Authoress Note: Welcome to Chapter 14. I couldn't wait to get to this episode. It's going to be fairly different for me to write due to my background. I tried my best with it. I can't wait to get to the next episode. It will be one hell of a ride with the next episode and I can't really say anything about it. Don't want to give any spoilers away. But the question is how soon will Sam remember the kiss and will he apologize or say that he likes her? But I won't reveal when it will happen or how it will happen. I also want to wish everyone a happy Thanksgiving since that's today in the United States. I hope that you like this chapter because I did a little bit of a different approach with this chapter for this episode. Without further ado Chapter 14.
Chapter 14
Aeron was catching up on a book back at the motel that her and the boys decided to crash at. Sam had asked her nicely to stay with Dean because he thought that Dean would have ended up trying to go out and do something and he was wanted by the feds. Hell, Aeron agreed to stay with Dean because of that little mishap in Milwaukee. She looked over at the older Winchester and shook her head and turned the page in her book going back to reading. At least he was enjoying himself. She felt antsy because she couldn't do this interview with Sam. But she told him that she would watch him.
Dean had his music with earbuds in his ears, on his motel bed and it was vibrating. His eyes were closed.
Aeron's phone began to ring. She put a bookmark in her book and picked up her phone. She got off of the couch as she answered it. Seeing that it was Sam that was calling her. "Hey Sam."
"I'm on my way back to the motel."
"Did you find out why she was there?"
"Yeah, I did. I don't think she's crazy."
Aeron hummed. "Sounds like our kind of thing?"
"Yes. How's Dean?"
Aeron looked over to the elder Winchester. "He's uh…. doing just fine. Relaxing."
Sam chuckled. "That's good. I will be back in about 20 minutes."
Aeron bit her lip. "Ok… I'm not sure he will know that you even walk through the door when you come back."
"Thanks for staying with him."
"Anytime Sam."
"I will see you both shortly."
"Bye." She hung up her cellphone and sat back down on the motel couch. She picked up her book and went back to reading her book.
Just like Sam said he came back to the motel 20 minutes later. Sam looked at his brother and then looked at Aeron who was closing her book.
Aeron shook her head. "He's been like that since you left." Aeron said, rolling her eyes.
Sam shook his head and walked over to Dean. "Hey." He smacked Dean's boot. "Hey!"
"Hey. Man, you gotta try this. I mean there really is magic in the Magic Fingers." He said doing air quotes when he said magic fingers.
Sam shook his head. "Dean, you're really enjoying that way too much. It's kind of making me uncomfortable."
"What am I supposed to do? I mean, you've got me on lockdown here and read as my warden, I'm bored out of my skull."
Aeron rolled her eyes.
"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."
"Hmm."
Sam waved his hand and turned to go into the bathroom.
"You could have tried to watch Doctor Who with me." Aeron said, rolling her eyes a little bit.
Dean rolled his eyes. He groaned. "Dammit. That was my last quarter. Hey! You got any quarters?" He pulled his earbuds out and got up off of the bed to the doorway of the bathroom.
"No."
"So did you get in to see that crazy hooker?"
"Yeah. Gloria Sitnick. And I'm not so sure she's crazy."
"But she seriously believes that she was… touched by an angel?" Dean questioned looking at him.
Sam rolled his eyes. "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."
"Dean anyone wouldn't like to be there." Aeron said, shaking her head.
"What about the dude she stabbed?" Dean asked, ignoring what Aeron had said.
"Uh, Carl Gully. She said she killed him because he was evil." Sam replied not even sure if that was even true or not.
"Was he?"
"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, and had lots of friends. He was a churchgoer."
"Hm. So then Gloria's just your standard issue wacko. I mean… 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 bit odd, don't ya think?"
"Well, a little odd, yes, supernatural maybe. But angels? I don't think so."
Aeron shook her head.
"Why not?"
"Cuz there's no such thing, Sam."
"Dean, there's ten times as much more lore about angels as there is about anything else we've ever hunted." Sam told his brother.
"Yeah, you know what? There's a ton of lore on unicorns too. In fact, I hear that they ride on silver moonbeams, and they shoot rainbows out of their ass."
Aeron scoffed.
Sam sat down. "Wait, there's no such thing as unicorns?"
"That's cute." Dean said, rolling his eyes. "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."
"Why?" Aeron and Sam asked, looking at the elder brother.
Dean looked up as he sat down. "Because I've never seen one."
