HOUSES OF THE HOLY

Evie's POV

It had been a few weeks since the case in Milwaukee which meant we were laying low…real low for the first time ever but Sam had caught wind of a case and decided to check it out and I agreed with him since it sounded just whack enough to be something even if I thought he was a tad nuts but hey Dean was on lock-down and given I couldn't hunt all that well either that meant we were holed him the motel room together while Sam went to the nuthouse to interview some lunatic who'd murdered someone saying an angel told her too.

Dean and I were laying side by side on our bed with our own respected music blasting in our ears from our new phones given we'd all gotten new ones along with new numbers in the likely case that the Fed's had tapped our phones while the magic of the magic fingers vibrated our tense muscles and just as I started to smile relaxing even more it cut out.

"I'm on it" he replied leaning over to put another quarter in but I rolled over putting my hand on his cheek turning his face towards me right as I brought my lips down onto his moving up as he grabbed my waist pulling me to straddle his waist. "Mm maybe being holed up in here isn't so bad after all" he asked removing the headphones from his ear dropping his phone to the side of the bed.

"Definitely has it's perks" I smirked pressing my body closer to him running my hands up underneath his shirt running it over the abs and up over his pecks but quickly jumped up and heard his disappointed groan making me roll my eyes with a small smile as I ran towards the door and slipped the chain into place seeing him smirk as he watched me.

I skipped back over to the bed and straddled his waist again grabbing the ends of his shirt and he assisted me in pulling it over his head by lifting his arms in the air and I copied the move as he grabbed mine pulling it off leaving me in a bra and my bump out there, I was nearly five months pregnant now and was finally starting to feel it in more ways than one.

Dean pressed his lips into my neck sucking on the skin before dipping his head lower as he cupped my breasts through the fabric of my bra making me press them further into his hands as they were so sensitive as he continued to pepper kisses along my neck as I wrapped my arms around his neck running my hands through his hair pulling at it making him grunt in both pain and pleasure before I pressed my lips back against his and it wasn't long before the rest of our clothes came off and we used our time wisely.

After we were both sated I pulled on my underwear and jeans before pulling my shirt back over my head opting to forget about the bra while Dean pulled on his clothes right as I heard him stick another quarter in the magic fingers and the bed started up again vibrating again making me laugh.

"You seriously need more stimulation after what we just did?"

"Possibly" he replied and I faked a gasp.

"Am I not pleasing you anymore?" he looked over seeing me trying my best to appear pouty and he wrapped his arm around my waist pulling me flush up against his side as the bed shook beneath us melting away the natural tightness in our muscles from the hunting life away.

"You please me more than enough especially in the last few weeks" I looked up smiling since I had to admit having Dean on lock down with me was actually kind of nice.

After the whole bank heist where he was seen on the news we couldn't risk hunting so we'd been laying low…lower than we ever had and despite his impending arrest if someone recognized him I couldn't help love this, just me and him…and Sam but it was almost normal except for the warrant and moving around.

"Mm there have been perks to this macabre situation" I murmured leaning up to capture his lips again but the door suddenly opened catching on the chain.

"What…oh come on guys" we heard Sam and couldn't help let out a small chuckle as I stood up going over to the door to unlock it and let him in before going straight back over to Dean laying down beside him on our backs feeling the bed's wonderful powers of relaxation as we completely ignored Sam as he tried getting our attention. "Hey!" he exclaimed hitting Dean's foot holding out his hands offended we weren't paying attention.

"Hey, man you gotta try this there really is magic in the Magic Fingers" Dean said making me laugh and nod my agreement when Sam looked at me as if asking why I was entertaining him but this did actually feel really good…almost as good as the sex we had ten minutes ago.

"You two are enjoying that way too much, it's kind of making me uncomfortable" Sam replied and I looked up feeling a tad guilty.

"If this makes you uncomfortable then it's a good thing you weren't here twenty minutes ago" Dean argued and I shot a glare back at him shouting his name at him especially when I saw Sam's eyes drop to where my bra laid on the end of the bed again this time making a slight blush stain my cheeks as embarrassment filled my eyes. "What am I supposed to do, you got me on lockdown here I'm bored out of my mind" I scoffed.

"Sucks doesn't it" I shot at him recalling the last few months where he insisted I had to stay on lockdown.

"You were the bank robber on the 11:00 news, not us?" Sam retaliated making me nod with a smile as I stood and picked up the bra stuffing it into my bag. "We can't risk you just walking into a government facility" Sam added talking about where he'd just been and Dean just murmured so Sam threw a hand up at him right as the bed stopped beneath Dean and he looked over at it.

"Oh damn it that was my last quarter" I gave him a pretend frown again. "Hey you got any quarters?" he asked sitting up looking over at Sam since he'd already raided my money as well.

"No" Sam called from the bathroom where he was washing his hands and face.

"So did you get in to see that crazy hooker?" Dean asked him finally wanting to talk about the case that had brought us here to Providence, Rhode Island.

"Yeah" Sammy replied turning off the tap and turned towards us as we stood near the door. "Gloria Sytnik and I'm not so sure she's crazy"

"But she seriously believes she was touched by angels?" Dean shot back at him, when Sam told us about this case Dean was less than enthusiastic to take it on and I didn't blame him given this Gloria killed someone then said an angel made her do it, I didn't personally believe in angels and have never been religious but I wasn't as narrow minded to think they didn't exist since if demons were real then that had to mean angels were too…right?

"Yeah, blinding light, feelings of spiritual ecstasy the works" Sam nodded. "I mean she's living in a locked ward and she's totally at peace"

"Oh yeah your right, sounds completely insane" Dean said and I rolled my eyes at him. "What about the dude she stabbed?"

