A/N

I'm sorry. Between competing, physical therapy, school, and homework I barely have time to eat, sleep, and shower. So I'm working on the story I promise. I just can't be one of those people who post's everyday…. But I'm leaving for a trip a week from Thursday, which unfortunately means I miss the season finale, but thank god for TIVO, and I WILL watch it, otherwise will die… but anyways, I'm trying to finish this up before then. Expect more this weekend, those days will be the bulk of my writing. So, it's coming. I swear.

Chapter Three

"So, what do we know about this Mission San Carlos de Borromeo?" Dean asked in between sips. There were now back on Ocean Avenue, checking out one of the many café's along the way. "Hey Sam, why do they always have the make such long names? Mission San Carlos de Borromeo, every time I say it, it makes feel like my tongue is going to wrap around my mouth and get stuck."

"Let's just hope for everyone's sake that it does," Sam was quick to cut in. Dean had been going on for the last half an hour, about nothing in all. Sam was pretty tired of his voice, and he was sure that everyone else in Café Napoli was as well.

"Hey, hey, hey, just because I don't have no patience for that research stuff, doesn't mean I'm not useful."

"I never said you weren't useful. Now will you please shut up?"

"Hey Sam?"

"What?"

"I was just thinking, they call this café little Italy sometimes right?"

"Yeah Dean…"

"So technically, we're in Italy. Isn't that funny?"

"Actually, no it isn't," Sam leaned his head against his hand. How could Dean possibly thinking about things like Italy at a time like this? He just didn't understand Dean's thinking process sometimes, but Dean did. Apparently it was all relevant thinking that went on in Dean's head, but Sam had yet to see how.

"Okay Sam, I've got it," and with that Dean walked over to the little counter. Behind it, a petite girl was standing. She had short black hair with those side bangs that were oh-so-in these days. Dean was quick to notice her eyes, there wasn't really anything special about them. They were brown, just like so many others in the world today, but yet they seemed so enthralling. So full of life and for that they were gorgeous. "Hey there," he glanced at the tag on her chest, "Kristin."

"Hi, how can I help you?" Her voice was quite and secluded.

"I'm an investigator looking into the deaths are the mission, and I was wondering if you could help me at all," Dean turned back to wink at Sam was looking at him with disgust. There was no better way than coming straight out, with a lie of course.

"I suppose I could, although I don't really know how I could help."

"Did you know any of the victims?"

"Sure, I knew all of them. Not many people around here that don't know each other."

"Maybe you could tell me about them?"

"Sure, can I meet up with you when I'm off work? I get off soon."

"No problem. Just call me up when you get off," Dean picked up a napkin and wrote his number on it and handed it to the girl.

"Wait, I'm sorry I didn't get your name."

"Andrew Louis, and that over there is my partner, Ian Willison," Dean added nodding in Sam's general direction. "Call me up and we can meet. I really appreciate your help."

"Hey Sam, I got us a meeting."

"Alright Dean, check this out. Father Serra worked hard despite physical ailments which included asthma and a chronic sore on his leg. His superhuman efforts led him to near starvation, bouts of scurvy and hundreds of miles of walking and riding through rough and dangerous terrain. Serra traveled over 24,000 miles in his lifetime."

"You think that's something?"

"No wait, look. In 1987, Pope John Paul II beatified Father Serra, the second of three steps necessary to achieve sainthood."

"Sainthood, what have we got an angel or something?" A few taps later and Sam had an answer.

"Sainthood: In official Church procedures there are three steps to sainthood: one becomes Venerable, Blessed and then a Saint. Venerable is the title given to a deceased person recognized as having lived heroic virtues. To be recognized as a blessed, and therefore beatified, in addition to personal attributes of charity and heroic virtue, one miracle, acquired through the individual's intercession, is required."

"Alright, and I care why?"

"Because Dean, our friend Pope John Paul II beatified Serra, the second step to achieve sainthood, remember?"

"Yeah, yeah, I was listening, so?"

"So, Father Serra is a 'heroic' figure."

"Well, I guess we kind of lost our thread huh?"

"No kidding."

"Good thing my plan didn't fall through. I told you Sammy, my research works better, more efficient."

"It's Sam."