Word was to kill someone?" Sam asks.
Gloria nods, tears pooling in her eyes, "I know, it sounds strange. But what I did was very important. I helped him smite an evil man. I was chosen... For redemption."
"This man you stabbed, did the angel give you his name?"
"No, he just told me to wait for the sign. And the very next day I saw it, right beside the man's doorway. And I knew." Gloria says.
"Why him?" Sam asks.
Gloria shakes her head, "I just know what the angel told me. That this man was guilty to his deepest foundations. And that was good enough for me."
Dean and Isabeau are sitting on one of the motel beds, which is vibrating. The sheets are only covering their bottom halves; Dean wearing just his boxers and Isabeau only wearing her black lace bra and underwear.
Isabeau is sitting in between Dean's legs, back pressed up against his bare chest he leans against the headboard. Isabeau plays with Dean's fingers in her lap, studying every little detail about them.
Dean blissfully stares at Isabeau as she touches his hands in anyway she liked. Seeing her like this, caught up in the moment; he found it heartwarming. She often would go into little trances and just stare at him or Sam, observing their little habits, quirks or even just studying their physical features.
He often caught Isabeau staring at his face and when he would ask why, she would just tell him to hold still so she could count how many freckles he had. So far, Isabeau could never finish counting them.
As Sam enters, Dean nor Isabeau notice him. Sam stops for a moment, taking in the scene before him. He very rarely saw his older brother like this; like the world around him was nothing and the only thing that mattered was the woman in his arms. Dean was in utter bliss.
Isabeau did that for them, made it seem like it was just the three of them in this crazy, ass-backwards world. It was beautiful.
Sam clears his throat, "Hey." Isabeau blinks away from Dean's hands and looks over at Sam with an affectionate smile.
Dean quickly diminishes his blissful look and grins over at Sam who walks over to them, "Hey. Man, you gotta try this. I mean there really is magic in the," Dean does air quotations with his fingers, "Magic Fingers."
Sam shifts his eyes away, "Dean, you're enjoying that way too much. It's kind of making me uncomfortable."
Isabeau slips out from under the covers and walks on the bed over to Sam, looking down at him with the added height and a smile, "Hi you."
Sam looks up at her with a small smile, wrapping his arms around her bare waist, "Hey."
Isabeau leans down, her arms hooking around his shoulder and placing a kiss on his lips. Her giggles come out muffled against Sam's lips as he picks her off the bed and places her onto the ground.
Dean shakes his head, covering himself back up with the sheets, "What am I supposed to do? I mean, you've got me on lockdown here. I'm bored out of my skull. Isabeau is the only one keeping me sane."
Sam pulls his lips away from Isabeau and chuckles, "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."
Dean hums, a little upset, "Hmm."
Sam waves a dismissing hand at Dean as he pulls away from Isabeau and turns to go into the bathroom.
Isabeau just snorts and starts picking up her discarded clothing on the floor and also throwing Dean's clothing on the bed as well.
As Isabeau starts to put on her clothing, the bed shutters to stillness. Dean looks over with a groan, "Aw, dammit! That was my last quarter. Hey! You got any quarters?"
"No!" Sam shouts from the bathroom.
Dean pushes away the covers, getting up to put on his jeans and grabs his shirt. He throws on his shirt while crossing the room and leans on the doorway to the bathroom where Sam is washing his hands.
Isabeau walks over as well, now dressed in her jeans and baggy band t-shirt that she semi-tucked in, "So did you get in to see that crazy hooker?" She asks.
Sam dries off his hands as he turns to them, "Yeah. Gloria Sitnick. And I'm not so sure she's crazy."
Dean purses his lips, "But she seriously believes that she was... touched by an angel?"
Sam nods, "Yeah. 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?" Dean asks.
Sam thinks, "Uh, Carl Gully. She said she killed him because he was evil."
"Was he?"
Sam shrugs, "I don't know. 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." Sam walks past the both of them, taking off his jacket.