"Uh…Carl Gulley, she said she killed him because he was evil"

"Was he?" I asked a little curious.

"I don't know, I couldn't find any dirt on him" Sam shrugged. "I mean he didn't have a criminal record, he worked at the campus library, had lots of friends, he was a churchgoer" he added walking past us out of the bathroom.

"So Gloria's just your standard-issue wacko" I replied leaning against the wall a little.

"Eve's got a point, she wouldn't be the first nut job in history to kill in the name of religion, know what I mean?" Dean added.

"No but she's the second in this town to murder because an angel told them to, a little bit odd don't you think?" Sam argued seeing Dean scoff still in denial.

"Odd yes, supernatural maybe but angels, I don't think so" Dean argued back.

"Why not?" Sam asked him.

"Because there's no such thing Sam" Dean replied and Sam chuckled.

"Dean there's 10 times as much lore about angels as there is about anything else we've ever hunted" Sam protested.

"Hey there's a ton of lore on unicorns too, fact I hear that they ride on silver moonbeams and they shoot rainbows out of there ass"

"Wait there's no such thing as unicorns" Sam replied in that kicked puppy voice with the matching frown as he sat down on the bed and I couldn't help laughing.

"That's cute" Dean shot at him.

"Let's pray the baby's a boy babe, hate you to crush a little girls hopes and dreams" I remarked walking past him patting his shoulder before I took a seat on our bed not missing the look of terror on his face at the thought of a girl and frankly I'd love to find out but I'd been putting it off.

"I'm just saying man there's some legends you just…you file under bull crap" Dean finished shaking his head most likely forcing that thought out of his head.

"And you got angels on the bull-crap list?" Sam asked him with a smirk.

"Yup" Dean replied and I scoffed when Sam looked at me.

"Why?" Sam pressed turning back to Dean.

"Because I've never seen one" Dean replied as if that explained it.

"So what?" Sam spat at him through a smile and I sighed feeling like this was gonna start one of their brother quarrels.

"So I believe in what I can see?" Dean argued.

"Dean, we've all seen things most people couldn't even dream about" I cut in.

"Exactly with our own eyes that's hard proof okay but in all this time I've never seen anything that looks like an angel and don't you think if they existed that we would have crossed paths with them or at least know someone that has crossed paths with them…has Bobby?" Dean argued looking at me and I shook my head. "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" he added and I turned to Sam as he turned to me sharing a quick look of disbelief that Dean was really this strongly disbelieving of angels.

"Maybe" Sam finally muttered.

"Can we just…I'm going stir crazy" Dean sighed and I laughed a little. "Hey let's go to by Gloria's apartment, huh?" he suggested and Sam scoffed.

"I was just there nothing, no sulfur, no EMF" Sam replied.

"You didn't see any fluffy white wing feathers?" Dean asked sarcastically and Sam scoffed shaking his head at his brother while I nudged Dean to cut it out as he took a seat on the edge of the bed next to me.

"But Gloria did say the angel gave her a sign, right beside Carl Gulley's doorway" Sam said ignoring Dean.

"Could be something at his house, it's worth checking out" I nodded standing up suddenly smiling as I felt like messing with Dean. "Sam and I will go, you stay here"

"Come on Evie" he protested and I burst out laughing.

"It's not fun is it" I shot at him and he rolled his eyes. "Come on you big baby" Sam laughed following me out with Dean trailing behind us so we could make sure there weren't any cops around not that they'd recognize Dean straight away but Sam and I weren't taking any chances.

We drove over to the address Sam had for Carl Gulley parking on the curb all getting out, Dean headed towards the porch straight away and when I saw the angel decoration I knew the next thing out of his mouth before he even said it.

"Oh hey, think I found it" he pointed at it and I rolled my eyes at him. "It's a sign from up above" I looked back at Sam and we shared a look while Dean looked in through one of the windows. "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"

"I'm laughing on the inside" Sam said clearly unamused by Dean as he looked around taking in the small townhouse before his eyes settled on something and he started walking away from us towards the gate and pulled it open walking in with Dean and I wordlessly following him to what looked like a locked cellar door. "You know Gloria said the guy was 'guilty to his deepest foundations'"

"You think she literally meant the foundation?" I asked him, he only shrugged so we busted quickly went back to the Impala grabbing torches and something to break the locks which broke easily since they were rusted and opened the two doors before the boys headed down the stairs with a flashlight each while I hesitated at the top of the stairs staring down at it, dark and low ceilings just the kind of place where my claustrophobia seemed to like to kick in Dean turned looking back up at me with a look that asked if I was okay so I took a deep breath and followed them down since I had to snap out of it one day…right?.

We looked around but nothing screamed at us since it appeared to be an ordinally cellar with garden tools and various other crap you'd expect and complete normal person to have down here, we each took a side of the room examination the walls for any secret doors.

"Hey" Sam called making me look up seeing him kneeling beside the opposite wall.

"You got something?" Dean asked as we walked over to him and saw some scratch marks and before I could say it was possible that an animal could've gotten down here Sam pulled something out of the stone.

"It's a…it's a fingernail" he held up it, Dean sighed then stood up straight and grabbed a shovel behind him handing it to Sam before he took one for himself and I stepped back letting them dig holding up my flashlight to give them light and it wasn't long before we discovered bones…human bones. "So much for the innocent churchgoing librarian"

"Yeah well whatever spoke to Gloria about this knew what it was talking about, I'll give you that"

We torched the bones just being cautious then went back to the motel for some shut eye, we each took turns showering with me opting to go last as I took the longest especially of late as I suffered from small ligament pains around my waist area which my book assured me was normal but I definitely didn't bring it up to Dean or Sam…made that mistake a few weeks ago after the bank heist and they completely started panicking on me.

