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The four of them exit the church, Dean and Isabeau are still holding hands as Sam walks with Father Reynolds. "Well, thank you for speaking with us, Father." Sam says.

The stop on the steps. "Oh, it' s my pleasure. Hope to see you again." Father Reynolds says.

Dean sees a collection of tribute items at the bottom of the steps, "Hey, Father, what's, what is all that for?"

Father Reynolds looks over, "Oh, that's for Father Gregory. He was a priest here."

Isabeau tilts her head, "Was?"

Father Reynolds nods, "He passed away right on these steps. He's interred in the church crypt."

"When did this happen?" Isabeau asks.

"Two months ago. He was shot for his car keys."

Sam shakes his head sadly, "I'm sorry."

Father Reynolds nods, "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?" Sam asks, curious.

"For deliverance. From the violence and the bloodshed around here. We could use a little divine intervention, I s'pose." Father Reynolds answers.

Dean, Isabeau and Sam share a look. "Well, Padre, thanks. We'll see you again." Dean says.

Father Reynolds goes back inside and Dean, Isabeau and Sam investigate the shrine. "Well, it's all starting to make sense. Devoted priest dies a violent death? That's vengeful spirit material right there." Dean explains.

Sam shifts uncomfortably and Isabeau notices. She removes her hand from Dean's and grabs Sam's hand instead, giving it a squeeze. He squeezes back.

Dean continues, "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."

"Then again, Father Reynolds started praying for God's help about two months ago, right? Right about the time all this started happening?" Sam recalls.

Dean groans, "Aw, come on, man, what's your deal?"

Sam shakes his head, "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-go you've been willing to buy this angel crap, man. I mean, what's next, are you going to start praying every day?" Dean asks, setting the photo of Father Gregory back on the shrine.

"I do." Sam simply states.

Dean stares at him, "What?"

Isabeau squeezes Sam's hand, "Dean… Sam does pray every day."

Sam squeezes back, "I have for a long time." Isabeau was the only one who knew up until that point. He knew that Isabeau didn't have the best relationship or memories of the church, but she was never against Sam praying. If anything, she encouraged it because it made him feel better and Isabeau didn't want to take that away from him.

Dean stares at Sam, startled, "The things you learn about a guy. Huh. Well, come on, let's go check out Father Gregory's grave."

The crypt is a maze of stone hallways, with numerous stone angel figurines. They wander through slowly, Dean and Isabeau a little ahead of Sam.

As Dean and Isabeau go into another room, Sam stops, looking back at one of the angels.

He frowns as it, and then the entire room, begins to shake. A brilliant light appears behind him and he turns, confusion washing away to a look of awe.

Dean and Isabeau hurry back into the room. "Sam, come on, get the lead out." Dean calls out.

They see Sam passed out on the floor, and rush over. "Sam! Love!" Isabeau exclaims, kneeling down next to him, her chest tightening in fear.

"Sammy? Sammy! Hey!" Dean shouts, shaking Sam.

Sam jerks awake, groaning.

"Y'okay?" Dean asks as he and Isabeau help him sit up.

"Yeah. Yeah. 'm okay." Sam says, staring at the stone angel, stunned.

"Come on." Dean says, him and Isabeau hauls Sam to his feet and guides him into the sanctuary, a hand on his arm, and shuts the door behind them.

Isabeau stares at Sam as they walk, "You saw it, didn't you? Didn't you?"

Sam nods with a smile, "Yeah. Yeah. Guys, I saw an angel."

Isabeau bites her lip. She wasn't so sure about that, not after what Naysa told her. It couldn't have been an angel.

"You…" Dean trails off.

Sam sits as Dean pulls out a flask, unscrews it and hands it to him, "All right. Here."

Sam shakes his head, "I don't want a drink."

Dean shrugs and takes a swig, "So. What makes you think you saw a, uh, angel?"

Sam smiles, shaking his head as Isabeau takes a seat next to him, "It just, it appeared before me and I just, this feeling washed over me, you know? Like, like peace. Like grace." Sam explains.