"So what?" Sam questioned, shaking his head.
"So I believe in what I can see." Dean said, rolling his eyes. He couldn't believe that he had to explain it to them.
"Dean! You and I and Aeron have seen things that most people couldn't even dream about." Sam said with wide eyes.
"Exactly. With our own eyes. That's hard proof, okay? 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? No. This is 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."
"Maybe."
Dean rolled his eyes again. "Can we just… I'm going stir-crazy man. And I know for a fact she is too." Dean said, pointing at Aeron. "She has been doing nothing but reading a book, and watching some mad man with a box, pacing around, and tapping her nails or bouncing her knee."
"Hey." Aeron said, narrowing her eyes at him. "At least I ain't wasting money on the magic fingers."
Dean rolled his eyes. "Hey, let's go by Gloria's apartment, huh?" Dean asked hopefully.
"I was just there. Nothing. No sulfur, no EMF…"
"You didn't see any fluffy white wing feathers?"
Sam let out a sigh. "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 said hopeful.
Aeron and Sam shared a look with one another.
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They pulled outside of Carl Gully's house.
Dean walked up the stairs and saw a plastic angel figurine. "Sam, Aeron. I think I found it." He pointed out the angel to both of them. "It's a sign from above." He peered through the window. "Well, I think I learned a valuable lesson. Always take down your Christmas decorations after New Year's or you might get fileted by a hooker from god Ha."
Aeron rolled her eyes.
"I'm laughing on the inside." Sam wandered around the back.
Aeron and Dean followed him.
The three of them found the wooden storm cellar.
"You know, Gloria said the guy was guilty to his deepest foundations." Sam told them.
"You think she literally meant the foundation?" Dean asked.
Aeron rolled her eyes and opened the cellar. "Come on."
The three of them went down the stairs slowly with flashlights.
Dean hummed to himself.
Sam noticed scratches on the wall near the floor. He leaned over to get a closer look. "Hey."
"What is it Sam?" Aeron asked, turning to look at him.
"You got something?" Dean asked.
Sam dug at the wall and pulled something out of the wall.
"What is it?"
"It's a fingernail."
Aeron shuddered.
The three of them looked at each other.
Dean grabbed three shovels from the wall and handed them to Aeron and Sam.
The three of them began to dig. They dug until they hit a pile of skeletons.
"So much for an innocent churchgoing librarian." Sam said, shaking his head.
Aeron shook her head. "I think that we are going to be going into something much deeper."
"Yeah, well, whatever I spoke to Gloria about this knew what it was talking about, I'll give you that." Dean said with a sigh.
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Sam had gone out again and Aeron stayed with Dean again as his warden as he liked to call her. Aeron hated being called Dean's warden because he always made it sound so bad. He complained. He complained since his brother left certain things and it was bothering the hell out of Aeron. All because Dean was bored.
Aeron was busy looking through her grandfather's journal and comparing notes to her brother's journal and her own.
"Red, are you sure that you don't have quarters?" Dean said, complaining. He wanted to use the magic fingers to keep himself from going insane.
Aeron groaned. "Damn it Dean. I am not giving you any quarters." Aeron said, looking at him. She was getting tired of him asking her the same question over and over again. She wasn't about to feed his habit. It was a waste of money in her eyes.
Dean groaned. He was bored and the magic fingers were keeping him out of trouble. Him annoying the hell out of Aeron now was making her pissed off more and more every time he asked her for quarters.
She really didn't sign up to baby sit the smaller of the two Winchester boys and she wasn't enjoying it that's for damn sure. In fact he was most likely going to get something thrown at him if he wasn't careful.
"Oh come on I know you have quarters."
"Dean if I hear one more time about damn quarters I am going to throw my shoe at you." She threatened. He was making her go closer and closer to the edge because he was really becoming like a damn child in her eyes.
"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."
Sam came into the room.
Dean looked at the Magic finger controller and sighed. "Did you bring quarters?"
Aeron slipped off her size 5 high top and threw it at Dean. "Quit it, that is enough damn it." She was surprised that it even had hit him in the back.
"Ow what the hell."
"I warned you." She snapped.
Dean threw it back at her and she caught it in her hand slipping it back onto her small foot.
Sam shook his head and looked at the controller with disgust. "Dude! I'm not enabling your sick habit." Sam tossed Dean a sandwich and handed Aeron her salad. "You're like one of those lab rats that pushes the pleasure button instead of the food button and dies."