After my shower I got changed into some elastic waist shorts and one of Dean's shirts since none of my tanks went over my bump anymore then quickly brushed my teeth before heading out seeing both boy's sitting on their bed's, Sam was making notes to his case file and Dean was staring longingly at the magic fingers which we still hadn't gotten anymore quarters but he looked up when I came out.

"Don't you have your own clothes, I'm running out of shirts Eve"

"My tanks don't fit me anymore and I need all my shirts for actual day time wear, suck it up it's your fault anyway" I laid down in the bed beside him seeing Sam smirk out of the corner of my eye without looking up.

"How is it my fault?"

"You got me pregnant" I retaliated with a smirk as I picked up my pregnancy book and picked up where I'd left off.

"Sorry to break it to you Shortstack but you were a willing partner in the creation so it's not my fault, why don't you go and buy some of those maternity clothes"

"Yeah with what money Dean, we're barely scaping by for food these days using hustling money, besides, I like wearing your shirts so again suck it up" Sam couldn't help himself this time and let out a small chuckle at Dean's face knowing he'd lost the argument.

We all fell silent after that doing our own things for nearly an hour before we turned the lights out and the boys were out almost straight away making me slightly envious on how easily they could just drift off practically at the snap of their fingers but it was as if my body knew when I wanted to sleep and always chose those moments to be the most uncomfortable meaning I was tossing and turning trying to find a comfortable spot.

"Quit hitting me in the back" Dean groaned and I quickly apologized turning onto my side again and he turned around so we were face to face. "You okay?"

"I'm achy" I admitted looking up into his green eyes which were almost glowing in the low light coming through the closed cheap motel curtains.

"Where?" he asked and I sighed.

"My lower back and my legs are almost cramping, our kid knows when I want to sleep and always makes sure I feel the bad pregnancy symptoms at that time"

"Turn over" I frowned confused but turned to my other side so my back was now facing him and his hand moved up my thigh for a second making my breath hitch before it fell to my sides and he started kneading the skin in slow circles just where my stomach protruded out of my waist and I closed my eyes since it felt nice.

He focused on that area for a few minutes before his hands moved to my lower back and continued the same strength and massage there almost making me moan as my whole body began relaxing under his touch, I pushed back against his hands and further with my ass brushing up against his front nearly laughing when I felt he'd been aroused doing this.

"That your gun?" I asked jokingly and heard his soft groan.

"Don't worry about it, this is about you so that I can actually get some shut eye now how's your back?"

"Better" I told him turning around again so we were facing each other. "You really aroused yourself with a basic back massage"

"It wasn't the back massage more you pushing your ass into my groin every five seconds" I raised an eyebrow since I don't remember pushing back into him. "Now go to sleep" his eyes shut but I was more awake now then I had been before his massage as I could still feel his hands on my skin.

"Dean" I whispered.

"What?" he asked with a small sigh.

"Do you…do you want a boy or a girl?" I suddenly asked as my mind had drifted to his reaction earlier tonight at the unicorn comment.

"You really want to talk about this now?" he asked opening his eyes again.

"We never really talk about it any of the time and the further along I get I can't help think about this stuff, I mean we can find out the sex if we want to but we don't talk about it" I don't know where all this is coming from or why now seemed like the time to bring it up since it clearly wasn't given we were in the middle of a case.

"Evie just go to sleep, we can talk about it in the morning" I scoffed turning onto my back because that was his subtle way of saying he didn't want to discuss it at all. "What was that for?"

"Nothing let's just go to sleep" I looked over at Sam seeing him still fast asleep.

"Evie it's not that I don't want to have this discussion with you but I'm tired and you are too despite you fighting it so now isn't the right time to talk about it"

"It never is Dean" I exclaimed through a hushed whisper. "We only have four months left" I shot at him and saw the same slight terror on his face that he'd given me earlier tonight. "I can't help wanting some sort of plan Dean but lately you seem more at odds ends with this entire thing"

"It's not like that Eve I swear" he sighed pulling me to him with an arm over my waist before he pulled his arm back resting it over my bump. "You know I want this baby, I want our family but the whole thing…scares me" I turned my head towards him because Dean almost never admits he's scared. "I still don't even know how we're gonna make this work, raising a baby with all this going on around us"

"Your dad did it" I shrugged but knew we were far from John.

"I'm not my dad, aside from Sam I've never even been around a newborn and half of it I don't even remember" I reached my hand up and touched my palm against his cheek.

"I'm scared too Dean but we still have to talk about it because that's the only way I can see us dealing with the hand that's been dealt us, we never asked or planned this…sure we should have been more careful but this baby's not waiting and we can't ignore that because pretty soon there's going to be this innocent life that is depending on us to keep them alive which when you think about it isn't so different from most days of our lives"

"This is nothing compared to our lives but okay, I'll be more…open with all this baby stuff" I smiled since that was all I was gonna get from him tonight, he rolled onto his back and I knew it was enough for tonight so I moved settling my head on his chest and pulled my leg over his waist to accommodate the bump better letting myself drift off.

The next morning I was in the bathroom getting dressed for the day throwing my hair up into a neat bun since it was getting way long and really needed to be trimmed…right no girl moments I turned heading back into the other room seeing Dean still sitting on our bed with the police radio in his hand…his only connection to the outside world.

'We got a minor TA involving a motorcycle and a van, this is the corner of the 38th and Pine" he sighed bored and I saw him look back at the magic fingers again but we were still out of quarters and laughed walking up to him.

"Don't despair Dean, Sam and I are only doing what's necessary to keep you safe" he looked up with an unamused look knowing I was teasing from all the times he's sidelined me the past couple months, the door opened and Sam walked in with breakfast and Dean immediately looked back at the magic fingers.