Isabeau hums, "Hm. So then Gloria's just your standard-issue wacko. I mean," She whistles, "She wouldn't be the first nutjob in history to kill in the name of religion. Know what I mean?" She asks, leaning up against the wall.
"No, but she's the second in town to murder because an angel told them to. Little bit odd, don't ya think?" Sam asks the two of them.
"Well, little odd yes, supernatural maybe. But angels? I don't think so." Dean shakes his head. Isabeau purses her lips, keeping quiet. Should she tell them?
Sam shakes his at him, "Why not?"
"'Cuz there's no such thing, Sam." Dean says as if it's obvious.
Isabeau folds her arms, biting her lip. She hasn't told them about Olivia or Carmen being demon hybrids, so she was gonna keep the fact that Naysa and Emily, and technically Clara were angel hybrids too… for now. Until the moment was right.
Sam chuckles in disbelief, "Dean, there's ten times as much lore about angels as there is about anything else we've ever hunted."
"Yeah, you know what? There's a ton of lore on unicorns too. In fact, I hear that they, they ride on silver moonbeams, and they shoot rainbows out of their ass." Dean jabs.
Sam sits down on one of the beds, "Wait, there's no such thing as unicorns?" He asks, total deadpanned.
Isabeau coughs out a small laugh and hides a smile behind her hand.
Dean faintly smiles, "That's cute. I'm just saying, man, there's just some legends that you just, you file under 'bullcrap'." Dean says, taking a seat down in one of the motel chairs.
Isabeau stares at him amused, "And you've got angels on the 'bullcrap' list." She asks, taking a seat next to Sam on the bed.
"Yep." Dean confirms as he puts on his shoes.
"Why?" Sam asks.
Dean looks up, "Because I've never seen one."
"So what?"
"So I believe in what I can see." Dean answers.
Isabeau sighs, "Dean! You and Sam have seen things that most people couldn't even dream about. Hell, I'm something that most people don't even think could be real."
"Exactly. With our own eyes. That's hard proof, okay?" Dean shakes his head, "But in all this time I have never seen anything that looks like an angel. And 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?"
Isabeau was about to speak up but frowned when Dean continued on his raint, "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 killing these randoms."
Sam stares at him, "Maybe."
Dean rolls his eyes, "Can we just — I'm going stir-crazy man. Hey, let's go by Gloria's apartment, huh?" Dean gets up from his seat.
"I was just there. Nothing. No sulfur, no EMF…" Sam explains.
Dean frowns, "You didn't see any fluffy white wing feathers?" Dean sits back down on the other bed.
Isabeau raises a brow. Most angels had black wings, though Clara and her mother, Ursula, had white; they were cherubims after all.
Sam sighs, "But Gloria did say the angel gave her a sign, right beside Carl Gully's doorway."
"Could be something at his house; it's worth checking out." Dean says eagerly.
Isabeau sighs, "I'll get my shoes on."
Dean is driving as they pull up in front of Carl Gully's house. It is a moderate single-family home with steps leading up to the front door; to the left of the door is a plastic angel figure.
They get out, Isabeau and Sam waiting on the sidewalk and as Dean mounts the steps, he sees the plastic angel figurine, "Oh hey, Sam. I think I found it." He gestures to the angel, "It's a sign from up above."
Isabeau and Sam glance at each other. Isabeau thinks for a moment then pulls out her cell, "I'm gonna make a call." Isabeau walks a little bit away from Sam and Dean, dialing a number and pressing her phone up against her ear.
Sam watches as she stops a little bit away from them, far enough that he couldn't hear who Isabeau was talking to or about what.
Isabeau bites her lip as a voice response from the other line. "Hey, Isa." A female voice answers.
"Hey, Naysa. Think you could make a quick trip down to where I am? We might be dealing with some, uh, angel business." Isabeau explains, careful not to speak too loudly.
Naysa takes a deep breath, "You're kidding? Angels? They rarely show themselves, Isa."
Isabeau rolls her eyes, "I know, I know. Just, please. I could really use another set of eyes on this, preferably one who is part angel."