"He's been annoying the hell out of me for damn quarters since you left."
"That would explain the flying red high top."
"He's lucky that I haven't tried to stab him. He's out of control Sam." Aeron said, shaking her head. He was out of his gorde when he wanted to use the magic fingers because it was a massaging bed.
"Hey! What are you two talking about? I eat." Dean said, defending himself. "And I got news."
"Me too." Sam said, looking at his brother.
"Alright, you go first." Dean said, looking at Sam.
"Three students have disappeared off the college campus in the last year. All of them were last seen at the library."
"Where Carl Gully worked."
"Yep."
Dean made a face. "Sick bastard."
"So Gloria's angel…"
"Angel?"
"Okay. Whatever this thing is…"
"Okay, well, whatever it is, it's struck again." Dean said, cutting his brother off. He wanted to get out with his news. He already knew Aeron knew because she was with him.
"What?"
"I was listening to the police radio with Aeron before you got here. There was this guy, uh, Zach Smith, some local drunk. He went up to a stranger's door last night, stabbed him in the heart."
"And then I'm guessing he went to the police and confessed?"
"Yep. Roma Downey made him do it." Dean crossed the room and took a post it note off of the mirror. "Now, I, uh, got the victim's address."
"Can we at least eat before we do this damn breaking into the home."
"She does have a point. Shouldn't run ourselves into the ground."
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The three of them climbed over the fence into the yard and snuck through the window.
Sam sat down at the computer while Dean and Aeron searched the house splitting up to cover more ground that way in their eyes.
Dean was the first to return.
"Find anything?" Sam asked, looking at his brother.
"Well, Frank liked his catalog shopping, but that's about all I got."
"Not much here. Except he's got this one locked file on his computer, I can't… hold on."Sam said getting to work on the computer trying to crack the file that he had locked on the computer. It shouldn't take too much to get into the file.
Aeron came back into the room. "I couldn't find anything." Aeron shook her head.
Sam pressed a few buttons and was able to get into the file. "Not anymore." He said with a grin. "God."
"What?" Dean asked, coming over.
Aeron moved and looked over Sam's shoulder.
"Well, he's got all these emails. Dozens, to this lady named Jennifer… This lady who's thirteen years old."
"Pedifile." Aeron said, shaking her head.
"Oh, I don't want to hear this." Dean said, shaking his head. Oh hell no he really didn'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."
Aeron shook her head.
"Great."
"They were supposed to meet today."
"Huh. Well, I guess if you're gonna stab someone, good timing. I don't know man, 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 and Aeron asked at the same time.
Dean turned away from them.
"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…" Sam said, shaking his head. He wanted his brother to listen to him in some kind of way.
Dean picked up something. "Hey."
"What?"
"You said Carl Gully was a churchgoer, right?"
"Yeah?"
"What was the name of his church?"
"Uh… Our Lady of the Angels?"
"Of course that'd be the name." Dean held up a church flier. "Looks like Frank went to the same church."
Aeron groaned. "Looks like we're going to church aren't we?"
"Looks like it. We got to see what information we can get on this church."
"Let's go before someone else gets killed."
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Sam, Dean, and Aeron were walking through the sanctuary of the church with Father Reynolds.
"So you're interested in joining the parish?" Father Reynolds asked, looking at the three of them.
"Yeah, well, you know, we just don't feel right unless we hit church every Sunday." Dean told him with a small smile.
"Where'd you say you lived before?"
"Uh…" Sam bit his lip. God they really hadn't thought this through. Not in the least bit.
"Fremont, Texas." Dean said.
"Yeah."
"Really? That's a nice town. Saint Teresa's parish, you must know the priest there."
"Sure… yeah, uh…"
"Father Shaughnessy." Aeron said, looking at Father Reynolds.
Father Reynolds smiled at her.
"You know, we're just happy to be here now, Father." Sam said with a smile.
"And we're happy to have you, we could use some young blood around here"
"Hey listen, I gotta ask… No offense, but uh, the neighborhood?" Dean asked, looking at Father Reynolds.
"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."
"Huh. Yeah, we heard about the murders."
"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 asked, looking at Father Reynolds.
"Yes. Misguided souls, to think that God's messenger would appear and incite people to murder. It's tragic." Father Reynolds said, shaking his head.
"So you don't believe in those angel yarns, huh?" Dean asked.