"Did you bring quarters?" Dean asked him before turning to him and Sam's eyes went over to the magic fingers.

"Dude, I'm not enabling your sick habit" Sam argued and I laughed intercepting the food he threw at Dean since I was starving. "You're like one of those lab rats that pushes the pleasure button instead of the food button until it dies" he added making me laugh more as I pulled out one of the breakfast burgers before throwing the bag at Dean who caught it.

"What are you talking about I eat and I got news" Dean argued grabbing his own food out of the bag as I went over to the table and started eating my own sighing in happiness at the food since lately it was like I was never full which was gonna turn out with me being fat and I wasn't talking about the baby weight.

"Me too" Sam replied.

"Alright you go first"

"Three students disappeared off campus this year, all of them were last seen at the library"

"Where Carl Gulley worked" Dean stated and Sam nodded. "Sick bastard"

"So Gloria's angel-"

"Angel?" Dean asked cutting Sam off.

"Okay whatever this thing is" Sam argued begrudgingly against Dean's disbelief.

"Well whatever it is struck again" Dean quickly said making both Sam and I look up.

"What?"

"I was listening to the police radio before you got here, there was this guy Zach Smitt some local drunk who went up to a strangers front door last night stabbed him in the heart"

"I'm guessing he went and confessed?" Sam finished with the usual M.O of these killers ruled by an angels word.

"Yup…Roma Downey made him do it, now I uh…got the victims address" Dean added pulling a post-it note off the mirror which he'd obviously stuck there and he had a hopeful look on his face, Sam and I shared a look but neither of us put a foot down.

"I'm finishing this first" I sighed looking down at my burger and they looked up at me. "Growing tiny human here who needs to eat, it can wait fifteen minutes" they both agreed after that making me smile and I was able to finish my breakfast in peace before throwing the wrapper in the bin and stood grabbing a jacket since it had snowed overnight and there was a fresh powder on the ground.

Dean drove to the new victims house and we went to the side alley seeing a dumpster that would help us get over the fence, Sam rolled up onto it and Dean hopped up second before holding his arm out which I grabbed and he helped haul my ass up before they jumped over the back fence, I carefully went over the top and slid down on the other side with Dean there to catch me if I stumbled but I was fine and we followed Sam up to the house where he used his pocket knife to flip the window lock then slid it up and we slipped inside.

We spread out through the house to look for anything that would incriminate this guy but I'd found squat so I went back downstairs seeing Sam on the computer going through the files right as Dean came up behind me flipping through some catalogue magazines.

"Find anything?" Sam asked sensing us there without even looking away from the screen.

"Nope" I replied.

"Well Frank liked his catalogue shopping, that's all I got…you?"

"Not much here except he's got this one locked file on his computer that I…hold on" Sam said before trying some other key combination that even I couldn't fathom and suddenly smiled. "Not anymore" I smiled a little at our little computer whizz. "God"

"What?" Dean and I asked at the same time going around behind him to see the screen.

"He's got all these emails, dozens to this lady named Jennifer" he clicked on the files and it brought up a number of smaller screens with the emails. "…this lady who's 13 years old" Sam added and I frowned looking up at Dean.

"Oh I don't want to hear this" Dean groaned and I matched his thoughts since this is just sick.

"Looks like they met in a chat room" he clicked on another one but I moved away since I didn't even want to look at them. "These email's are pretty personal" I heard another mouse click. "Look at that setting up a time and place to meet…they were supposed to meet today"

"Huh" Dean scoffed moving over to where I'd gotten too and put a hand on my lower back as I couldn't help feel sick since this was just wrong…this was a young girl and who knows how far this sick bastard wanted to go. "I guess if your gonna stab someone, good timing" he added looking back at Sam. "I don't know man this is weird, you know some spirits are out for vengeance but this one's almost a do-gooder, you know like a-"

"Avenging angel?" Sam cut him off and Dean rolled his eyes. "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" I added with a frown. "And I bet if we dug deep on the other guy-"

"Hey" Dean suddenly said cutting me off. "You said Carl Gulley was a churchgoer, right?" he asked looking at Sam with some kind of paper in his hand.

"Yeah" Sam agreed not seeing the relevance.

"What was the name of the church?" Dean asked him.

"Uh…Our Lady of the Angels"

"Of course that'd be the name, looks like Frank went to the same church" Dean said holding up a church newsletter with that name on the top…we had a connection now.

So the church was our next stop and I frowned up at the church since it was in a busy neighborhood on a corner of a busy intersection and it didn't really scream holy place to me not that I'm familiar with churches except for Blue Earth when I'd stayed with Pastor Jim a few times growing up when dad had to go away on longer hunts.

I looked down when Dean suddenly grabbed my hand and I saw him slipping the silver banded ring he always wore onto my left ring finger and my eyes widened in shock and confusion and had to quickly settle my breathing out battling the conflict of emotions that rose up in my head.

"Calm down this it's not a proposal, best we look the part" he whispered leaning into me as we went up the front steps with Sam beside us, the cover story we'd worked out in the car was Dean and I were married expecting our first child obviously since we were going into a church and children out of wedlock as bad so marriage was easily explained and Sam was still obviously his brother and we'd just moved here and was looking for a family church.

Dean and I had pretended to be married two times before this and he'd always been the one to be shocked by it so for him to worry about the whole ring thing this time and even let me wear this thing since I knew it was his mother's seemed like a complete different situation, I quickly sucked in another breath calming myself down as we were met by the priest introducing himself as Father Reynolds and we introduced ourselves with the cover story as I pushed down my negative thoughts planting a smile on my face.

We walked into the church further behind Father Reynolds and I couldn't help look up at the stain glass windows with a small smile since it was one thing I could give churches, the stained glass windows were always beautiful and I used to love staring at the one's at Blue Earth especially around dawn and dusk as it just made everything glow in a rainbow of color.