Dean nods, pursing his lips, "Okay, Ecstasy Boy, maybe we'll get you some glow sticks and a nice Dr. Seuss hat, huh?"

Isabeau gives him a scolding look, "Dean."

"Dean, I'm serious. It spoke to me, it knew who I was." Sam says.

"It's just a spirit, Sam. Okay? And it's not the first one to be able to read people's minds." Dean sits down on another pew, "Okay, let me guess. You were personally chosen to smite some sinner. You've just got to wait for some divine bat signal, is that it?"

Sam nods, "Yeah, actually."

Isabeau places her hand on top of Sam's, "I don't suppose you asked what this alleged bad guy did?" She asks softly.

"Actually I did. And the angel told me. He hasn't done anything. Yet. But he will." Sam flips his hands, taking Isabeau's hand in his.

Dean stands and starts pacing, "Oh, this is, this is... I don't believe this."

"Dean, the angel hasn't been wrong yet! Someone's going to do something awful, and I can stop it!" Sam exclaims.

"You know, you're supposed to be bad too, maybe, maybe I should just stop you right now." Dean jabs.

Isabeau lets go of Sam's hand and stands up, "Dean!" She scolds again.

"You know what, Dean? I don't understand! Why can't you even consider the possibility?" Sam asks, frustrated.

Dean shakes his head, "What, that this is an angel?"

Isabeau groans in frustration at the two fighting and walks away from them. She crosses her arms and looks away from them, not wanting to hear anymore of it. She wished she could just tell them this wasn't an angel, but that would raise questions. And she couldn't answer those.

"Yes!" Sam shouts, "Maybe we're hunting an angel here, and we should stop! Maybe this is God's will!"

Dean nods, "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."

Dean sits down again, "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."

Isabeau glances over her shoulder at Dean.

"You never told me that." Sam says, starting to tear up.

"Well, what's to tell? She was wrong. There was nothing protecting her. There's no higher power, there's no God." Dean says.

Isabeau frowns; only knew angels existed, not if there was such a thing as God. Hell, neither does Naysa, Emily or Clara know. Their parents never told them.

Dean continues, "I mean, there's just chaos, and violence, and random unpredictable evil th-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?"

Isabeau turns back around to face them. She had hard proof. Naysa was hard proof and they met her.

Dean pauses, "Well, I do. Proof that we're dealing with a spirit."

Father Gregory's tombstone is covered in creeping vines; Dean, Isabeau and Sam crouch before it. "That looks like-" Sam starts.

"It's wormwood." Isabeau interrupts him, "Plant associated with the dead, specifically the ones that are not at rest. I don't see it growing anywhere else, except over the murdered priest's marker. It's him, Sam." She tries to convince him.

Sam sends her a sad glance, "Maybe." He was a little upset that Isabeau wasn't supporting him on the idea that this could be an angel.

Isabeau apologetically smiles at Sam, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"Maybe?" Dean asks.

"Dean, I don't know what to think." Sam says.

"Okay. You want some more proof? I'll give you more proof." Dean states.

"How?" Sam asks.

Dean grins, "We'll summon Gregory's spirit."

Sam shakes his head, "What? Here? In the church?"

Isabeau even raises a brow at Dean's suggestion. Never summoned in a church before. Fought one, but never summoned.

Dean nods, standing up, "Yeah. Yeah, we just need a few odds and ends."

Sam and Isabeau stand up as well, following Dean as he walks. "Isabeau, do you have everything we need for a séance?"

Isabeau nods, "Just have to pick up a few things."

"Oh, a séance, great. Hope Whoopi's available." Sam jokes and Isabeau punches his arm lightly.

"That's funny, actually." Dean says deadpanned, stopping, "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. Nothin' 'll happen." Sam points out.

Dean nods, "Exactly. 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 you wanna know for sure?"

Isabeau rolls her eyes, "Alright you two, enough. You're both giving me a headache." She turns around, walking out of the crypt.

Sam and Dean watch her go.

Dean, Isabeau and Sam leave a small grocery store, Sam holding a paper sack and smiling, "Out of the places, I wouldn't think you would get what you need at a grocery store, Beau."