"Oh, no, I absolutely believe. Kind of goes with the job description."
Sam nodded to a painting on the wall. "Father, that's Michael, right?"
"That's right. The archangel Michael, with the flaming sword. The fighter of demons. Holy force against evil."
"So they're not really the Hallmark card version that everybody thinks? They're fierce right? Vigilant?"
"Well, I like to think of them as more loving than wrathful. But, uh, yeah, 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."
Sam and Aeron nodded their heads and Dean looked on in confusion. What the hell was he talking about?
"Luke. Two nine."
Dean nodded his head.
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The three hunters walked out of the church with Father Reynolds.
"Well, thank you for speaking with us, Father." Sam said with a smile.
"Oh, it's my pleasure. I hope to see you soon again."
Dean saw a collection of tribute items at the bottom of the steps. "Hey,Father, what's, what is all that for?"
"Oh, that's for Father Gregory. He was a priest here."
"Was?"
"He passed away right on these steps. He's interred in the church crypt."
Aeron blinked. She supposed that it would be normal for a priest to be buried in his own church. But it wasn't common to hear it. At least not to her.
"When did this happen?" Dean asked curiously.
"Two months ago. He was shot for his car keys."
"I'm sorry." The two younger hunters said at the same time.
"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 asked in confusion.
"For deliverance. From the violence and bloodshed around here. We could use a little divine intervention, I suppose."
"Well, Padre, thanks. We'll see you again." Dean said, waving to him.
Father Reynolds went back inside of the church.
The three of them looked back at the shrine for the fallen Father.
"Well, it's all starting to make sense. Devoted priest dies a violent death? That's a vengeful spirit material right there." Dean said, shaking his head.
Sam shifted uncomfortably.
"And he knew all the other staff, 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 said, putting his hands into his coat pockets.
"Aw, come on man, what's your deal?"
"What do you mean?"
"Look, I'll admit I'm a bit skeptical, 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?"
"I do." Sam said looking back at his brother.
"What?"
"I do pray everyday. I have for a long time."
Dean looked at his brother in shock. "The things you learn about a guy. Huh. Hell, I bet Red here doesn't pray."
Aeron shifted a little bit nervously. "Actually I do too."
Dean looked at her in surprise. He cleared his throat. "Well, come on, let's go and check out Father Gregory's grave." Dean said, wiping his hands on his pants.
Aeron shook her head. "We might want to wait until dark. It's still pretty daylight."
"She's right Dean."
Dean groaned. "Alright. Alright we will check it out then."
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The three of them walked through the maze of stone walls of the crypt. They walked through it slowly. Sam brought up the rear of the three of them. They hadn't even noticed Sam wasn't with them when they walked further into the crypt.
Aeron flashed her light around. "For a crypt this is pretty clean." She said looking around.
"What did you expect from mice or rats?" Dean questioned her.
Aeron shook her head. "We're not looking for the holy grail here Dean." She rolled her eyes. "This isn't the last crusade or anything."
"Hey."
"What it's true?" Aeron said with a cheeky smile. She looked behind her. "Uh… Dean… Sam's not here."
"What?"
"Sam isn't with us."
"Damn it." Dean turned sharply on his heels and grabbed Aeron's arm, taking her with him.
The two of them went back into the room.
"Sam, come on, get the lead out…" Dean's eyes widened when he saw Sam on the ground. He rushed over to his younger brother. "Sammy? Sammy! Hey."
Sam jerked awake and groaned.
"You okay?"
Sam stared at the angel in shock. "Yeah. Yeah. I'm okay."
"Come on." Dean said, hauling Sam up to his feet. He guided Sam into the sanctuary.
Aeron followed behind him. Aeron closed the door.
"You saw it, didn't you? Didn't you?" Dean asked, looking at his little brother.
"Yeah. Yeah. Dean. I saw an angel."
"You…"
Sam sat down.
Dean pulled a flask out of his pocket, unscrewing the lid. "Alright here."
"I don't want a drink."
Dean shrugged his shoulders. "So. What makes you think you saw a, uh, angel?"
"It 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 hat, huh?"
Aeron hit him.
"Ow."
"Dean, I'm serious. It spoke to me, it knew who I was."
"It's just a spirit, Sam. Okay? And it's not the first one to be able to read people's minds." Dean sat down in another pew.
Aeron shook her head.
"Okay, let me guess. You were personally chosen to smite some sinner. You've just gotta wait for some divine 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."