"So your interested in joining the parish?" he asked as we walked down the aisle between the rows of chairs.

"Yeah we just don't feel right unless we hit the church every Sunday" Sam replied.

"So where'd you say you lived before?" Father Reynold's asked.

"Premont, Texas" I smiled looking up at Dean with as much wifely adoration as I could muster right now as his arm slid around my waist to caress the side of my bump.

"Really, that's a nice town" Father Reynolds said as I looked back at him. "St Theresa's Parish, you must know the priest there?" I mentally panicked since I hadn't expected him to be familiar with that area or the priest.

"Sure yeah no it's Father O'Malley" Dean replied probably just saying the first name that popped into his head.

"Mm I know a Father Shaughnessy" Father Reynolds said and I mentally kicked Dean.

"Shaughnessy exactly, what did I say?" Dean played it off in his usual cocky way.

"You know were just happy to be here now, Father" I quickly cut in changing the subject before he got too suspicious and rubbed my bump for extra measure.

"And we're happy to have you, we could use some young blood around here" he smiled my distraction seemingly worked as he smiled down at my hand on my bump.

"Mm listen I gotta ask you, no offence but the neighborhood-" Dean started getting to what we were actually here for.

"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"

"We heard about the murders" Dean agreed with a small scoff that I lightly pressed my side against him more warning him to go easy since we didn't need the cops to be called if he suspected something off.

"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 him.

"Yes, misguided souls to think that god's messenger would appear, incite people to murder its tragic" he replied with a shake of his head.

"So you don't believe in those angel yarns?" Dean asked and I grabbed the hand that was on my bump squeezing it tighter telling him once again he needed to tread carefully with how he said things especially to a priest.

"Oh no I absolutely belief, kind of goes with the job description" Father Reynolds said pointing to his white collar.

"Father that's Michael, right?" Sam suddenly said changing the subject again and pointed up at one of the paintings on the wall.

"That's right, the Archangel Michael with the flaming sword, a fighter of demons and holy force against evil" Father Reynolds agreed.

"So they're not really the Hallmark-card version that everybody thinks, they're fierce right…vigilant?"

"I like to think of them as more loving than wrathful but yes, a lot of scripture paints angels as God's warriors, an angel of the lord appeared to them…glory of the lord shone down upon them and they were terrified" he nodded with smile like it was some kind of inside joke we were supposed to know which clearly we didn't with none of us being actual churchgoers. "Luke, 2:9" clearly in was a passage in the bible so we just nodded.

"Thankyou for speaking with us, Father" Sam said as we went outside.

"It's my pleasure, hope to see you again" I nodded with my best fake smile.

"Hey Father, what is all that for?" Dean suddenly asked pointing what looked like a shrine or remembrance on the steps of the church.

"Oh that's for Father Gregory, he was a priest here"

"Was?" Dean pressed hearing the past tense.

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

"When did this happen?" Dean asked him.

"Two months ago, he was shot for his car keys" my eyes widened.

"I'm sorry"

"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 him.

"For deliverance from the violence and the bloodshed around here, we could use a little divine intervention I suppose" he replied while the boys and I shared a few looks.

"Padre thanks, we'll see you again" we quickly shook hands with him before he went back inside the church before we looked down at the remembrance again and Dean went over picking up the photo of the fallen priest. "Well its all starting to make sense, devoted priest dies a violent death that's vengeful spirit material right there" I nodded since it kind of made more sense then angels even if I didn't completely agree with Dean's 'haven't seen it so it's not real' attitude. "He knew all the other stiffs because they went to church here, hell I bet because he was their priest he knew things about them nobody else knew"

"Then again…Father Reynolds starting praying for God's help two months ago right?" Sam argued still pushing the angel route and between them it was like watching a ping-pong ball match. "Right about the time all this started happening"

"Oh come on man what's your deal?" Dean protested.

"What do you mean?" Sam asked confused.

"I'm a bit of a skeptic but since when are you Mr 700 club?" Dean asked him and I laughed a little at the knowledge that Dean had spent way too much time in lockdown already that he'd been watching day-time television. "Seriously from the get-go you've been willing to buy into this angel crap I mean what's next your gonna start praying every day?" Dean added putting the photo back where he got it from.

"I do" Sam admitted.

"What?" Dean asked him.

"I do pray every day, I have for a long time" Sam clarified and I smiled reaching out touching Sam's arm since I'd known this but Dean looked dumbstruck.

"The things you learn about a guy" Dean said then scoffed. "Well come on let's go check out this Father Gregory's grave" he added then walked back up the steps back into the church.

"Don't let him get you down sasquatch, there's nothing wrong with praying" he smiled at me.

"I know, lets go pipsqueak before he does something stupid" I laughed as we turned and headed up the steps following Dean inside downstairs to the crypt, Dean pushed the wooden doors open and we went inside looking around at the plaques taking note of Father Gregory's but we both turned feeling the absence of Sam.

"Sam come on get the lead out" Dean called heading back through the doors and we saw Sam laying down eyes closed on the ground. "Sammy!" we rushed over to him and I grabbed his head putting it into my lap as Dean shook his shoulders. "Sammy, hey!" Sam woke up with a groan as we sat him up.

"You okay" I asked worriedly wondering what the hell just happened.

"Yeah" he breathed out looking up at the angel statue in front of us suddenly smiling. "Yeah" he repeated as Dean and I shared a confused look. "I'm okay"

"Come on" Dean hauled him up onto his feet then reached a hand down and helped me stand up before we pulled Sam upstairs into the sanctuary. "You saw it, didn't you?"