Isabeau shrugs, holding a small bag of her own, "I don't technically need to go to a wiccan shop or to a place that specializes in herbs. Grocery stores are the quickest and easiest way, not my favorite, but quick."

She pauses, "At least I stopped Dean from grabbing a SpongeBob place mat for an altar cloth."

Dean smiles, "We would've just put it SpongeBob-side-down."

Sam laughs, then stops in shock, staring at something across the street. A young man holding a bunch of flowers and a bright white light glows behind him.

"Guys, that's it." Sam calls out to them.

Dean and Isabeau look up, "What?" They ask in unison.

Sam points at the young man, "That's the sign!"

Dean and Isabeau look back. "Where?" Dean asks.

"Right there, right behind that guy! That's him, guys. And we have to stop him." Sam says.

The young man crosses the street and Sam starts to go after him, but Dean stops him, "Wait a minute."

Sam looks at him in confusion, "What are you doing? Let me go."

Isabeau walks up to them as Dean speaks, "You're not going to go kill somebody because a ghost told you to, are you insane?"

Sam glances back at the young man, "Dean, I'm not insane, I'm not going to kill him. I'm going to stop him."

Isabeau shakes her head, "Define 'stop', huh? I mean, what are you going to do?"

"Isabeau, please, he's going to hurt someone, you know it." Sam begs her, staring down at her.

Dean looks at the young man then back at Sam, "All right, come on."

The young man has gotten into a car and starts it up, pulling away.

Dean gets into the driver side of the impala and starts it. Sam tries to get in the other side but the door is locked.

"Dean. Unlock my door." Sam demands.

Isabeau looks at Dean in confusion, "Dean, what are you doing?"

Dean glances at Isabeau and then leans over, "You're not killing anyone, Sam. I got this guy, you two go do the séance."

"Dean!" Sam shouts.

Dean pulls away, following the young man at a short distance.

The man stops at a corner and gets out with the bunch of flowers, handing them to a woman waiting on the corner. They both get in the car and drive off again.

Kneeling before Gregory's grave, Sam and Isabeau have the spell materials spread out: a circle of small white candles, a large black candle in the middle, the altar cloth and one of Isabeau's grimoires.

Sam stares at Isabeau as she lights the candles with her finger, a small flame ignited on the tip of her pointer finger, "Do you think this is a spirit?"

Isabeau stops lighting the candles and looks at Sam. She licks her lips, "Yes." She simply says, not looking away from him.

"How can you be sure?" Sam asks.

Isabeau sighs, "Because... " She trails off, eyes downcast,not knowing what to say.

Sam furrows his brow, concerned that Isabeau wasn't answering, "Beau?"

Isabeau continues lighting the candles, "Why do you think Naysa left?"

Sam shakes his head, "Isabeau, please don't change the subject. Naysa has nothing-"

"I didn't change the subject." Isabeau interrupts, "Naysa left because she knew this wasn't an angel. She told me, Sam. She would know. Her, Emily and Clara would know." She says, mentioning two other members of her coven.

"But they could be wrong."

"They aren't wrong." Isabeau huffs, "I'm sorry, Sam. But if this was an angel, we would have a bigger problem on our hands."

She finishes lighting the candles, she picks up her grimoire and hands it to Sam, "See for yourself."

Sam studies Isabeau for a moment as she looks at him. "If I didn't know what I know, Sam, I would support you, but-"

"I get it." Sam says.

Isabeau sighs, "Sam, I don't mean to upset you."

Sam leans over, his fingers lightly grip her chin to tilt her head slightly. His lips softly press against Isabeau's, "It's okay, you're being honest and I appreciate that."

Isabeau stays silent at his words. She wishes she could be completely honest with him.

He takes the grimoire from her and reads, "Amate spiritus obscure, te quaerimus, te oramus, nobiscum colloquere, aput nos circita."

Isabeau sprinkles some herb on the black candle and it flares once, brightly.

"What are you doing? What is this?" Sma and Isabeau turn to see Father Reynolds entering the crypt.