Naysa sighs, "Okay. Are you alone? I can just fly to you."
Isabeau glances over at Sam and Dean, "No, I'm not alone. I don't exactly want to tell them that angels actually do exist… not yet at least. But, I'll let you know when you can show up without them seeing."
"You got it. I'll be waiting. Love you." Naysa says.
Isabeau softly smiles, "I love you too." She hangs up her phone and walks back over to Sam.
"Good?" Sam asks.
Isabeau nods, "Yeah, hope you guys don't mind a fourth pair of eyes possibly checking into this with us."
"Who's coming down?" Sam asks.
"Naysa, she's, uh, itching to get in on a hunt." Isabeau lies. She hated lying to them about what some of the girls were.
Dean peers in the window, "Well, I think I learned a valuable lesson: Always take down your Christmas decorations after New Year's, or you might get filleted by a hooker from God. Ha." Dean comes down the steps and stops in front of Sam and Isabeau.
Sam rolls his eyes, "I'm laughing on the inside."
Sam wanders around back, through a gate, and Dean and Isabeau follow; they find a wooden storm cellar. "You know, Gloria said the guy was guilty to his deepest foundations." Sam informs them.
Isabeau tilts her head, "You think she literally meant the foundation?"
Sam and Dean open the creaking door, letting Isabeau go down the steps first, then following her, shining flashlights.
They look around and it appears to be a normal storm cellar. Dean hums, looking around, "Hm."
Sam notices scratches on a wall near the floor and he leans over to get a closer look, "Hey."
Isabeau looks over, "You got something?" Her and Dean walk over.
Sam digs at the wall and pulls something out.
"What is it?" Dean asks.
"It's a fingernail." Sam says.
The three look at each other and Dean goes over to pull two shovels from the wall and him and Sam begin to dig.
Isabeau takes a deep breath from a little bit behind Sam and Dean. She reaches under her shirt and presses down on the small, blacked-out butterfly tattoo. It glows as Isabeau's eyes glow violet, "Naysa." Isabeau barely whispers.
Isabeau removes her hand and the tattoo and her eyes stop glowing.
Later, a deep pit has been completed to reveal a pile of skeletons. "So much for the innocent churchgoing librarian." Sam comments.
"Yeah, well, whatever spoke to Gloria about this, knew what it was talking about, I'll give you that." Dean says.
"Damn." A woman whistles out.
The three spin around at the owner of the voice; Sam and Dean point their guns at the woman, not knowing who she was.
Isabeau rolls her eyes, "Would you two put those away?" She scolds her boyfriends. Sam and Dean glance at Isabeau, confused, but comply and put their guns away.
The woman, who had long dark brown hair that was pulled into a ponytail with a few strand hairs framing her face and sparkling blue eyes, smiles at Isabeau, "Did expect such a warm welcome." She jokes.
Isabeau returns the smile, "Oh shut up and give me a hug." Isabeau and the woman giggle as the two embrace in a tight hug.
Once they pull away, Isabeau turns to Sam and Dean, "Boys, this is Naysa, one of my coven members. Naysa, this is Sam and Dean."
Naysa waves at them with a friendly smile, "Sup?"
Dean is sitting on the edge of the bed with a police radio in hand, listening. He looks painfully bored.
He looks over at Naysa, who is flipping through one of Isabeau's grimoires, "So, Naysa. What kind of hybrid are you?" He asks.
Naysa looks over at him, "Would you believe me if I told you?"
Dean furrows his brow, "Yeah." Why would she ask him a weird question like that?
"Sorry, De. Can't tell." She taps her nose and continues flipping through the book.
Dean was about to ask why, but he catches something on the police radio. "We've got a minor TA, involving a motorcycle and a, uh van, this is at the corner of 28th and Pine, 28th and Pine." The woman on the radio says.
As Sam and Isabeau enter, Dean sighs and looks back sadly at the 'Magic Fingers' controller.