"Yeah" he nodded with this big giddy smile on his face. "Yeah Dean I saw an angel" Sam seemed over the moon about this as he sat down on the pew in front of us as Dean pulled out a flask from his jacket and held it out to Sam. "I don't want a drink" Sam dismissed it so Dean shrugged and took a swig for himself.

"So what makes you think you saw an angel?" Dean asked him screwing the cap back on returning it to his jacket pocket.

"I just…it appeared before me and I just…this feeling washed over me you know, like peace…like grace" Sam replied and if I didn't know better I wouldn't have thought he was pissed off his head at how euphoric he seemed.

"Okay ecstasy boy, maybe we'll get you some glow sticks and a nice Dr Seuss hat-"

"Dean I'm serious" Sam argued cutting off Dean's joke. "It spoke to me, it knew who I was"

"It's just a spirit Sam" Dean shrugged pacing. "Okay and its not the first one to be able to read people's minds" he added taking a seat on the opposite pew. "Let me guess, you were personally chosen to smite some sinner, you just gotta wait for some divine Bat Signal, is that it?" he asked him.

"Yeah actually" Sam nodded and I sighed sitting down beside him.

"Great, I don't suppose you asked what this alleged bad guy did?"

"Actually I did Dean and the angel told me" Sam argued. "He hasn't done anything…yet but he will" he added and Dean laughed standing back up.

"Oh this is…I don't believe this"

"Dean the angel hasn't been wrong yet!" Sam exclaimed. "Someone's gonna do something awful and I can stop it"

"You know your supposed to be bad too Sam maybe…maybe I should just stop you right now"

"Dean!" I snapped since that was going way too far.

"You know what Dean I don't understand why can't you even consider the possibility?" Sam asked looking up at Dean.

"What that this is an angel?" Dean snapped at him.

"Yes!" Sam exclaimed. "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 hey good for you I'm sure it makes things easier" Dean argued sitting down on the opposite pew once again. "I'll tell you who else had faith like that…Mom, she used to say when she tucked me in that angels were watching over us, in fact that was the last thing she said to me" Dean went on and I frowned looking up at him.

"You never told me that" Sam replied.

"What's to tell?" Dean said shrugging it off but I could see the emotion hiding just behind his eyes that was always there when Mary Winchester was brought into conversation, it burned him up inside and he did everything he could every day of his life to push it down. "She was wrong, there was nothing protecting her, there's no higher power there's no God I mean there's just chaos and violence, random unpredictable evil that comes out of nowhere and rips you to shreds" his voice broke just slightly at the end. "You want me to believe in this stuff…I'm gonna need some hard proof, you got any?" Sam looked away unable to answer. "Well I do, proof that were dealing with a spirit" I sighed and nodded my head.

We went back down to the crypt and Dean showed Sam Father Gregory's plaque and the weird plant growth that had seemingly grown from nowhere, wormwood a known plant for spiritual hauntings to go around their headstones…in this case crypt plaque.

"It looks like-"

"It's wormwood" I said cutting Sam off. "Plant associated with the dead" Dean nodded.

"Specifically the ones that are not at rest" he added then looked around where all the other plaques were unaffected by this stuff. "I don't see it growing anywhere else except over the murdered priests marker, it's him Sam" he added looking back at Sam.

"Maybe" Sam shrugged still not ready to give up his angel theory.

"Maybe?" Dean pressed.

"Dean I don't know what to think" Sam argued and Dean turned to look back at me as I stood at their shoulders almost asking what I thought and I shrugged since he knew I wasn't all that believer of angels and God either but with all this I was leaning towards spirit over angel.

"Okay you want some more proof, I'll give you more proof" Dean stated turning back to Sam.

"How?" Sam scoffed.

"We'll summon Gregory's spirit" Dean smirked while my eyes widened not believing he really wanted to do a séance in a church crypt.

"What?" Sam repeated. "Here, in the church?" he added voicing my thoughts.

"Yeah" Dean shrugged standing up turning around facing me. "Yeah we just need a few odds and ends and that séance ritual in Dad's journal"

"Oh séance great, Hope Whoopi's available" Sam joked.

"That's funny actually" Dean praised his brothers joke. "Seriously if Father Gregory's spirit is around the séance will bring him right to us, if its him then we put him to rest"

"But if it's an angel, it won't show" I nodded with understanding. "Nothing will happen"

"Exactly, it's one of the perks of the job we don't have to operate on faith we can know for sure" Dean replied then turned to Sam. "Don't you want to know for sure?" Sam nodded.

We left the church getting into the Impala and drove a short distance to the closest grocery store and picked up some less than run of the mill stuff but we were making due with what we could since we didn't have my dad's connections in precuring spell ingredients, we walked out after paying for the stuff with Sam carrying the bag as I munched on some jerky that I picked up inside since as soon as I saw it I started craving it.

"Dude alright, I'll admit we've gone some pretty ghetto with spell work before but this takes the cake" Sam laughed. "I mean a SpongeBob place mat instead of an alter cloth?"

"We'll just put it SpongeBob-side down" Dean shrugged and I laughed a little with Sam but frowned when I saw his face go slack when his eyes fell on something so I followed his gaze and saw a young bloke with a grocery bag standing on the curb waiting to cross at the traffic lights.

"Dean that's it"

"What?"

"That's the sign" Sam clarified to Dean pointing at the guy.

"Where?" Dean asked turning around following Sam's finger but like me we couldn't see whatever this sign was since there was nothing there but him.

"Right there, right behind that guy" I frowned looking up at Sam. "That's him Dean" his face went hard as he stared at the strange guy with such hatred that I'd never seen on Sam's face before. "We have to stop him" the pedestrian light went green and the guy started to cross and Sam quickly went to follow but I grabbed his arm as Dean moved in front of him blocking his path.