Dean stood up and began to pace back and forth. "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."
"You know, you're supposed to be bad too, maybe, maybe I should just stop you now."
"You know what, Dean? I don't understand. Why can't you even consider the possibility?'
"What, that this is an angel?"
"Yes!"
Aeron rubbed her face. "Really Sam? I mean… no one has really seen one."
"Maybe we're hunting an angel here, and we should stop. Maybe this is God's will."
"Okay, alright. You know what? I get it. You've got faith, so does Red here. That's… hey, good for you two. I'm sure it makes things easier."He sat down. "I'll tell you who else had faith like that, Sam. 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." Dean admitted.
"You never told me that." Sam said, looking at his brother.
"Well, what's to tell.? She was wrong. There was nothing protecting her. There's no higher power, there is 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? Well, I do. Proof that we're dealing with a spirit."
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The three of them went to Father Gregory's tombstone that was covered in creeping vines. The three of them crouched down before it.
"That looks like…" Sam begins only to be cut off by Dean.
"It's wormwood. Plants associated with the dead. Specifically 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."
"Maybe."
"Maybe?"
"Dean, I don't know what to think."
"Okay. Do you want some more proof? I'll give you more proof."
"How?"
"We'll summon Gregory's spirit."
"What? Here? In the church?"
"Yeah. Yeah, we just need a few odds and ends, and that, uh, seance ritual in dad's journal."
"Oh, a seance, great. Hope Whoopi's available."
"That's funny, actually. Seriously. If Father Gregory's spirit is around, a seance 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 Will happen."
"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 want to know for sure?"
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The three hunters left a small grocery store getting the items that they had needed for the seance.
Sam had a small smile on his lips as he carried the paper sack that he had in his hands. "Dude. I'll admit we've gone pretty ghetto with spellwork before, but this takes the cake. I mean, a Spongebob placemat instead of an altar cloth?"
"Well I have an altar cloth, but someone doesn't want to stop by the motel to get it." Aeron said, jabbing her thumb in the direction of Dean.
"We'll just put Spongebob aside." Dean said, shaking his head.
Sam laughed and then stopped in shock. He saw a young man with flowers and a bright light glowing behind him. "Dean, that's it."
"What?"
"That's the sign!"
"Where."
"Right there, right behind that guy. That's him, Dean. And we have to stop him."
Aeron looked at Sam. "Are you certain Sam?"
"Yes." Sam said, starting to go towards him.
"Wait a minute." Dean said, looking at his brother and grabbing onto him.
"What are you doing? Let me go." Sam said fighting against him trying to get his brother off of him.
"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."
"Define stop, huh? I mean, what are you going to do?"
"Deam, please, he's going to hurt someone, you know it."
"Alright, come on." Dean said getting into the car.
Aeron saw the look in Dean's eyes. She knew that look. He was going after the guy, not Sam.
Sam tried to get into the car, but the door wouldn't open. "Dean. Unlock my door."
"You're not killing anyone, Sam. I got this guy. You go with Aeron and do the seance."
"Dean!"
Dean pulled away.
Aeron sighed. "Come on Sam." She took his arm and dragged him towards the church.
"But…"
"We got to do what your brother says." Aeron said, shaking her head. "We don't have time. Dean will make sure that he doesn't do anything."
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The two young hunters kneeled in front of Gregory's grave.
Sam had set up the spell materials that they had bought and placed them in the right order that they were to go in. Sam lit the candles and picked up his father's journal.
"Amate spiritus obscure te quaerimus, te oramus nobiscum colloquere apud nos circita." The two of them chanted together.
Sam smirked some herb onto the black candle and it flared once brightly.
"What are you two doing? What is this?" Father Reynolds asked to come into the room.
Aeron gasped, falling back onto her butt.
"Uh, Father, please. I can explain. Um… actually, maybe I can't. Um. This is a sentence." Sam said, biting his lip. Maybe this would work. Maybe they wouldn't get thrown out of there.
"A seance? Young man and lady, you two are in the House of God."
"It's based on early Christian rites, if that helps any."
"Enough. You're coming with me."
"Father, please, you, just wait a second!"
Father Reynolds pulled the two of them towards the exit when a bright light built behind the three of them.
The three of them turned.
"Oh my god! Is that… is that an angel?"
"No, it's not." Aeron said, shaking her head.
"It's just Father Gregory." Sam said softly.