"Uh," Sam closes Isabeau's grimoire. Isabeau and him stand up. "Father, please. We can explain. Um... actually, maybe we can't." Sam rambles.

Sam walks to Father Reynolds, "Um. This is a, a séance."

"A séance? Young man, you are in the House of God." Father Reynolds says.

Isabeau walks over with a nervous smile, "It's based on early Christian rites, if that helps any."

"Enough. You're coming with me." Father Reynolds grabs both Sam and Isabeau by their shoulders, ushering them out of the crypt.

"Father, please, you, just wait a second!" Sam begs.

As Father Reynolds pulls Sam and Isabeau to the exit, a bright glow builds behind them. They turn and stare; Father Reynolds in awe and Sam in disappointment. Isabeau clutches to her rosary tightly as she stares at the glowing light.

"Oh my god! Is that... is that an angel?" Father Reynolds asks in awe.

"No, it's not. It's just Father Gregory." Sam says, disappointed.

Isabeau glances at Sam. She felt terrible that his hopes were completely diminished.

The bright glow dims and coalesces to reveal a young, handsome priest, Father Gregory.

"Thomas?!" Father Reynolds whispers in shock.

Father Gregory smiles, "I've come in answer to your prayers."

Sam approaches Gregory's spirit cautiously. Isabeau follows closely behind, keeping a watchful eye on Father Gregory.

"Sam... I thought I sent you on your path. You should hurry." Father Gregory tells Sam.

Sam shakes his head, "Father, I'm sorry. But you're not an angel."

"Of course I am." Father Gregory says with confidence.

Isabeau steps forward, "No. You're a man. You're a spirit. And you need to rest."

Father Gregory nods, "I was a man. But now I'm an angel…"

Isabeau glances down briefly when she feels Sam's hand intertwined with her own.

"I was on the steps of the church. And I felt that bullet pierce right through me. But there was no pain. And suddenly I could see… everything. Father Reynolds, I saw you, praying and crying here. I came to help you." Father Gregory turns to Father Reynolds.

"Help me how?" Father Reynolds asks.

"Those murders - that was because of you?" Father Reynolds asks, stepping toward Father Gregory.

"I received the Word of God. He spoke to me, told me to smite the wicked. I'm carrying out his will." Father Gregory informs.

"You're driving innocent people to kill."

"Those innocent people are being offered redemption. Father Gregory turns to Sam, "Some people need redemption. Don't they, Sam?"

Sam looks away, Father Reynolds touched a nerve.

Father Gregory looks at Isabeau, "You seek redemption."

Isabeau's breath hitches, eyes becoming watery and she squeezes Sam's hand tightly. Sam looks at her, confused.

"Redemption from what you did when you were seventeen. When you became addicted." Father Gregory continues on.

Isabeau clenches her jaw, a lone tear falls down her face, "I don't need any redemption from you. My coven already gave me that; they forgiven me."

"But you don't forgive yourself."

Isabeau's lip twitches, holding herself back from releasing more tears. Sam's eyes soften at his girlfriend. This was what she was talking about when they were back in Connecticut and he got drunk that one night. She couldn't keep the same promise that Dean gave because Isabeau was in a similar situation once.

Though, she never said what she did exactly, nor did she say what she got addicted to.

"How can you call this redemption?" Father Reynolds asks.

"You can't understand it now. But the rules of man and the rules of God are two very different things." Father Gregory says.

"Those people. They're locked up." Sam reminds him.

Father Gregory shakes his head, "No, they're happy. They've found peace, beaten their demons. And I've given them the keys to Heaven."

"No." Father Reynolds shakes his head, "No, this is vengeance, it's wrong. Thomas, this goes against everything you believed. You're lost, misguided."

"Father. No, I'm not misguided." Father Gregory reassures.

"You are not an angel, Thomas. Men cannot be angels." Father Reynolds says.

"But… but I, I don't understand. You prayed for me to come." Father Gregory says in confusion, his smile fading.

"I prayed for God's help. Not this. What you're doing is not God's will. 'Thou shalt not kill'. That's the word of God." Father Reynolds explains.