Dean eagerly, almost desperately, looks back at the Magic Fingers controller, "D'you bring quarters?"
Isabeau shakes her head at the look Naysa was giving her.
Sam frowns at the controller, "Dude! I'm not enabling your sick habit."
He tosses a sandwich at Dean, "You're like one of those lab rats that pushes the pleasure button instead of the food button until it dies." Sam says taking a seat.
"What are you talking about? I eat. And I got news." Dean says.
Isabeau folds her arms, leaning against the dresser, "Us too."
Dean nods, "All right, you go first."
"Three students have disappeared off the college campus in the last year. All of them were last seen at the library." Isabeau informs.
"Where Carl Gully worked." Dean connects.
Isabeau nods, "Yep."
Naysa closes the grimoire with a thub, "Sick bastard."
"So Gloria's angel-" Sam starts.
"Angel?" Dean interrupts him, giving him a look that said, 'really?'
Sam sighs, "Okay. Whatever this thing is…"
"Okay, well, whatever it is, it's struck again." Dean says.
"What?" Isabeau and Sam ask in unison.
Dean gestures to himself and Naysa, "We were listening to the police radio before you got here. There was this guy, uh, Zach Smith, some local drunk; he went up to a stranger's front door last night, stabbed him in the heart."
Isabeau tilts her head, "And then I'm guessing he went to the police and confessed?"
Naysa nods, "Yep. Roma Downey made him do it." Naysa leans over to take a Post-it note off the mirror that Isabeau was standing next to, "Now, we, uh... got the victim's address."
Sam, Isabeau, Naysa and Dean climb over the fence into the yard. Isabeau goes up to one of the windows and with a simple wave of her hand, it unlocks and she opens it.
She sneaks in through the window first, followed by Naysa, then Sam and Dean.
Sam sits down at the computer with Isabeau looking over his shoulder as Dean and Naysa search the house.
"Find anything?" Sam asks as Dean and Naysa walk into the room.
Dean flips through a magazine, "Well, Frank liked his catalog shopping, but that's about all we got. You guys?"
Sam shakes his head, "Not much here. Except he's got this one locked file on his computer, I can't... hold on." He presses a few buttons, then grins in triumph, "Not anymore. God."
"What?" Naysa asks as her and Dean come over to look.
"Well, he's got all these emails. Dozens, to this lady named Jennifer." Sam answers.
Isabeau looks away, sick to her stomach, "This lady who's thirteen years old." Sam reaches over and slips his hand under her shirt, rubbing circles on the small of her back.
Dean grimaces, "Oh, I don't want to hear this."
"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." Sam informs.
"Great." Naysa frowns. She glances over at Isabeau who is still looking away and playing with her rosary. Everyone knew Isabeau had a strong connection with children, and hell, if that guy didn't kill the victim, Isabeau would've probably beaten him and made him wish he was dead.
"They were supposed to meet today." Sam says, looking over at Dean.
"Huh." Dean moves away from them, "Well, I guess if you're gonna stab someone, good timing. I don't know, guys, this is weird, you know? 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 guesses.
Naysa frowns. Angels never acted like this. They never even show themselves unless it benefits them. Naysa knew that this wasn't any angel they were dealing with.
Dean turns away at Sam's suggestion.
"Well, how else do you explain it, Dean?" Sam asks, "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-"
Dean picks something up, "Hey."
"What?"
"You said Carl Gully was a churchgoer, right?" Dean asks.
"Yeah?" Sam confirms.
"What was the name of his church?"
Isabeau looks over at Dean, careful to keep her line of sight away from the computer, "Uh... Our Lady of the Angels?" She answers.
"Of course that'd be the name." Dean holds up a church flier, "Looks like Frank went to the same church."
Naysa nudges Isabeau and juts her head towards the other room.
Isabeau nods, and looks over at Sam and Dean, "Give us a few?"
Sam and Dean exchange a look, "Yeah. Whatever you need, sweetheart." Dean says with a nod.
Isabeau smiles at her boyfriends, caressing Sam's hair briefly and walks into the other room with Naysa to talk in private.