The light dims and Father Gregory is revealed.
"Thomas?" Father Reynolds said in shock.
"I've come in answer to your prayers." Father Gregory said with a smile.
Sam slowly approached Father Gregory's spirit cautiously. He made sure that Aeron was behind him.
"Sam. I thought I sent you on your path. You should hurry." Father Gregory said, looking at him.
"He's not going." Aeron said coming out from behind him.
"Father, I'm sorry. But you're not an angel." Sam broke the news to the dead father.
"Of course I am."
"No." Sam shook his head. "You're a man. You're a spirit. And you need to rest."
"I was a man. But now I'm an angel. 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."
"Help me how?" Father Reynolds asked in confusion. It then dawned on him. "Those murders… that was because of you?"
"I receive the Word of God. He spoke to me, he told me to smite the wicked. I'm carrying out his will."
"You're driving innocent people to kill."
"Those innocent people are being offered redemption. Some people need redemption. Don't they Sam?"
Sam looked away from Father Gregory.
Aeron wrapped her arm around him.
Sam looked down at her. He felt tears come to his eyes. What Father Gregory had said hit a nerve. He couldn't save Jess, couldn't save his father, couldn't save a few others because he couldn't find a way to save them.
"How can you call this redemption?" Father Reynolds asked.
"You can't understand it now. But the rules of man and the rules of God are two very different things."
Sam looked over at Father Gregory. "Those people. They're locked up."
"No, they're happy. They've found peace, beaten their demons. And I have given them the keys to heaven."
"No. No, this is vengeance, it's wrong. Thomas, this goes against everything you believed. You're lost, misguided."
"Father. No, I'm not misguided."
"You are not an angel, Thomas. Men cannot be angels."
"But… but I, I don't understand. Your prayed for me to come."
"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 Gregory looked bewildered at his headstone. He turned and looked at the three people that were with him.
"Let us help you."
"Please,"Aeron said softly.
"No."Father Gregory said, shaking his head.
"It's time to rest, Thomas, to be at peace. Please, let me give you Last Rites."
Father Gregory nodded his head.
Father Reynolds lifted his hands in prayer. "Oh Holy Hosts above, I call upon thee as a servant of Christ to sanctify our actions of this day, in fulfillment of the will of God." He gasped when Father Gregory flickered.
"Father Reynolds?"
"Rest."
Father Gregory kneeled.
Father Reynolds held a hand over Father Gregory's forehead. "I call upon the Archangel Raphael, Master of Air, to open the way. Let the fire of the Holy Spirit now descend, that this being might be awakened to the world beyond."
Father Gregory glowed brightly and then was gone.
Father Reynolds lowered his hand in awe.
Aeron looked at Sam. "Let's go." She said softly. "Our work here is done."
"Miss."
Aeron looked at Father Reynolds. "Yes?"
"You and that young man did a good thing."
Aeron smiled a small smile. "This is what we do, Father."
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Aeron finished packing her bag while Sam was packing his things up.
Dean came into the motel room. "How was your day?"
"You were right. It wasn't an angel. It was Gregory." Sam said sadly knowing that Dean was right.
Dean pulled out the flask from his inner pocket and took a swig from it. He then offered it to Sam.
Sam took it and took a swig from it. "I don't know, Dean, I just, uh…" He sat down on the bed. "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 how I could end up…."
Dean sat down next to him. "Yeah, well, don't worry about that. Alright/ I'm watching out for 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 maybe that…"
"Maybe what?"
"Maybe I could be saved." Sam laughed nervously. "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 us."
"Hey don't forget Sam. I'm watching you too." She told him softly, offering a small smile.
Sam looked at her and saw the small smile on her face. God she did look beautiful when she smiled. Where the hell did that come from? No he couldn't be falling in love with her. Not losing Jess and falling in love so quickly again.
Dean rubbed his neck.
Sam looked at his brother. "What is it?"
"Funny you say that."
"Why?"
"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?" Both of the young hunters asked, looking at him.
"He's dead."
"Did… you?" Sam asked.
Dean shook his head. "No. But I'll tell you both 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."
Aeron and Sam shared a look. Dean saw God's will now that it was something new and he was believing.
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This is the end of Chapter 14. Please let me know what you think. Please let me know what you think. I can't reveal anything dealing with Born Under a Bad Sign. But I promise that it will be worth keeping my mouth shut about the next episode. Until next time.