Father Gregory is staring, bewildered, at his own headstone. He turns to face Father Reynolds, Isabeau and Sam.

"Let us help you." Isabeau pleads.

Father Gregory shakes his head, tears pooling in his eyes, "No."

"It's time to rest, Thomas, to be at peace. Please, let me give you Last Rites." Father Reynolds says.

Father Gregory nods in resignation and Father Reynolds lifts his hands in prayer, "Oh Holy Hosts above, I call upon thee as a servant of Christ to sanctify our actions this day, in fulfillment of the will of God."

Father Reynolds gasps as Father Gregory flickers like a distorted image. "Father Reynolds?" Father Gregory asks, slightly scared.

Father Reynolds gives him a reassuring smile, "Rest."

Father Gregory kneels and Father Gregory holds a hand over Father Gregorys' forehead, "I call upon the Archangel Raphael."

Isabeau blinks at the mention of Raphael.

"Blue-eyes… where are you hiding little one?"

6-year-old Isabeau giggles as she peeks out from behind the couch, watching a middle aged black man search for her in the living room.

The man smiles when he hears her giggles, "I'm afraid my Blue-eyes is just too good at hiding."

Isabeau giggles again, hiding fully behind the couch.

The man slowly makes his way over to the couch, and in one fluid motion, picks up Isabeau from behind and lifts her into the air.

Isabeau squeals as the man hugs her, "You found me, Uncle!"

The man chuckles, "That I did Blue-eyes… That I did."

Isabeau shakes her head lightly as Father Reynolds continues, "Master of the Air, to make open the way. Let the fire of the Holy Spirit now descend, that this being might be awakened to the world beyond."

Father Gregory glows brightly, then vanishes to a short soft, almost angelic chorus. Reynolds lowers his hand in awe.

Sam and Isabeau are packing their bags. Dean approaches the room and enters, "How was your day?"

"You were right. It wasn't an angel. It was Gregory." Sam says dully.

Isabeau looks over her shoulder, locking eyes with Dean briefly before looking back down at her bag, slowing her packing.

Dean pulls the flask from his inner pocket, takes a drink, then, considering, offers it to Sam.

Sam takes it as Dean takes off his jacket, "I don't know, Dean, I just, uh…" He sits on the bed.

"I wanted to believe... so badly, ah... It's so damn hard to do this, what we do. 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 how I could end up…" Sam trails off.

Dean sits on the bed beside him, "Yeah, well, don't worry about that. All right? I'm watching out for you."

Dean reaches out for Isabeau and she walks over, letting him take her hand and drag her into his lap. Isabeau takes a breath, "You got me too, Sam."

"Yeah, I know you guys are." Sam says, tears in his eyes, "But you're just two people, Isabeau. And I needed to think that there was something else, watching too, you know? Some higher power. Some greater good. And that maybe…"

"Maybe what?" Dean asks.

"Maybe I could be saved." Sam nervously laughs, "But, uh, you know, that just clouded my judgment, 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 says.

"Why?" Sam asks.

"Gregory's spirit gave you some pretty good information. That guy in the car was bad news. I barely got there in time." Dean informs.

"What happened?" Isabeau asks.

Dean clicks his tongue, "He's dead."

Sam and Isabeau blink in surprise, "Did… you?" Sam asks.

Dean shakes his head, "No. 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."

Isabeau looks at him, "What? Dean, what did you see?"

Dean frowns, "Maybe… God's will."

The three sit in silence at Dean's words. A sudden ringing of a cell phone makes them jump slightly. It was Isabeau's phone.

Isabeau stares at her phone, not getting up from her spot on Dean's lap.

"Isabeau… are you gonna pick it up?" Sam asks.

She shakes her head, "No. Whoever it is, they can wait." Her phone stops ringing.

"And Sam…" Isabeau starts and Sam looks at her.

Isabeau smiles softly at him, "You have a lot of people looking out for you. My family, my coven…" She looks at Dean, "They're all looking out for both of you. My family is your family, now and forever."

So, some of Isabeau's coven are part angel, some more than others. And Isabeau is keeping it a secret. Not the best idea.

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