Once the two are in the other room, Naysa whispers, "No way this is an angel thing. Look, I'm gonna head deeper into town, get a motel room and stick around just in case, but I think you guys can handle it from here. Okay?"
Isabeau nods, "Okay. Thanks Naysa for coming all the way out here. I really appreciate it."
Naysa lightly punches Isabeau in the arm, "Anything for you, Isa. Also, uh, stop by, you know? The motel room will be unlocked, ready and waiting."
Isabeau smirks, "When this is done and over, you bet your ass I'm high tailing it to you. Been too long since I got some angel loving."
Naysa laughs, "I might just have to invite Emily and Clara down too then."
Isabeau narrows her eyes at her, "Don't tease me, Naysa."
"Teasing is Madison, okay?" Naysa pauses, pulling Isabeau in for a hug, "But, be careful okay? It might not be an angel thing but this whole thing is funky."
Isabeau tightens their hug briefly, "I will. You be careful too."
With Naysa now gone, Dean, Isabeau and Sam walk through the sanctuary of the church, speaking to a friendly-looking priest, Father Reynolds. "So you're interested in joining the parish?" Father Reynolds asks.
"Yeah, well, you know, we just don't feel right unless we hit church every Sunday." Dean says as he holds Isabeau's hand.
"Where'd you say you lived before?"
"Uh…" Sam stutters.
Isabeau smiles, "Fremont, Texas."
"Yeah." Sam instantly agrees with her.
"Really? That's a nice town. St. Teresa's parish, you must know the priest there." Father Reynolds says, stoping.
The three stop with him. Dean nods, "Sure, yeah, no it's uh, Father O'Malley."
Father Reynolds nods with a hum, "Hmm, I know a Father Shaughnessy."
"Shaughnessy, exactly. What'd I say?" Dean says with a grin.
Sam breaks in, "You know, we're just happy to be here now, Father."
"And we're happy to have you, we could use some young blood around here." Father Reynolds says.
Isabeau brushes her hair behind her ear, "Father Reynolds, I gotta ask - no offense, but uh, the neighborhood?"
"Well, it's gone to seed 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." Father Reynolds says.
Dean scoffs, "Huh. Yeah, we heard about the murders."
Father Reynolds nods, "Yes. The victims were parishioners of mine, I'd known them for years."
"And the killers said that an angel made them do that?" Sam asks.
Father Reynolds sighs, "Yes. 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 asks.
Father Reynolds shakes his head, "Oh, no, I absolutely believe. Kind of goes with the job description."
Isabeau narrows her eyes and nods to a painting on the wall, "Father, that's Michael, right?"
Father Reynolds nods, "That's right. The archangel Michael, with the flaming sword. The fighter of demons. Holy force against evil."
Isabeau blinks at the painting, Father Reynolds' words almost seem to echo in her ears, sounding far away. She squints her eyes shut as a sharp pain spreads in her forehead.
5-year-old Isabeau giggles as she runs down the stairs of her home and into the living room where her father and mother were talking to a man in his late 20's.
"Uncle!" Isabeau shouts with glee as she jumps into the mans awaiting arms and he picks her up.
The man chuckles fondly at Isabeau, placing an endearing kiss on her forehead, "Hello, my angel."
Isabeau shakes her head, confused by what she just saw. She didn't remember any of that from her childhood. What was happening to her?
"So they're not really the Hallmark card version that everybody thinks? They're fierce, right? Vigilant?" Sam asks.
"Well, I like to think of them as more loving than wrathful. But, uh, yes, a lot of Scripture paints angels as God's warriors. 'An angel of the Lord appeared to them, the glory of the Lord shone down upon them, and they were terrified.'" Father Reynolds recites.
Sam and Isabeau nod, Dean looks confused.
"Luke. Two nine." Father Reynolds says.
Dean nods sagely. Isabeau sighs, she might not have gone to church, but she did now the Bible front to back. Needed to know it when it came to having angels as friends in your life.