"Wait a minute"

"What are you's doing, let me go?" Sam protested.

"You're not gonna go kill somebody because a ghost told you to, are you insane?" Dean argued.

"Dean I'm not insane I'm not gonna kill him, I'm gonna stop him"

"Define 'stop' Sam" I cut in since I didn't like the look in his eyes. "I mean what are you gonna do?"

"Guys please he's gonna hurt someone, you know it" Sam argued with his signature puppy dog eyes and voice right as the guy started his car.

"Alright come on" Dean said turning around towards the Impala, Sam and I followed him but when we went to open the doors they were locked and I knew what Dean's plan was now.

"Dean…unlock my door" Sam said pulling on the handle as Dean started the car.

"You're not killing anybody Sam, I got this guy you two go do the séance"

"Dean" Sam said but Dean drove off leaving us behind.

"He's right Sam, let's just go" I grabbed his arm and started pulling in in the direction of the church which luckily for us wasn't that far a walk.

We made our way down to the crypt and built the alter with me pulling the stuff out of the bag for him to place in the right way before he lit the black candle in the middle surrounding a bunch of smaller white ones then he picked up their dad's journal as I stood and moved back just in case.

"Amate spiritus obscure te quaerimus, te oramus nobiscum colloquere aput nos circita" Sam read and in my mind I translated it being that Latin was a language I knew well and had learnt at age nine, this ritual said 'Beloved hidden spirit…We seek you, we beg you…Come speak with us…Join our circle' I continued to watch as Sam sprinkled the mixed herbs onto the black candle and it sparked.

"What are you doing?" we suddenly heard and I jumped turning my head to the door seeing Father Reynolds. "What is this?" Sam looked between our alter and the father before snapping the journal shut as I racked my brain for any way to explain this without ending up behind bars…either jail or a nut house.

"Father please we can explain" Sam tried as he stood and cautiously stepped towards him. "Um…actually maybe I can't" Sam was as blank as I was and the Fathers face was a mixture of confusion and shock so I decided to take a page out of Dean's book.

"This is a séance" I admitted going with the flat out truth.

"A séance?" the Father replied looking at me like I was nuts. "Young lady you're in a house of God"

"It's based on early Christian rites if that helps any" I shrugged and Sam looked at me.

"Enough your both coming with me" the Father said grabbing our arms pulling us towards the door.

"Father please you…just wait a second" Sam protested right as there was a light behind us and we all turned seeing it shining brightly above our alter.

"Oh my god…is that…is that an angel?" Father Reynolds asked in disbelief.

"No it's not" Sam replied deadpanned. "It's just Father Gregory" he added and the light faded away and Father Gregory was standing before us in his priest clothes.

"Thomas" Father Reynolds breathed out still with a tone of disbelief.

"I've come in answer to your prayers" Gregory said but I frowned since he wasn't doing this for no god damn answering prayers, his eyes went over to Sam and his eyes practically widened. "Sam I thought I sent you on your path, you should hurry"

"Father I'm sorry but your not an angel" Sam argued shaking his head.

"Of course I am" Gregory argued right back clearly in denial.

"No, you're a man" I shot at him. "You're a spirit and you need to rest"

"I was a man but now I'm an angel" he continued and my hand twitched towards my gun in the waistline of my jeans which was loaded with rock salt. "I was on the steps of the church, I felt that bullet pierce right through me but there was no pain" yeah it's called adrenaline dumbass. "And then suddenly I could see…everything" and that was your out of body experience. "Father Reynolds I saw you praying and crying here I came to help"

"Help me how?" Father Reynolds asked him. "Those murders…that was because of you"

"I received the word of God, he spoke to me 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" Gregory argued then turned back to Sam. "Some people need redemption, don't they Sam?"

"How can you call this redemption?" Father Reynolds asked him.

"You can't understand it now but the rules of man and the rules of God are two very different things"

"Those people, they're locked up" I cut in glaring at him.

"No they're happy" he argued staring right at me. "They've found peace, beaten their demons and I've given them the keys to heaven" I shook my head since he's given them tickets to hell.

"No…no this is vengeance, it's wrong" Father Reynolds argued with him. "Thomas this goes against everything you believed, your lost misguided"

"Father no I'm not misguided" Gregory protested.

"You are not an angel Thomas, men cannot be angels" Father Reynolds shot back at him and Gregory's face fell and I have to admit this is the strangest conversation I'd ever had with a ghost since usually they just tried to kill us.

"But…but I don't understand" Gregory finally said looking around the room at us. "You prayed for me to come" he stated turning back to Father Reynolds.

"I prayed for God's help, not this" Father Reynolds told him. "What your doing is not God's will, 'thou shall not kill' that's the word of God" Gregory turned towards his plaque staring down at it before he turned back towards us.

"Let us help you" Sam said.

"No" he shook his head.

"It's time to rest Thomas, to be at peace" Father Reynolds told him. "Please let me give you last rites" Gregory looked around at us again and I saw Sam nod before Father Reynolds held his hands up in a praying way. "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" he finished moving his hands in a cross and Gregory started to flash in and out.

"Father Reynolds?"

"Rest" he commanded him and Gregory dropped his head kneeling to the ground. "I call upon the Archangel Rafael 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" he had his hand over Gregory's head and as he finished a new light started before Gregory was gone in that flash of light as Sam and I shared a look since that was one way to free a trapped spirit.

We didn't stick around quickly packing up everything and with the Father's promise that he wasn't gonna call the cops we left going back to the motel to wait for Dean and started packing up our bags since we'd probably hit the road as soon as he got here but it was getting late and we hadn't heard from him which was starting to worry me but before I could dwell on it too long and go out to look for him the door opened and he finally walked in.

"How was your day?" Dean asked as I walked up to him placing my hand on his arm looking him over in case he got into a punch up or worse actually killed that guy but he was clean.

"You were right" Sam replied voice hoarse with emotion making me frown as we looked up at him.

"It wasn't an angel, it was Gregory" I supplied when Sam fell silent again, Dean nodded reaching into his jacket pocket again and pulled out his flask taking a drink then held it out for Sam and he took it taking a drink for himself as Dean took off his jacket throwing it down on the bed.

"I don't know Dean, I just…I wanted to believe so badly I'd…it's so damn hard to do this…" Sam said sitting down on one of the beds. "…what we do, all alone you know and there's so much evil out 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"

"Yeah well don't worry about that, alright?" Dean said cutting him off before he could continue and I took a seat beside Sam rubbing his arm in support. "I'm watching out for you"

"And you know I look after the both of you" I added with a soft smile as he looked down at me.

"Yeah I know you's do…but you guys are only human and I needed to think that there was something else watching too you know…some higher power, some greater good and that maybe…" he shrugged trailing off.

"Maybe what?" Dean pressed.

"Maybe I could be saved" Sam admitted and Dean's face sagged even more as I frowned squeezing Sam's shoulder since there was no reason he needed to be saved because he was not going dark, I wouldn't let that happen. "But you know that just clouded my judgement and your right I mean we 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 suddenly said making us look up at him and I noticed he was holding something in.

"What?" I pressed him to tell us.

"Gregory's spirit gave you some pretty good information, the guy in the car was bad news I barely got there in time" my eyes widened since that was just crazy.

"What happened?" Sam asked him.

"He's dead" Dean replied and I looked at him with a mixture of confusion and shock.

"Did you…?" Sam asked trailing off not willing to ask that any more than I wanted to.

"No" Dean replied shaking his head and I was relieved by that but no less confused. "But I'll tell you's one thing, if…they way he died if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes I never would have believed it, I mean I don't know what to call it…" he trailed off.

"What?" Sam pressed eagerly to know what had happened but Dean was hesitant to answer. "Dean what did you see?"

"Maybe…God's will" his eyes were serious and I had to admit this whole case had sent me into a mind full of mixed emotions with no real apparent reason…it could be because it was close to the holidays but all this just made me seem to want to appreciate what I have…these two knuckleheads…my dad and this baby which lead to a feeling that I wanted to see my dad.

Sam had stood and took his bag out to the Impala so I turned to Dean a little nervously on how he'd react to this but I wasn't going to take no or later for an answer so when his back was turned packing up his own duffel in silence I felt the courage to speak.

"Dean…I want to go home" I saw his whole body tense as he turned around. "I don't know if it's the hormones or just the last few months but I want to see my dad and you know maybe actually spend the holidays with him, I just…"

"Hey" he'd come up to me and cupped my cheek with one his hands and lifted my eyes to meet his. "I think it's a good idea, you haven't seen him in a while and I certainly can't blame you but I…we can drop you off" I frowned since I kind of wanted him to come with me but I understood why and this would be good since they could use some brother time without me.

"Thank you" I smiled leaning up wrapping my arms around his shoulders and brought his lips down onto mine.

It took us around a day and a half drive from Providence to Sioux Falls and it actually felt so good to be home but it was a little depressing since as we pulled up in the yard my eyes fell to where we'd buried Rumsfeld after Meg killed him and it forced a lone tear out of my eye before I quickly wiped it away and reminded myself that this was supposed to be a happy visit.

I walked up to the front door and knocked even though it was my own house and as soon as the door opened and I saw my dad I jumped forward throwing my arms around him which was kind of a bad move on a hunter but I didn't care.

"Whoa Evelyn" I smiled stepping back sheepishly.

"Sorry daddy but I missed you" I stated and saw his eyes drop to my neck and knew what he was looking for making me roll my eyes with a slight shake of my head as I pulled out the pentagram necklace from underneath my shirt. "It's really us"

"Not that I ain't glad to see you sweetheart but what are you guys doing here" he asked stepping aside letting us in and he handed Dean his usual holy water flask which Dean sipped at then passed it to Sam.

"Can't a girl just come visit her daddy for the holiday" I smiled looking around letting the familiar and homey feeling settle in my chest.

"She's a tad hormonal lately" I heard Dean whisper and I glared back him flipping him off but saw Dad's eyes widen before anger took hold as his face went red.

"What in tarnation?!" my eyes furrowed in confusion.

"What?" I asked but he turned on Dean.

"You went and married my daughter without my consent!" Dean's eyes widened as did mine before they dropped to my left hand and I looked down seeing I was still wearing Dean's ring.

"What…oh no…Dad this isn't…" I trailed off pulling it off my finger. "It was a cover story for the case we were just on"

"You-"

"Bobby she's right" Sam cut in almost laughing at this but it damn well wasn't funny and I saw my Dad take and almost relieved breath.

"Well good, I'd like you to make an honest woman out of my daughter but damn well I better be there ya hear" dad said before heading off to his library grumbling something about Winchesters and I couldn't help it and we all started laughing since okay that was a little funny.

"Think you better have this back before my dad goes into cardiac arrest" I grabbed Dean's right hand and slid the ring onto his finger.

"Do you think he's gone for his shotgun?" Dean asked and I smiled.

"Probably" I smirked before we all shared another laugh.

The boys decided they'd leave in the morning which meant I had them for tonight and given they weren't going to be here for actual Christmas I forced them to indulge me in a little holiday spirit and used their muscles to carry what little decorations Dad and I had setting them up drinking the eggnog that I quickly whipped up adding a touch of brandy for dad as he decided to join us and the boys and god it felt so good to just pretend to be an ordinary family for once.